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That evening, it was pouring heavily outside so they decided to catch up with one another over some snacks from the dorm vending machine. By Ricky's request the duo combined their beds to make one king sized bed because he wanted to relive their sleepover days.

Dressed in their plain white briefs and nothing else, the two canines sat on the floor and faced each other. They spread out their bounty of snacks in front of them; mini pretzels, chocolate bars, protein bars, and bags of chips. However, the bigger and muscular Ricky refused to eat much, saying he had to watch his diet or lose his figure. He then flexed his right arm with the sly grin all foxes were known for.

The hulking fox grabbed a protein bar and asked, "So what was moving to the big city of Adgenbury like, Tiny?"

Tom shrugged and ate a pretzel. "Nothing special, just the neighbors don't talk much and the kids are always going on about their new toys and fancy vacations. I pretty much talked to my books all through high school. What about you? Bet you were popular as a jock." The German Shepherd chuckled until he noticed the grim expression of his friend. Ricky swirled his half-filled bottle of protein shake while staring at it with half-closed eyes, lost in thought.m

"High school was shit. Everything was shit after you left. Couldn't make any new friends and I was picked on regularly in high school. I lost count how many times I was shoved in a locker." Ricky took a swig of his shake.

"They even nominated me as student body president; I was Lord Chubster for months. Then I decided enough was enough, and now I'm big enough that I can't even fit in a locker."

Tom just stared at Ricky's face, unsure of what to say. His heart was heavy with guilt that his childhood best friend had to go through so much alone. "I'm sorry" was all Tom could say.

"Nah, don't sweat it." Ricky patted Tom on his right shoulder. "Not like you moved on purpose. Plus hey now we're back together and I have been waiting so long to ask you this."

Rick crawled closer to Tom. The fox's massive arms crushed a few pretzels as he positioned his face just inches away from Tom's. Tom gulped, and questions raced through in his head about what his friend was about to do. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest trying to get out and then Ricky spoke.

"Do you still play the Captain Green TCG?"

"Huh...? Ye-yeah. I got my deck in my bag," Tom replied.

Ricky threw his right paw up high like he was punching the ceiling. "Sweet! I have been itching for a duel in years. Let's play a round." He then ran over to his closet and pulled out his deck of cards, each protected in a shiny blue card sleeve.

What was supposed to be a single round of cards turned to five, and eventually they lost count. The night ended with both of them sharing the combined bed. Tomorrow, their classes would begin.

Tom was awoken by the sound of his smartphone's alarm. "7 A.M. already?" he thought. He tried getting off of the bed but soