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Two-fifteen… fuck.

Two-sixteen… fuckfuck.

Two-seventeen… fuckfuck_fuck_!

It might have been an unusual litany. Most people wouldn’t be dropping f-bombs as they read room numbers, the fucks increasing like I was a Geiger counter worn by someone walking closer to an A-bomb crater. Most of the people - even freshmen like myself - had a positive energy to them as they sought out their new temporary homes. Even the nervous and anxious ones had hopeful smiles as they embarked on this new part of the journey called life.

I had a smile too, but mine was forced. Force of habit. If you don’t look as awkward as you feel you get a lot less people asking what’s wrong. And there’s really no easy way to explain why you feel nervous and anxious around friendly, or at least non-hostile people. It’s not like I don’t like people. Once I get to know someone and we become friends it’s all pretty chill. But it’s hard to get to know someone when you’d rather have a root-canal than meet new people. This is why I was standing outside two-nineteen and trying to keep my tail from wrapping around my waist.

I’m a possum which meant that most of the time my tail does what it’s told, but if I leave it on auto-pilot it does what it wants. I just stood there loaded up with a backpack, my laptop case and the brand new rolling travel-bag my mom got me for my big day, just before she proceeded to jam-pack it with everything she thought I might need. I dug my new key out and was about to unlock the door to my new home away from home when the door swung open. My eyes that had been pointed downward and focused on the keyhole I was aiming at were no longer looking at a keyhole.

“Hey there! You’re my roommate, right? Sorry, I almost bull rushed you just now...” said the voice from on high. Not being a bull he couldn’t exactly bull-rush me, but he did have hooves. My first guess was horse, but that was just because I didn’t know that donkeys come in this size. I had to tilt my chin up a little just to look him in the eye.

“Y-yeah. I’m Zach. Actually it’s Isaac, but... You can just call me Zach...” I stammered out awkwardly. It would have been awkward to some degree – when it comes to introductions I’m as relaxed as a deer in headlights. But when I had been gazing down to get my key in the door and it had opened up, my eyes wound up aimed at... Something the jack was to polite to acknowledge, apparently.

“That’s cool. I’m Ned...” he said, grabbing the hand I still had out – the one gripping the key – and shaking it. Not a problem for him since he could easily wrap his whole hand around my fist. “That’s not short for anything... Unless there’s a name like Nedward or something. Here, lemme help you with that...” he said, reaching over and hoisting up the rolling case I had barely managed to close without so much as a huff or grunt. He was wearing jeans and a tight t-shirt and I could see why it had been so easy. Over six feet and all six packed with muscle. He might as well have had “athletic scholarship” written across his chest. There was certainly plenty of room...

“Uhh, not sure about etiquette, but I already unpacked all of my stuff over here so...”

“Wha... Oh, yeah that’s fine.” I said, examining the room I was going to share with Ned.

Left or right didn’t really seem to matter. The room was laid out symmetrically along its length, stretching from door to window. One wardrobe each, identical beds, same for the desks and the chairs. The only thing not in singular, and thus likely shared between us was a small cabinet under the window. In a home, it might have been the suitable place for potted plants, framed photos, or some other form of tasteful decor, but this being a dorm room it seemed destined to hold a TV.

“You packed light too?” the jack asked, checking the hallway for any more luggage that needed hoisting.

“Huh? Oh yeah... Sorry I’m just kinda... overwhelmed...”

“I get ya. I’m stunned, but my mouth kinda does it’s thing even when my brain is stuck. Gets me into trouble every now and again because I talk before I think, but I don’t have to worry about awkward silences...” he said. A jock and an extrovert. Figures – opposites attract. And before I could try and work out where the fuck that thought came from, Ned was talking again.

“I packed light too. I was worried I might have forgotten a bunch of stuff, but now that I see people trying to stack a bunch of heavy-ass boxes into these little rooms I feel like I’ve dodged a bullet.” he said. Honestly, the room didn’t feel small to me. I’m an only child and always had my own room, so I had been kinda freaking out about sharing, but once my first-impression anxiety passes and I actually calm down, this looks like a comfy enough set-up. Then again, I’m half Ned’s size. Okay, I’m exaggerating, but not by all that much. Depends on how you look at it. That first... glimpse I got of him... Fuck, I’ll be happy if I’m half his size down there! With that thought sneaking in again I had to look away, and Ned seemed to misread my glance.

“Yeah, about that – I’ve asked around, and the rooms don’t come with TVs, but everyone says to check Craigslist because the graduating seniors all sell theirs off when they pack up so we can get a used one cheap. We don’t have cable but there’s one of those WiFi things over there. I think I heard someone say you’re supposed to plug the TV into that so you can stream stuff…”

“The router? Yeah, I can set that up…”

“Oh, cool… so you’re good with electronics and computers and stuff?” the donkey asked, unpacking the last of his clothes before pushing his case under the bed.

“Yeah, I’m gonna major in CSIT, stuff like network architecture, Linux sysadmin…”

“Linux? That’s that hacker app, right? The one that’s just a black screen and green text?” he asked, showing genuine interest.

“I… yes, that’s exactly what it is.” I lied because I did not feel ready to go into his right now.

“I came on an athletic scholarship… wrestler, in case it isn’t obvious.” he explained. It wasn’t to someone who was clueless about sports, but now that I looked at him I could see how this is the body type designed to twist people into pretzels. I also felt kinda bad because I should have shown polite interest myself and asked about what he was here for. Not that he seemed to need a cue to talk. “Probably gonna major in business. My brother graduated a few years back and said that a jock could do well in corporate, as long as you actually study while you’re here.”

“Oh… uhh, good.” I said awkwardly. I could imagine Ned in an office years from now – asking for someone from IT to come and plug the thingy into the WiFi thingy. Or assuming that someone using a command-line interface was doing crazy shit in cyberspace. “I’ll just… start unpacking…”

“You could, but there’s a freshman orientation tour starting in a few minutes that I was going to check out. Wanna come with? Your stuff will still be waiting for you when you get back…”

“I, uhhhh… yeah, that sounds good.” I replied. I really would have preferred to unpack, and certainly didn’t mind being alone while I did it. There would be other orientation tours I could catch, but odds were good that I would know absolutely zero people there, and if I went with Ned at least I knew one. Kinda…

*******

I would come to learn a lot about Ned, even if he didn’t come with his own orientation tour. For one, I learned he wasn’t as bad as I expected a jock roommate to be. He admitted that he’d kinda fucked around through most of high-school, but seemed determined to take college seriously. He was quite talkative but didn’t seem to mind that I wasn’t, and didn’t pester or bore me if it was obvious that I wasn’t in the mood to chat (or listen). It was day two of freshman year when I learned something else about him when I came into our room and saw him in nothing but a pair of boxers.

“Oh! Sorry I… I guess you forgot to lock the door…” I mumbled and was about to step outside.

“Sorry for what? Come on in, just close the door ‘cause it’s a co-ed dorm and all...”

“Uhhhh, sure…” I said, stepping into the room and facing the nearest wall. I remembered to fish my phone out and pretend I was doing something with it and that certain details had not in fact burned themselves on my retina. Like the fact that Ned was wearing boxer briefs and how little they left to the imagination.

“What are you doing?” he finally asked, making my tail twist. I wasn’t doing anything! What I was thinking about was less innocent.

“I… looking away while you change?” I suggested, which was what I was doing in a nutshell. If I was feeling more verbose, I would have added “...and wrestling with some strange feelings.”

Not exactly shocking ones. Years ago I had noticed that it wasn’t just the sight and thought of girls that could get me… distracted, and when it came to straight porn it wasn’t just the women that caught my eye. This had evolved into an exploration of this new side of me which went as far as self-inflicted anal fingering, but I was just as much of a virgin with males as I was with females.

“It’s all good man, I’m not changing…”

“You’re…not?”

“Nah, I just like to relax like this.” he said, and the squeak of his mattress compressing told me that he was indeed relaxing. I turned around and saw the hard gray bulk of him stretched out on the bed that always looked so small when he was in it. “Anyway, it’s just us guys in here, right?”

“Yeah…right…” I replied, trying to sound normally, or at least as awkward as I normally sound.

It seemed enough for Ned and we didn’t bring it up again. I didn’t exactly complain and the… novelty of him being nearly naked wore off… kinda.

Most of the time we were just roomies and I have to say I was warming up to the idea of having a roommate. We didn’t have a lot of shared interests, and while Ned was a jock he wasn’t full of himself and seemed to know how to coax me out of my shell, so we actually wound up talking to each other rather than just staring at our screens and politely ignoring the other person in the room.

But the subconscious was tricky at the best of times, and mine seemed intent on making trouble. I would sometimes have… dreams featuring Ned or someone enough like him that it didn’t make a difference. They would be vivid for about twenty seconds after I woke and then would fade but leave me with a very distinct impression and more often than not - morning wood. Ned didn’t seem to have that issue. I’m pretty sure that I would have noticed, and relieved what I’d noticed the next time I went to sleep.

My waking hours weren’t entirely free of him either. Living with someone I felt sexually attracted to would have been a bit of a distraction even if Ned hadn’t been quite… extrovert. Maybe even… flirty? I had no idea since I’m reasonably sure I’ve never been flirted with, and definitely not by a guy. And I can’t really flat out ask him. I don’t think he’d call me a fag and throw a fit. He seems like a really easy-going guy, so much that I wasn’t even sure he was straight. But even without homophobia if I got things wrong and acted on something I just imagined, things would get weird, and we were working out ell enough as roommates that I didn’t want to fuck it up.

So my fantasies involved him making the first move. Unsubtly, in a way that someone as socially inept as me could read loud and clear. The first little daydream occurred when classes first started and I realized I shared one when I saw him sitting one row down and a six seats away or so. I imagined us sitting together… like right next to each other. The lecture got kinda boring, our attention drifted. I caught sight of his pants swelling up, and he caught me staring…

I imagined him grabbing me by the wrist and placing my palm on the bulge that I’d gotten plenty of glimpses at. I’d never actually seen him naked, and definitely not with a hard-on, so my imagination had to supply that part. And it tended to go a little… overboard. Eventually the swelling mass of jackass would threaten to burst out of his pants, so he’d just pull his zip down and fish it out.

I’d checked out a few pics and clips of male donkey… models, but they were all shorter than Ned. So needles to say that my imagination scaled up what I saw in those pics, and the proportions might have gotten a little out of hand. I’d imagine him sending me a text, something along the lines that this was my fault and I had until the end of the lecture to make thigns right. The tips of my ears would naturally burn at the lewd suggestion, but I’d still ind just the right moment to slip down, kneeling between his legs and hidden from view. Not forever though, so I’d need to work fast.

I think that what my fantasies gave Ned belonged on a feral jack, since both my hands and my mouth weren’t quite up to the task. I worked sloppy and I worked quit, certain that any slurp or suckle could be overheard. Ned would pretend to follow the lecture, but he’d glance down every now and again, sometimes aiming his phone camera at me. It would end with a deluge and me nearly choking on a torrent of donkey-spunk before he helped me back up and I tried to look nonchalant, like I’d been sitting there the whole time.

The other fantasy, rather more assertive, was in the showers. I would just be soaking down under the warm spray, oblivious to the sound of hooves until someone seamlessly slipped into the cubicle I’d forgotten to lock. Before I could turn around his huge hands would settle on my shoulders and he would whisper in my ear as something warm and fleshy grazed my leg. He would explain that this would happen, and that it was my choice how it played out - if I was quiet, he’d be too, and after he was done he’d walk out and let me clean up. If I didn’t, he wouldn’t bother stifling himself either, and when he strolled out he’d leave the door wide open in case someone liked what they heard and wanted their turn.

I’d pick the quiet option and just let him take over. He would nip my ear and then push me forward until my hands were against the tiles, the running water masking some of the noises. I’d feel his strong hands slide down my wet fur, getting grabby once they reached my virgin ass. The would be the sound of bodywash being squeezed out, then a hand between my shoulderblades, keeping me put. He’d waste little time getting me ready, murmuring into my ear how tight I was… for now.

After some quick but vigorous fingering there would be the sound of hooves scuffling over wet tiles as he got into position. Something hard and thick would drop into the crack of my ass, the oversized equine erection pulling back and back until the tip was grazing my pucker. Ned would wrap one hand around my muzzle and use the other one to guide his tip in. I’d rise to the tips of my toes in a reflexive attempt to preserve my virginity and stop him from sliding in, but my ass would yield and I’d let out a muffled scream as he pushed into me.

He’d keep his hand on my muzzle until he was done sheathing himself, kindly stifling my whimpers as inches of hard donkey slid into my freshly deflowered body. Honestly, the thought of taking him back there was intensely arousing but just as scary, especially given my… generous estimate of his size. But in my imagination I gave myself some credit. I’d take the pain and the cock like a champ, even giving him a nod to let him know that I’m ready for the main event. I’d do my best to keep quiet, but everything was wet and the bathroom was tiled. The lewd sounds of flesh hitting soaked flesh would ring out, sparse at first but soon ending in an unmistakable rhythm. I’d clench down every time I heard doors open and close, wondering if someone had found out, is people were coming in to see who was getting-

“How true is this to the comic?”

The question snapped my attention like a rubber band, away from the communal showers and into the room I was sharing with the donkey who was very much not claiming my virginity. Hard to do from his side of the room. We were both lounging on out beds, sitting up with our feet and eyes aimed at the TV we’d bought together. Only he seemed to have actually been watching.

“I…uhhh… I dunno. Maybe?”

“What, you don’t know?”

“Why would I?”

“Well you’re… y’know. Like you’re into all that… computers, vidya games, comics…”

“So what you’re trying to say is that I’m a nerd?” I asked with a smirk.

“Your words, not mine. Just figured you might be an authority on the subject and just the person to set me straight.”

“Dude, for as long as I’ve been alive, superheroes were mainstream. I didn’t leave a storage room with box upon box of individually sleeved comic books when I moved out here…”

“Yeah, guess that makes sense. My dad told me that when he was growing up only Superman and Batman had movies…”

“Do I seriously give off such strong nerd-vibes that you thought I was some kind of authority?”

“Well I haven’t bumped into you at the gym…” he said, and we chuckled at the thought. “And fair’s fair - I’ve warned you when we meet that my mouth runs a few minutes ahead of my brain…”

“Yeah okay, you did warn me…”

“But I’m not a complete meathead, and I have been thinking…” he said, casually getting up and stretching. I still wonder - if I had kept my eyes on the TV, would things have worked out differently. But as it happens I looked towards him and my gaze was level with the crotch covered by his boxers and the only article of clothing he was wearing.

“I feel like there’s kind of an elephant in the room. Not talking about it is weird, but talking about it could make things weirder. So if one of us has to talk about it, it might as well be the one who’s already got a reputation of staying stupid shit…”.

“Okay…uhhhm… talk about what?” I asked, sitting up with my feet dangling on the floor. Ned took that as an invite to sit down next to me.

“You know, that’s not the first time I caught you stealing a glance. And I know I kind of come of as an idiot for mentioning it since I’m walking around half-naked all the time. The first few days it’s kind of hard to not look, y’know? But by now the novelty should have worn off - it’s just a big grey bulk on the other side of the room. Unless you like what you see…” he said, and my throat went dry.

“Look, if I didn’t like you looking, I would have told you that my eyes are up here. I’ve dropped little hints for a while now, and… well I’ve never dropped them to a guy before. With girls, by now I’d either get a few hints back or… or I’d get the ‘My eyes are up here’ line…” he said, and things clicked once he did. I had considered the idea, but dismissed the fact that my skinny body had somehow seduced a confident guy who put a lot of work into his and who didn’t look like he had trouble getting a date, but rather picking one. So naturally I figured I was just imagining things or being a creep, and kinda trying to imagine how sick I’d come off if Ned had been a girl and…

…and then his hand was on my knee.

And it kinda made me aware of how close he is sitting to me. Enough for me to feel his body heat, and not mind that I was feeling it. Okay, so… he was making a move. Something that I knew for a fact I’d never work the nerve up to do. And I definitely didn’t mind him making it. All I had to do now was… not fuck things up. So… how does one go about doing that?

“Look, I…I’m kinda… new to this. Like… kinda brand new…” I said, figuring that I might as well try being honest.

“You mean with another guy?”

“No, I mean with another… anyone.”

“Oh… look, if we’re going too fast for you, I-”

“No, I… if we move at my speed, we’ll just wind up standing still. Look, you just touched my knee and my heart is already racing. I… I want this… if I didn’t I’m sure I’d be able to tell you to slow down or stop. I still might, I dunno…” I mumbled and was surprised to feel his hand on my chest.

“Damn, you weren’t kidding.” he said i a lower tone, one I was hearing or the first time. One that encouraged me enough to put my hand on his knee. It wasn’t where I wanted to but my hand but it was where I had the nerve to put it.

I’m not sure how it… escalated from that point. The hand on my chest had drifted up, kinda tilted my face to one side. I kinda have the impression that I’d looked like a deer in headlights as he leaned in for the kiss, but once he did I kinda… got into it. I’m not sure how I got into his lap. I kinda have this memory of him just lifting me and plopping me down on his knees facing him because sitting side by side had been awkward.

But me in his lap was more… practical. We kinda had more access to each other. his hands settled on my waist and then kinda moved down and around. Having my ass groped had turned me on more than I thought, and the hornier I got the less awkward and inhibited. Enough to reach down between his legs. At first I just felt… it. Gently, over the cotton. Then I felt it start to grow and I let my hand slip under his waistband. We were full-on making out now and I was feeling a little less awkward. And a minute later I was feeling… eager. Or at least eager enough to get up off my seat.

There was really no way for me to not be anxious about this. The fact that I wanted it, the fact that I might very well have been desperate for it, didn’t stop me from being... antsy. I didn’t really strip. I was wearing a t-shirt, cargo pants and boxers. Maybe someone knew how to remove those slowly and erotically, but I sure as fuck didn’t. Ned was still wearing his boxers, but at this point they were doing even less to maintain his modesty than usual. The outline of his swelling equine cock was obscenely obvious under the thin cotton, even without the tip poking out the left leg. The fact that I was already fully hard and he was still growing didn’t exactly make me feel like the manlier of the two of us. Especially when he got up and the height difference became obvious again.

“Slide them down...” he said. Not exactly a command. Maybe it had been his usual, casual tone and it was just the blood pounding in my ears that made it sound... different. Without being told to, I got down on my knees, grabbed the waistline of his boxers and pulled them down the jack’s muscular legs.

That got me up close and personal with the elephant in the room. To his credit he didn’t push it in my face, didn’t tell me what to do. He just stood there... engorging. I was sure he could feel each of my exhales against the black skin so thin that I could see the network of throbbing veins that was working hard to pump enough blood to get that thing hard. And with every inhale, I caught more and more of his cent. Jock or not, I have to give Ned props for his hygiene. On the few occasions he forgot to close the drawstring on his dirty laundry his gym clothes had smelled a little... pungent, but he always has that fresh-from the shower smell.

Except now. Something was cutting through the herbal shampoo, something that wasn’t sweat. Something that had my nostrils flaring. My hand had risen on its own, and had gotten so close that stopping it or lowering it would have been... awkward. So I raised my palm up another two inches or so. The equine tip descended to meet it and before I knew it I had Ned’s still compact flare pressing into the palm of my hand. I swallowed past a lump in my throat as I felt it leave a hot wet smear against bare skin, exhaling with a shudder as I passed yet another big landmark. I’d fondled Ned while we were making out, but that had felt different. Like it could just end there, with nothing but a few over-the-clothes gropes. As I knelt there, I knew that this would end with me making the big jack cum. Everything that led up to that was just a matter of details.

He groaned as I let my hand slide up, my fingers clumsily wrapping around the still tumescent but meaty length of donkey. This should have been the easy part – the one thing I knew about sex was how to stroke a cock to completion. And if I’d been as hung as Ned, maybe it would have felt more familiar... I doubt it though. I felt clueless but my heart was racing and I definitely didn’t want to chicken out. I squeezed it a little, feeling the thick softness of it before it throbbed again, plumping up a little, letting me know the softness was very temporary. I brought my other hand into play, cupping the leaky tip while my left hand stroked up. I could see those veins throbbing along the onyx-black length, the scent of the jack growing stronger as the palm of my right hand grew wetter. As it slipped all of the way out of its sheath, that ridge of black skin kind of... disappeared. The black shaft now looked like it was seamlessly growing out of Ned crotch,and just behind it...

Yeah, as heavy as they looked. Actually, a little bigger. The jack’s sack looked proportional on him, hanging between those herculean legs. If I splayed my fingers, I could just barely palm both of his nuts. In my fantasies, it was always Ned taking initiative. Not really forcing me, but not giving me much of a choice. In reality, Ned was just... there. A lot of him was just there. He was standing still, with only an occasional encouraging groan or the throb of his stirring erection to let me know I was doing good. He probably thought this was the right thing to do – let me take things at my own pace, since it was my first time. And I was doing it – I was so horned up I was actually taking some initiative...

The lick was proof of that. Kinda timid, just a flick of my tongue against the thin, satiny skin of his cock. The taste was just... clean skin, with a hint of that scent that by now was the air I breathed. After that flick came another, and another... a long lick that had me trailing my tongue from near his tip to the thick base, inadvertently tilting my head up and meeting his eyes as he looked down. I stood stock still for maybe three seconds and flinched, lowering my face and going back to... licking. I was actually having an easier time tongue-bathing my first cock than maintaining eye-contact with the guy it belonged to.

Ned didn’t seem to mind. In fact It didn’t take a lot of licking for me to realize that his shaft wasn’t content to stay down. By throb and twitch the equine erection rose in the air, flexing along with the muscles of Ned’s abs as it became fully hard. My own fleshy-pink shaft was sticking up and had been as hard as a nail for some time, but the jack’s rod had no hope of defying gravity like that. It might have ran parallel to the ground, but it had a slightly upward curve to it as it stuck out from the big donkey’s crotch. It made me realize just how... exaggerated my fantasies were. It was also a bit of a relief, since this looked like something I could take in real life.

I kinda re-appraised that when I gripped it once again and realized that now that his cock was no longer soft I couldn’t make my thumb and middle finger meet. And even though it wasn’t as absurdly big as in my fantasies, it was still a job for two hands. And a mouth, I suppose. I definitely didn’t mind the taste, but I was trying to work something else out. I opened my mouth, keeping the black rod aimed at me as I flicked the tip of my tongue into that little divot – staring down the barrel of this gun.

“You don’t have to do too much too fast...” he said.

“No I... I’m good...” I said, a little awkwardly.

“Yeah, only... I’m not sure if you can open wide enough, and from here those teeth look kinda... scary...” he said.

I had to admit I had been trying to work that out too. So I took his advice and didn’t try to swallow that flare. I stuck to rubbing the jack’s erection two-fisted while doing as much as I could with my tongue. I really got into it and wondered how much was too much. I mean I was pumping his donkey-dick while rubbing it all over my muzzle, feeling his pre smear and soak into the fur of my face. Did I shoot way past awkward virgin and wind up worshiping his cock like a campus slut?

“Hate to interrupt you, but I think I should start getting you ready, if you’re still up for this...” he said, and I looked up at him as best I could. Kinda tricky since I had been tongue-bathing his balls and his cock was leaning against my muzzle and kinda eclipsing... everything.

“Y-yeah... what... where do you want me to...?” I mumbled, suddenly very aware that I was on my knees, worshiping a guy’s cock and telling him that I do indeed want him to stuff it under my tail. Ned leaned away to rummage around in his nightstand, taking about ten seconds to dog out a small bottle. “You just had that lying around?” I asked, guessing correctly it was lube.

“I bought it on the same day I packed. I was pinning my hopes that in college people open up and try new things, and that I’d be lucky enough to find someone who’d let me put it to good use.” he said, patting the spot on the mattress next to him. “Just kneel here and keep your ass up. Then you can get back to what you were doing while I get you ready...”

That was all it took to get me ass-up and face down in the donkey’s crotch. I was a little antsy, tense even before I felt the slick slime being rubbed around back there, but I knew I was past the point of no return. Ned was hung, probably a pretty good size even for a donkey, but it wasn’t the monster from my fantasies. It looked like something I could take, although maybe not very hard or deep my first time. I was using the time to familiarize myself with the shaft that would be claiming my virginity, running my hands and tongue up and down the veiny length, wondering how it would feel. The flare was still small but it was already showing a rim that looked... interesting. Another ridge further down... I think that’s what they call the medial ring. I wasn’t sure I would get to feel that my first time. There was... a lot of donkey to go before I reached it...

I must have been distracted enough for Ned to notice. He’d been toying around with my pucker, kinda circling the ring of pale-pink skin and occasionally poking the thick, hoof-nailed fingertip against it. Once he saw the opportunity, he took it and pushed almost all the way in. I wasn’t a stranger to a lubed finger back there. Playing with myself got me interested in trying anal and was the reason I was polishing a donkey-dick with my tongue. But apart from the finger now probing around back there being thicker than my own, it was very definitely someone else’s.

Ever try tickling yourself? Doesn’t work, does it? But if anyone else touches the same spot, you lose your mind. I wasn’t losing mine yet, but I was feeling the difference. The point was that someone who is not you is touching a very sensitive spot. Ned had yet to find the most sensitive one but I was already doing my best not to make funny noises as he gently pumped his digit in and out as I did my best to keep from clenching up. Most of his hand was resting on my ass cheek and I could feel his eyes back there even as mine studied the network of veins running under the thin black skin of his shaft.

“You doing okay?” he asked.

“Y-yeah...” I replied, my voice a little higher than usual.

“Am I?” he asked again, and my reply was a murmur, muffled by the large black sack I was nuzzling. Not very verbose, but when I arched my back and thrust my rear out just a little more, that seemed to drop a hint. “Good. Don’t be shy about making noise. Well, at least not now. You’ll wanna muffle yourself later on since I doubt these walls are very thick...”

That was a hell of a thing to say to an introvert. After all, if people in the rooms near ours hear the sounds of someone getting pounded in the ass, I doubt they’re gonna think that I was the one on top. Definitely something to keep in mind since I have no idea what kind of sex noises I make. I took Ned’s advice and let myself make quite frankly embarrassing sounds. After all, I was letting him finger-fuck my ass, what was the point being shy about moaning softly while he did it?

“Hhaaahh-haaa...hhhnn!”

“Was that... did I find your spot?” the jack asked, keeping that big blunt fingertip on my prostate.

“Uhhhh....huuuhh....” I groaned, feeling my pucker flex around his finger and my erection flex under me. I’d found that spot myself, and giving it some attention while I was jerking off always resulted in really intense orgasms, but I’d never managed to pop my cork without stroking myself. I wasn’t sure I could get off without touching my cock, but that felt... kinda close. Ned kept grazing that spot now that he knew where it was, and while it didn’t feel as electrically intense as that first touch, it still had my shaft twitching and leaking as if it wanted attention.

I managed to take the second finger easily enough, moaning against Ned’s equine erection softly enough to make sure he was the only one who could hear it. He’d eased off my button and was obviously focused on working me loose. My licking, stroking and rubbing his donkey-dick must have been getting him riled up. He squeezed out a little more lube before adding the third finger. I almost hissed when it slid in since I’d never tried more than two, and my fingers were thinner. But I took deep breaths, laced with the sharp, clean musk of a horny jack and it did wonders to relax me. He kept pumping his hand against me, kinda drilling me while keeping those three thick fingers in as deep as he could. When he pulled them out I blushed a little as I realized I wasn’t... closing all the way. Or at least that’s what it felt like. I felt him run his hand across my ass and even down under my pucker, brushing his palm against my sack.

“Okay, so it’s your choice how we do this, but I figure doggy-style might be our best bet since neither of us has really done this before...”

I don’t really remember what I said, but whatever it was it had Ned helping me further onto the bed. I was on all fours and I was... ready. Too horny to be nervous, even though this was something that I really should have been nervous about. I shuddered a little when I felt the jack behind me lay his hands on my ass. Big hands, and not the only part of him that was big. I kept my tail up and as still as I could, fully exposing myself. Ned gave my ass a squeeze, slow and hard and that... fuck, that made me feel sexy. Like he wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

When the right hand left my cheek I kinda knew what to expect. I took deep breaths, and managed not to clench up when the flare kissed my pucker. I could hear him slathering himself up, pumping his shaft a few times until it was nice and slick. The thumb of his left hand slipped between my cheeks and pulled, opening me up a little more. I felt pressure back there, I felt myself dimple, but every time I felt like I was stretching enough to take him the blunt tip of Ned’s cock would slip off-target.

“Fuck. Think we used too much lube?” he asked after the third near-miss.

“Hang on, I’m... gonna try something...” I said.

From my position, I wasn’t willing to accept that there was such a thing as ‘too much lube’ when you’re about to lose your anal virginity to a donkey-dick. So I laid my face on the mattress and reached back. I grabbed each one of my cheeks and pulled them apart as far as I could go, feeling my pucker open up a little as I did. I heard Ned make a weird little horsey-noise and I wasn’t surprised. Getting on all fours and having him push in... I felt like that was just me letting it happen. This wasn’t it. I was spreading myself wide, I was ass up and face down... I was making it happen.

The moment Ned pushed his tip against my rosebud I felt this was different – he was fitting better back there. He laid his free hand on my lower back, using his right to guide himself in and keep his flare on-target. I tried to take deep breaths but they were shaky. I wasn’t anxious, I was eager, but there was only one way this was going to happen and that was if I got really relaxed. Ned didn’t try thrusting, and settled for keeping his tip on my pucker and letting the steady pressure open me up. An equine cock was probably the most awkward one for anal penetration, but slow and steady did the trick. We groaned in tandem when he slipped in, about three inches of hard donkey sinking into me without any warning. One second he was stretching me open, and the next second I was stretched around him.

I must have held my breath at some point because I found myself taking deep ones. Deep enough to make the muscles in my abdomen move and really drive home that fact that Ned was in me. I could feel his fingers gripping my ass even as my pucker gripped his shaft. I don’t think it was any thicker than three of his fingers, but it just couldn’t compare. The way it throbbed inside me, the way it flexed as my straining ring pulsed around it. Breathing deep helped, and since the jack behind me seemed too considerate to just shove in, I pushed back a little.

Another inch or two sank in with almost indecent ease. Then there was a bit of discomfort, more clenching, more deep breathing and waiting. He kind of… nudged things around, changed his angle, and once he did I took another inch. My ears folded as I realized his cock was… re-arranging things back there. I looked down, certain I was going to see a long, ridge-like outline on my flat stomach, but there was nothing but my own leaky erection staring back at me.

Fuck, like I needed a reminder! I needed to cum like never before. The thick length of donkey stuck under my tail was putting a lot of pressure on that spot, but was getting me nowhere near release. All it was serving to do was to get me hornier than I’ve ever been in my whole life. I didn’t dare touch it. My limbs felt a little wobbly and I was sure I needed all four to support myself as Ned carefully tried to sheathe more of himself under my tail.

“How are you doing?” the jack asked, and I could hear a strange, almost strained note to his voice.

“Guhhhh...good…” I groaned back. “H-how much…?”

“My medial ring’s almost in, so about two thirds, maybe a little more. Fuck, that’s definitely enough for me… how about you?”

“Fah… fine… can you… y’know – start moving?” I asked, still self-conscious enough that I couldn’t ask the donkey two-thirds of the way up my ass to fuck me.

“I’m sure as hell gonna try. You’re gripping me kinda tight though…” he said before slowly pulling out.

“Uhhhmmhh!” I groaned as inches of thick donkey-dick left my ass, the lube doing little to diminish the friction of that satiny black skin against my pink ring.

It was strange to feel Ned pulling out, a sort of mix of loss and relief. I had expecting him to slip almost the whole thing out and was a bit surprised when he reversed momentum and pushed back in. I made a strange whimpery noise without realizing it, but it didn’t sound distressed enough to stop the donkey from sliding back. He pulled back again and I felt my leaking cock flex beneath me. Feeling full had been intense, but this – slow and tame as it was- was it. I was being fucked. Another male had stuck his cock in my ass and was moving it in and out for the sole purpose of cumming.

Say what you want about masturbation, but if anyone was doing any work – it was you. This was different. I was willing… very willing to go along with this, but I was passive. Someone else was doping what needed to be done – using my body for their pleasure. Maybe it was my lack of any experience, maybe the fact hat my first taste of sex was on the receiving end but this was really fucking with my mind. I felt… hot. I felt like the jack behind me - the one kneading my ass as he slowly thrust in and out of it – wanted to fuck me. It probably should have been obvious considering what was happening and what had led up to it. The taste of his cock was still on my tongue and there had been nothing platonic about the way I had gotten him hard and ready.

But this was different… intense in a way I had no words for. I could feel his heartbeat inside me and I was sure it was speeding up. He was getting excited, the hands on my cheeks were kneading them and not just holding my ass steady. My ears swiveled to catch his groans and I felt something strange knowing that I was the reason he was making those noises. This must be what self-confidence feels like! I arched my back a little more and it felt thrilling to do so. I was hornier than I knew I could be but there was no way I was touching my cock. I wanted to hold back, to stay in this moment, no matter how maddening it was. I felt a slight twinge deep in my belly and wondered if maybe Ned had pushed in a little more. Then I felt him throb and grip my ass a little tighter.

“Unghhh...fuck…” I heard him groan, then felt him throb.

I couldn’t actually feel his cum shooting from his tip. That was the weird part. I could feel the underside of his shaft swell as each spurt traveled the long length of the equine erection, I could feel the way his flare had swollen up and after a few shots I felt a kind of… messy sensation in there. A shudder went through me as I exhaled, feeling a guy pump his load under my tail. That… did time really fly when you’re having fun? I wasn’t sure how to bring it up, or what the etiquette was. Begin the virgin, I was expecting Ned to fuck me until I begged him to stop or just… collapsed.

“Sorry… you kinda clenched up and… fuck, never felt something this tight…” groaned the donkey as he shot the last of his load under my tail.

“T-that’s… okay…” I mumbled awkwardly, trying to hide the disappointment from my voice and to figure out what I’m supposed to do now.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got another one in me. Just gotta catch my second wind…”

“Oh! G-good… so are you… pulling out?” I asked, feeling a little relieved, and yet a the same time desperate to be actually relieved.

“I don’t think I have to… I should have started going soft by now, but you’re wrapped so tight around me… gonna try something...”

I wasn’t sure what ‘something’ was, and still had no clue when Ned ran his hands from my ass along my sides. When he reached my chest he just pulled me up like I weighed nothing. I still had no idea what was going on exactly, but the way his cock shifted as I wound up kneeling with my back pressed against his chest made me not care. Yeah, he definitely wasn’t going soft in there. I looked down my body, again shocked that there was no horsecock outline against my tummy. I stared at my cock that really looked like it was leaking. It would flex every now and again, and every time it did I would clench up, giving the donkey sheathed under my tail a really firm squeeze.

I laid a hand on my stomach, realizing that somewhere under fur, skin and a very modest amount of muscle was Ned’s load. It made me feel… strange. Not dirty, at least not in a bad way. I kinda thought it might make me feel… girly? In touch with my feminine side? Not really though. I felt a little like a slut, but no more feminine than I had been when I woke up today. I felt a puff of air on the left side of my neck and realized that Ned was nuzzling it. I tilted my head to the right and kinda… let him. At first it felt… weird – letting a guy treat me like he’d treated girls before. Then again, the affection felt kinda nice. His lips on my neck, his hands on me, the heat of his warm, muscular body against me. It wasn’t enough to steal the show from the inches of still firm donkey-dick buried under my tail, but I was kinda getting into it. When Ned ran his hoof-nailed fingertips across my nipples, I was honestly surprised by just how much I was getting into it.

I felt him nuzzle up along my neck, those thick equine lips half-kissing half-pinching their way along the length of my jaw. He tilted my head to one side, as much as he could and leaned in. The kiss was kind of awkward because of the angle – just open-mouth sloppy tongue stuff – but it was way more intense than the one that had started all this. For him too because I could feel the cock still buried up my ass give an occasional twitch. Ned let his hand trail down from my chest along my belly, but I stopped him before he reached my own erection. I remember how intense it had felt getting fondled by the jack earlier and was sure he’d have me shooting with two pumps.

I was… I was enjoying this too much to skip along to the finale, so I just moved his hand to my stomach and he got the hint and just rubbed the spot under which his shaft was throbbing away. I started moving a little. Barely moving, mostly just wriggling a little, testing how strong Ned’s grip was. He took the hint and held me a little tighter, making me wriggle a little more. It was during that wriggling that I suddenly found my cheeks touching something warm and firm.

“Fuck… is that…”

“Yeah. Guess you relaxed enough to hit bottom…” Ned said, kissing the side of my neck. “Speaking of which, I think I’m ready to go again…”

“Y-yeah? Okay… go for it…” I said, half expecting to be pushed back down.

Not that I would have minded, but Ned just moved his hands down to my hips and pushed up. I tried to imagine what my ass must look like, straining around the thick base of his cock. But I’d gotten used to having him inside me, and the thick part of him that should have been tearing me open felt… filling.

With me almost sitting in his lap he didn’t have a lot of room to move, and eventually I began to crave the motion. I lifted my hips a little every time he thrust up against them, moving them up and down in time to Ned’s own. That felt nice… I was kind of moving and getting into the wing of things and not just bending over and being a hole for him. Then I just lifted my hips and stayed here, giving the jack more room to move. That worked better and I could really feel him sliding in and out now. I was also aware of the mess he’d already left in there now being churned up and bit my lip as I realized I was going to take another one before this donkey-dick was pulled from my ass.

“Whoah, what… you doing this on purpose?” I heard the jack holding me ask, and smiled as I looked behind me and saw my tail winding up around his torso.

“It’s a r-reflex… kind of like -aaah!- a life line…” I said, feeling and sounding a little short on breath. Fuck, Ned was so deep in me now that every time I took a deep enough breath I could really feel him in there.

I felt him slide one arm up and around me, his palm resting on my chest as he toyed with my right nipple. For a little while longer I just stood still, letting him fuck up into me. Then I got the idea to push back against his thrust, and that seemed to push a button or flick a switch. It was a good thing that he had such a good hold on him because I was kinda losing my composure… maybe my mind.

I was… bouncing… riding? I was definitely doing a lot of the moving even though Ned was still driving into me, possibly infected by whatever was possessing the possum wrapped around his cock. His hand moved up from my chest and I was initially surprised to find him pushing two fingers into my mouth. Then my ears caught the noises I was making - the noises I was getting louder. He still wanted me to be able to tell him to stop on the off-chance I wanted to so he wasn’t about to shut my muzzle, but he was suggesting a way I could stifle myself.

So I sucked on his fingers. It seemed kinda slutty, but so was riding his cock with enough gusto to make my own erection slap against my belly. There was a familiar tension building up just behind my bellybutton, but I still wasn’t any closer to release, even though I’d never been more desperate for it. The hand on my hip moved around, the fingers encircling my pink shaft and barely managing to close before it hit me.

And I do mean hit. I think I might have bit down on the fingers in my mouth and I was glad Ned didn’t pull them out. Even stifled, the noises I made were obscene as my cock began to spray before the jack behind me managed to grip it. My eyes were half-focused but I could still see the white streaks flying though the air, each spurt matched by a clench of my ass around the equine erection stuffed into it.

I kept bucking against Ned even as he did his best to hold he, riding out the wildest orgasm of my life. I was clenching down hard on him, but with all that lube and the jack’s first load in there I was too slippery for that to stop me. All the grip did was push my prostate up against Ned’s cock, making it impossible for me to come down from my high. When I did my head was spinning a little as I regarded the wet streaks soaking into my bedding. I was still bouncing, but I wasn’t the one moving anymore.

“Stay with me… won’t -ngh!- be long now…” groaned Ned, driving up into me in short, sharp jabs.

I’m not sure if I said anything in reply but I wasn’t going anywhere. He’d released my cock and the half-hard pink length was now flopping around comically as the jack behind me went for the finish. I winced a little when he flared… fuck it was even deeper now! A few more seconds of thrusting, then grinding and then the sensation of fresh heat gurgling into me as the exhausted equine panted in my ear as he gave me his second load.

“Zach? You okay?”

“Y-yeah... Just kinda... wiped out...” I said, my pucker still occasionally pulsing around a donkey-cock that didn’t seem in any rush to go soft.

“Heh, though you might be playing possum on me...”

“Trust me, if I was, you’d know. And by ‘know’, I mean you’d freak out...” I said, rubbing my flat stomach which I felt should have been bulging with what I had backed away back there.

“Seriously? I mean, I got how that works on animals, since they don’t know it’s all just a trick. But when I know what to expect, you think I’d really fall for it, let alone freak out?”

I couldn’t resist. I knew what he was thinking – you just let your body go limp, open your mouth and kinda roll your eyes back. It was kind of a mean thing to do, but I felt like I needed to make my point, so I reached into my brain for that little switch that every opossum had. For feral it’s a reflex, but any two-legged possum can just switch it on and off. It was instant – my body went limp, not just still. Muscles I generally couldn’t control all loosened, even the ones that had just been wrapped snug around Ned’s shaft. I went rag-doll slack in his grip, my head lolled and my tongue spilled out of my open muzzle. My eyes didn’t roll back, but they lost all focus and just looked empty, a final grisly detail.

“Holy...shit! Fuck, Zach, are you okay!? Zach, talk to me...” he said, gently slapping my cheek. I gave him to the count of ten before I let myself snap back.

“Told you you’d freak out...” I said, once again taking control of my body. I could tell that he really had been scared because he was still stiff enough for me to feel his heartbeat under my tail. “Still think it can only fool stupid animals?”

“Okay, I was way wrong, just... Fuck, promise never to do that again!”

“And feral possums do an even more convincing version, ‘cause they have special glands that make a smell to suggest they have been dead for a while. Luckily, my kind lost that on the long road to sentience, along with the hemipenis…”

We sat there catching our breath and I could feel Ned’s heartbeat wind down as his cock softened and began to pull out. Jock or not, he proved a quick thinker when he grabbed his boxers and pushed them into the crack of my ass just as his flare popped out. Good thing to, since it soaked up… fuck, I couldn’t believe all that was inside me! I managed to clench down and even more impressively I managed to make my way to the showers without looking like I’d just been deflowered by a donkey. When I came back I saw that Ned had put fresh sheets over my bed. Nice of him, and kinda ridiculous that I had wound up making more of a mess than he did.

“You okay?” he asked as I sat down next to him.

“Yeah, it’s just… feels like I just went past a major milestone in my life, but the vibe between the two of us… I dunno, I guess I thought that after it was done we’d be more like… boyfriends?”

“Yeah, I think that requires actual dating…”

“Think you might be right…”

“So… got anything planned for Friday night?”

*******

“Okay, you got a good grip?”

“Yeah. Couldn’t we just push them together though?” I asked as I crouched opposite Ned.

“We might leave scratch marks on the hardwood floor. Besides, two seconds of heavy lifting won’t kill you. Just make sure to lift with your legs, not your back.”

“How do I do that?”

“When I say ‘lift’, make sure you straighten your legs, not your back.”

“Oh. So why do they call it ‘lifting with your legs’ and not ‘straightening your legs’?” I asked.

“’Cause it’s usually dumb jocks like me who do the lifting. If more nerds got involved, we’d probably have better terminology…”

“Fair ‘nuff…”

“Okay, one...two...lift!” he said, and lift we did before crab-walking a few feet and setting my bed down next to his. “Okay, now we gotta flip the mattresses so they run across the beds…”

“What? Why?”

“Because you’re skinny enough that I’d probably fuck you into this wedge between them, see? Then I wouldn’t be able to find you and being the big dumb jock that I am, I’d think that you left me forever, and I’d be sad.”

“Well, when you put it like that…” I said, rolling my eyes as we flipped the mattresses around and getting the fitted sheet over it.

“Yeah, that looks… good.” Ned said as we stepped back to appraise our handiwork like we were a couple of engineers that just finished a bridge.

“Yeah. I mean… we could wait until tonight to try it out.” I said casually while my tail signaled my impatience.

“You got anywhere you need to be?” Ned asked, reaching out to wind his big arm around my waist.

“Nope…”

“Good, me neither…” he said.

I wasn’t sure when or how he’d spun me around, but the next moment my hands were moving up across his pecs and winding around the back of his powerful neck. His huge-ass hands were on my hips as he leaned down far enough to kiss me. Ironically, neither of us was looking at the bed, although it would soon have a very important part to play. He was holding me close, close enough that I could feel his cock dropping from his sheath even as my own grew stiff. I was tempted to reach in and speed things up, but still kept my arms wrapped around the big donkey.

“That a new shirt?” he asked after we broke our kiss, fingers toying around the bottom of the crop-top.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah…” I said, even though it was obvious. The t-shirts I had were generally a size too large, whereas this was one of those tight, stretchy ones. “Buying it had been… weird.”

“Oh, this I gotta hear! How did you manage to make buying a shirt weird?”

“Okay, so maybe not buying, but picking it out. I don’t have much of a fashion sense, but I always looked at clothes and tried to figure out if they would look good on me…”

“Makes sense. So what’s changed?” asked Ned, listening to my story but also teasing the hem of the shirt up to expose more of me.

“This time when I was picking them up… I was wondering if you’d like how they looked on me. Don’t laugh! It’s not as sweet as it sounds…” I insisted, the corner of my own mouth curling up as Ned suppressed a chortle. “What feels weird is picking out these clothes, and putting them on… knowing that the reason I was doing it is to make you want to fuck me…” I admitted and we both laughed a little at that.

“Not having regrets are you? I mean, we’ve been together for almost two weeks now… I know what we’ve got going is kinda one-sided. And you know I’ve only been with girls before, and I’m trying not to treat you like one and figure this thing out together…”

“No, I mean… it’s weird but… not a bad kind of weird. And just because I’m… y’know… bottoming for you doesn’t make me feel girly or anything, so I appreciate you not treating me like one. But I… kinda like what we’ve got going. It’s not like I’m just waiting for my turn to be the top or anything...”

“That’s kind of a relief to hear…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s not like I’m pulling an “I don’t do that fag shit!” attitude. I have no problem giving you a reach around and wouldn’t mind giving you blowjobs... But I tried my fingers back there and while it didn’t hurt it didn’t feel like a turn-on either.” Ned admitted sheepishly as another inch of soft donkey slid out of his sheath and between us. But funnily enough my mind wasn’t on that…

“Well I… wouldn’t say ‘no’ to a blowjob…” I murmured, kinda throwing it out there. I was honestly surprised when Ned sank to his knees in front of me. “Oh, you mean… like now​?”

“You look ready. Might as well, right?” he asked, pulling my shorts down and showing that I was indeed hard and ready for this. At least the important part of me was.

“Okay. Just… don’t feel like you have to take the whole thing…” I said, feeling like it was the right thing to say. Ned thought it was funny.

“Dude, I appreciate the sentiment and all, but look at how long my muzzle is. I’ve never blown a guy before, but I think it’s safe to say I won’t choke on your cock.”

In spite of his confidence, he was tentative at first. He gave me a few licks with that huge equine tongue of his, watching me twitch before he just wrapped his lips around my glans and pushed his muzzle down. Those herbivore lips, shaped my evolution to pluck grass… fuck, they felt good. He bobbed his head a few times, worked his tongue around the inches of possum trapped in his mouth before taking more of me. And he was right - I wasn’t big enough to trigger his gag reflex, not that I cared.

I didn’t know if Ned was good at this or if I just had a hair trigger but I knew I wasn’t going to last long even if he did play fair. When I felt his big strong hands on my ass, I figured he was just keeping me steady. I didn’t think my legs were gonna give out just because he was blowing me, but it felt nice so I just enjoyed the occasional grope. When I felt his finger slip into the crack of my ass, I knew that he was gonna cheat. And when it slipped inside, I didn’t care. Actually, I really liked the idea that he couldn’t help himself from poking around back there.

I felt like his blowjob wasn’t as showy as mine. I kinda had to go full-on pornstar when working him over because my mouth simply wasn’t big enough for the task. But I was proving a very nice fit for that big mouth of his, and he could even get creative with his tongue while he sucked me off. It probably looked boring, but it would have had me standing on my toes and gasping even without the clever fingers stroking my prostate at the same time.

“Fuhh...fuck, I think I’m… gonna…” I groaned out. Not very clear, but given the context I figured it was warning enough, but Ned kept his hands on my ass and his mouth on my cock. Unless I was willing to fight my way out, I wasn’t going anywhere.

I laid my hands on his head, fighting the urge to just grip those big ears of his. Not because this was some kind of dominant, face-fucking gesture but because I felt like the ground was slipping out from under my feet, even though odds were good I could just sit in the big jack’s hand. I saw my flat tummy flex rapidly and realized I was holding back. Even realization didn’t stop me from doing it a few seconds longer, enough for the corners of my vision to dim. Ned might have been a novice at this but he read the signals just fine. He pushed me against his muzzle and just suckled and waited, seemingly content to swallow.

Must have been confident. Like he said, his muzzle was big and my loads weren’t as spectacular as his. Volume wise it should have been easy to handle, but he didn’t realize that cum doesn't pour out – it squirts out. The first one probably hit right in the back of his throat, judging by the way his brown eyes went wide. He tried to recover, sputtering around my twitching erection but wound up pulling off and catching the last few ropes of my cum on those big grazing lips of his. I was grinning like I was high as I rode out a heck of an orgasm, but the moment that high passed I couldn’t help but laugh…

“I’m sorry...I… thank you for doing that, I love you, but… but after you said there was no way you’d choke on my dick…” I managed to get out, fighting and ultimately failing to stifle my laughter.

“That was a cheap shot…” Ned complained, wiping my load from his mouth but failing to wipe his smile along with it. “You wanna try laughing around mine while there’s still time?”

I did in fact want to, so I grabbed him by the waistband of his boxers and pulled him towards the bed. I’ve genuinely grown to like blowing my jackass. My lips like it, my tongue likes it, even my throat. My knees, on the other hand, fucking hate it, so I sat my ass down before pulling Ned’s underpants down and freeing the donkey-dong. He was all the way out of his sheath, but the black length still had that meaty-floppy feel to it, which meant we didn’t have much time, but weren’t too late.

I’d learned to open my jaw wide enough to let my lips cover my teeth (seriously, herbivores think that any teeth that aren’t completely flat are designed to tear their flesh to shreds). We’d even discovered that I barely had a gag reflex to speak of, and thus could… accommodate quite a lot of Ned’s shaft. The one thing that scared the shit out of both of us was his flare. The first time I’d seen the thing was an eye-opener, which was unfortunate since the spurting bell-end was aimed at my face and I got some in my eyes. I could breathe well enough with Ned down my throat, but not if that thing mushroomed up. And if the same thing happened inside my muzzle as opposed to my throat there was no way in hell I could keep my teeth out of the way, and… OK, they are pretty sharp, so I get why Ned’s concerned.

Our solution – I blow him while he’s still not fully hard, so there’s absolutely zero chance of that flare ballooning up. Once he does get hard we have a choice of either moving on to… something else, or me fishing him off by getting creative. By the time Ned’s hard, it doesn’t really take a lot to push him over. By that time I’m also horny enough to be very… uninhibited. I put on a pretty good show stroking, licking and kissing his cock, or rubbing my face against it. One time he was spooned up behind me and came like a fire-hose from just fucking my thighs while I played with his tip.

I took a quick sniff, my ears perking immediately as my nose caught a scent I’d come to really really like. The taste wasn’t bad either, and I was reminded of it after I opened wide and caught the still compact tip on my tongue. Ned mussed my hair as I wrapped my lips around him but let me set the pace. Even while soft his cock was a mouthful and there wasn’t a lot I could do with it at this point. I moved my tongue around a little to tease his tip and suckled. Honestly, having just gotten my first blowjob, I think I had a new perspective on what felt good. Not that I seemed to have any trouble before that.

I did my best to curb my own excitement as I opened up my throat and let Ned slide down. I knew I could breathe even with that mass of equine flesh stuffed down my gullet, but the air flow was kinda limited, so I had to keep my breathing even and a little shallow. As long as I kept that in mind I was pretty… accommodating. I could even get the medial ring past my lips, but the tick base of Ned’s cock was too much of a jaw-breaker. I had just enough outside my mouth to play with, and a heavy equine sack to keep me busy while I nursed.

“Uhhhhfuck…” Ned gasped out, still mussing my hair and playing around with my ears.

We were still less than half-way to our first month anniversary, but I was getting really comfortable with the boyfriend-stuff, like these little affectionate gestures. I mean, even we can’t spend all of our time together fucking, although I often feel like we’re really trying. I moaned around my mouthful and reached between Ned’s muscular thighs to play with his balls. In spite of my best efforts a bit of saliva ran past my lower lip and soaked into the fuzz covering my chin. Couldn’t be helped, this was messy work. But when the shaft I was swallowing around started to flex and firm up, it was my signal that the work was done.

“Want me to finish you off?” I asked, my voice a little hoarse after my throat had been used a a donkey’s fleshlight.

“You could… but you didn’t buy this shirt just so you could blow me, did you? You said that you were hoping this shirt would make me wanna fuck you…” he said, but he wasn’t exactly pulling the donkey-dick from my hands. “Honestly, I’d feel like a dick if I didn’t…” he said, reaching down and pulling my shirt off. I flopped onto my back and let him slide my shorts the rest of the way off me, leaving me buck naked and already hard again. I was chewing my lip even before he reached out for the lube.

“Fuck, we really got a lot of room now. Wanna get creative or something?” I asked, writhing around with my arms stretched out.

“I dunno. Let’s see how it goes…” he said, climbing in and sliding in behind me. One arm went around my waist as he began to kiss the side of my neck. His fully hard shaft slipped up between my legs and I could feel the heat of it against my sack and my own more modest erection as we spent about a minute just kissing and snuggling up.

“Mind lifting your leg up?” he said, grabbing the little bottle about the same time I grabbed my leg under my knee.

“You can… you can just start with two…” I murmured when I felt the cool slickness that I’d learned to love smear against my pucker.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I… think I kinda leveled up…” I said, finishing with a groan as two slick digits spread me open.

There was one clench, just a sort of formality, and then my ass relaxed and opened up for the male behind me. I wasn’t sure if it was just me gaining experience and no longer being an horny but anxious virgin. Honestly, I think a lot of it was down to trust. A feeling like Ned belonged back there and that I didn’t have anything to worry about if I let myself be vulnerable around him. Maybe it was because he was more experienced? He’d admitted that I was the first person ever to let him take their ass, and while I had no complaints about the way our first time went, I could tell he was a bit better.

He could read my body by now and wasn’t nervous if I clenched a little every now and again. Sometimes it was a reflex that triggered when he brushed my buzzer with his fingertips, and sometimes it just felt kinda nice to give him a squeeze. Only his fingers for now though. His erection was resting against my inner thigh as he fingered my ass, hot enough for me to feel it through the white fur that contrasted so nicely against the black donkey-dick.

I got the third finger without even asking for it. Well, at least not verbally. Like I said, I’d gotten more comfortable around Ned and more comfortable with myself to tell the trust and I wasn’t just lying still and letting things happen. I was writhing against him, not only my hips but my whole body. I was savoring the hard heat of him against my back, and every now and again I’d reach down with my free hand and play with his balls or tease his tip. It was leaking more than mine and every now and again I’d bring my wet hand up and lick it clean. Yeah, I’d gotten pretty comfortable doing this. When another few minutes elapsed and I felt the fingers leave my ass I was half expecting Ned to just nudge his hips and sink in home, but he was thinking with his big head, at least for the time being.

“You want to wrap me up?” he murmured into my neck. We were both clean but when your boyfriend was as productive as mine was, rubbers just made clean-up easier. But I wasn’t in the mood for easy.

“Nah… I was going to take a shower anyway. Just get a towel down while I… got it!” I said, quickly rummaging around in the nightstand and fishing out my plug.

It was just a small bit of black silicone with a base that settled neatly into the crack of my ass. Very discreet, and very handy when you’re walking to the communal showers and don’t want to leave a trail of donkey-spunk behind you. Ned laid a folded-up towel and I got back into position with my ass resting on it. I figured he’d just pick up where we left off and spoon-fuck me, but I found myself staring at both our ceiling and my jack when he rolled me onto my back.

“Wanna try something different…”

“...and you wanna know if I’m up for it?” I asked.

“I’m kinda guessing that you are…” he said, brushing his hand against my erection as I sucked in air through my teeth and twitched at the teasing touch. “Let me just get these up and… over!” he said, lifting my legs and laying each of my calves down on his shoulders.

This new position meant two things. One – I’d be getting a really good view of my toes curling when I cum with a donkey up my butt. And two – said but was now raised a little and tilted at what seemed just the right angle. No, it was the right angle, judging by the way Ned’s flare just settled between my cheeks and kissed my rosebud ‘hello’. I gave him a nod and saw him reach down, aiming himself as I thought relaxing, widening thoughts. There was the dimpling, the steady pressure to make sure he was on the mark and then with a roll of his hips he entered me. We were getting better at it, but it still took teamwork and concentration to help that blunt tip breach my pucker.

“Okay, so far so good. How about you – you comfortable like this?”

“Yeah… I mean if this is as far as it goes. I’m not sure about trying the full mating-press thing.”

“Okay, how about… this?” he said, leaning forward until his hands were resting on the mattress on either side of my head. I was bent a little farther back, but the movement had fed a little more donkey into my ass so I wasn’t exactly complaining.

“F-fine…”

“Good, cause I gotta bring out my A-game. You spent good money on a shirt just to get me to fuck you, I want you to feel like you’re getting your money’s worth…”

“Fuck, I already regret telling you thaaaAAaahhh-”

“I have to admit – most of the time I’m looking at you I feel like I wanna lay you down like this and fuck you. But that shirt does look good on you, so…” he said, moving his hips back before rolling them forward and getting another moan out of me before I remembered we were in a god-damned dorm and I needed to stay reasonably quiet.

It wasn’t that I was ashamed of what we were doing or what Ned was doing to me. We weren’t exactly walking around waving pride flags, but anyone who spent any amount time around the two of us together could tell we were more than roommates. That being said, there was something to be said for discretion. Like not letting the whole wing know when you were having your insides re-arranged by your well-hung donkey boyfriend. And so I bit my lip and looked up at him and the view made my heart skip a beat. The way he was looking at me now… yeah, kinda the look I was hoping for when I put on the shirt. A shame he didn’t have a mane like a horse, it would probably look ridiculously sexy hanging off one side of his head as he gazed down at me like this. But then he rolled his hips and gave me another couple of inches of hard jack and I forgot about that one shortcoming real fast.

“So… about you telling me you love me…” Ned said, grunting with each lazy thrust into my ass.

“Wha-what?” I said, trying to rewind the tape. Ned wasn’t even slowing down, so that wasn’t making things easier.

“A little earlier… you were laughing this tight ass off about me choking on your… cock…” he said, feeding me a few more inches of his own. “...and in the middle of all that, you said ‘I love you’.” he insisted.

I wondered what kind of face I must have made as I took a lazy, sensual but deep rutting and at the same time tried to remember what I’d said earlier on. Did I say it? I mean, I think I do love Ned, but that doesn't mean that I’d just say it to his face. He’s the extrovert, shouldn’t he have been the first one to say it to me? I was so focused on that that I missed him leaning in until I felt the heat of his breath against my face. Then our lips met and I didn’t really care if I said it or not.

“I love you too…” he grunted one he let me up for air.

And I gotta admit, it did feel nice to hear it! It gave me a warm, fuzzy feeling deep inside, and Ned’s flare seemed to be trying to reach that feeling. I mean, we’ve kinda went through the checklist. We make out, we cuddle, we sometimes hold hands when walking around, and not to be too blunt but he did just kiss the breath out of me while working patiently to sheathe his throbbing cock into the snugness of my ass. Now that we’ve done this bed-mod we’ll be able to sleep together without him accidentally pushing me out (hopefully). So it seems that the “I love you”s should have been a formality. Turns out, it’s a pretty great thing to hear from someone who’s about to fuck you silly.

I winced a little when my taut pucker was forced to stretch just a little more, meaning that Ned had already managed to hilt himself inside me and the thickness I was feeling was the very base of his cock. He just ground his hips against me, letting me feel his sack against the base of my hairless tail. I saw my clawed toes splay on either side of his head as I groaned, squeezing down around him just to make the sensation of fullness more intense.

He’d give me a breather, like he always did, before he started really fucking me. Then it would be the motion, and the force. The gentle, silky friction of a lubed equine cock pistoning my ass as the sheer power and size of the body rutting into mine. I looked down and saw my leaky erection staring back at me, hard enough to hover just above the fur of my belly. I could feel it pulsing, but it was getting mixed-up with the heartbeat of the jack sheathed in my ass.

When he began grinding his hips and kinda nudging me up and down I gave him a nod and gripped his forearms. This wasn’t quite as convenient as doggy-style but he could pull out pretty far, enough to make me feel empty and to give me that panicky feeling that he might pop out. His stroke back in was steady, but not slow. I managed to bite my lip in time to keep myself from moaning like a whore as my ears flicked back and my tail wrapped itself around one of Ned’s thighs. He didn’t seem to notice my life-line reflex, pulling himself back out and settling into a good rhythm of deep, steady thrusts. He kissed me again, while we could still kiss. Soon enough we’d be breathing ragged, too desperate for oxygen to lock lips.

A new position was always… interesting. The same thing happened but in a slightly different way. The angle, the speed and depth varied… the way the donkey-dick would poke and prod my sensitive spots. With my legs on his shoulders, every time Ned pulled out my ass lowered just a little, almost enough for my lower back to touch the sheets. But whenever he hilted I would tilt up a little, angled just right to take him to the hilt. His tempo would falter every now and again. He was holding himself back, even though we’d worked out that he could blow a load in me and still just take quick snuggle break until he fucked me to orgasm. We started calling that ‘taking both barrels’ and when I did I was really grateful for that plug.

“You can… a lhhh-little harder…” I gasped out, careful to keep my voice low.

His pull out was slow, but his thrust… yeah, that was what I asked for. I’d loosened enough now to take it, enough to enjoy what was objectively fucking and not lovemaking, even though we’d said the words. I was probably kidding myself though. If Ned really fucked me without any emotion or tenderness involved, I doubt I’d be able to walk or sit the next day. But what I was getting now was vigorous enough. We both had fairly short fur, so it wasn’t really enough to mask the sound of flesh hitting flesh. If I swiveled my ears just right, I was sure I could catch the sound of his sack slapping just under my tail. I could certainly feel it.

We’d done it once with me riding his lap, which was nice. More personal than doggy-style or spooning. We could make eye contact which was intense. But it was different now that the jack was looming over me. It seemed everywhere I looked I was seeing equine muscle flexing, and it really drove home just how much power was in the body currently rutting into mine. Him looking down at me was also more intense and I was having that strange fluttery feeling in my gut a little sooner than expected. I definitely wasn’t going to outlast him this time, but I was still holding back as long as I could.

It occurred to me that Ned’s hands were busy supporting his weight. A very important job since all that weight was looming over me and if the supports failed he’d fold me like origami. But that meant he wouldn’t have a hand free to wrap around my cock. I didn’t generally need much, but so far I hadn't been able to cum without his fist wrapped around my erection. Ned was calling it a handshake since he insisted that was about how long it lasted. My hands were free, but doing it myself just felt… wrong somehow.

Before I could determine why that was the case, Ned gave me a thrust that really grazed my sweet-spot. I’m not sure if he’d done it on purpose or if it was just a lucky accident, but it proved to be the snowball that started an avalanche. It was enough to make me clench on reflex. Clenching meant being wrapped even tighter around Ned’s erection, and since that hadn’t slowed him it meant a lot more rubbing against my prostate. That meant more squeezing, which led to more friction, which led to me gasping for air and my toes splaying out on Ned’s shoulders, my feet waving about as he plowed into me. Then the tension broke and I looked down at my cock as if I was seeing it for the first time. I saw the cum ooze from my glans in time to the thrusts of the jack into my ass – a seemingly endless stream of pearly white possum spunk seeping into the fur of my belly. Too much to escape notice.

“Fuck… Leveled -nghh!- up, right?” the jackass above me groaned, his self-satisfaction evident even in the strained, growling tone of his voice.

He wasn’t far off himself, and now that he’d done right by me there was no need for him to hold back. Which made me realize that he had in fact been holding back. My feet were bouncing on either side of his head, and even though our weight was now distributed across two beds both of them were creaking. I was grateful that I didn’t have enough breath in me to make any embarrassing noises. My hands were still around his forearms, but they were limp, along with… well pretty much all of me.

I seemed to be riding my orgasm a little longer than usual. I’m not sure if that’s part of the package when cumming hands-free or if it had something to do with the donkey dick plowing my ass like this was the last time I was ever going to let Ned do it. He could barely move at first because lube or no, my climax had him in a hell of a grip. But when the clench slackened into just rhythmic pulses, he was back to longer strokes. I wasn’t complaining either. He’d been inside me long enough that the slam of his flare wasn’t an issue, or at least not a discomfort. I could damn well feel it, I just couldn’t complain. But now it was the friction, the slap of his body on mine as he pistoned away to his own climax. I swear, over all the weird sounds in the room I was sure I could hear the silken sound of my pucker clinging to his veiny length.

There was a slight twinge deep inside me and by now I knew what it was even half out of my mind like I was now. I was about to take a horny donkey’s load, and the flare slamming away deep inside me was getting scary big as it ensured I took it deep. One limp hand flopped onto my belly and I kinda thought I could feel it – the slight bump of the mushrooming tip just as Ned drove in deep. I heard him groan long and deep, a gravely sound that wouldn’t carry past the walls of our dorm. I sometimes wondered if he would actually bray if we got to do this somewhere that was actually private.

My own groan joined his as I felt the tell-tale throb of his shaft. The obscene was the underside of his cock would swell up as a dose of donkey-spunk traveled from the heavy balls now pulsing against the underside of my tail, along inch after veiny inch of the cock buried in my until it finally shot out from the trumpet-shaped tip. Condoms were very practical because they made clean-up easy. They also gave me ideas, like me and Ned going out to a club, him rutting me against a men’s room wall and taking me back out onto the dance floor like nothing happened.

But I gotta admit, I didn’t mind the mess. Nor did I wish the tables were turned. It was sweet of the jackass to give me a blowie, and I’ll definitely be taking him up on that again sometime, but lying under him as he ground his hips against my ass and left his load in me pulse by pulse. It’s kinda scary how right it felt. And when he caught his breath and leaned down to kiss me, it felt even more right. He even reached down to the puddle my cock was resting in, checking if I needed a ‘handshake’, but I was down for the count. So was he, but it was taking his cock a while to go down. We made out while he shrank because I really liked the feel of him when he was turning soft but was still stuffing me deep. When it was just the flare in me I reached out and passed my plug to Ned. He kept both my legs up with one hand, tugged the trumpet and pushed the plug in. Not fast enough to stop some of his spunk leaking out, but that’s what the towel was for. He patted away the worst of my mess before I got up and began pulling my underwear up.

“I’m surprised you can stand after that. Kinda makes me feel like I wasn’t giving it my all…” he said, swatting playfully at my ass.

“You were. Thrust the guy who was on the receiving end.” I said, tying my bathrobe around my waist. “My legs work, but I can definitely feel it, you know. They feel kinda… twitchy and almost a little numb…”

“Sounds like the way they feel after a good workout.”

“Yeah, well – how would I know?” I said with a snort. “Can you tell though? Like, is there any difference in the way I walk, or the way I stand after we’ve just done it?”

“I dunno. Can you? I mean, this is a co-ed dorm – when you go to the showers you’ll pass both guys and girls going the same way. Did you ever get the vibe you were passing someone who might be in a rush to wash the evidence off or out of them?”

“I… I dunno. Don’t think so, at least. I’m probably just being paranoid.” I said, grabbing my shower bag and walking out. It wasn’t a long walk to the bathroom and not a lot of people in the hallways at this hour. I met a bunny girl I’d noticed in the building before, also headed for the showers. We exchanged nods and walked in silence before I turned right to the men’s bathroom and she turned left.

Okay, so I could tell. I wondered if she could…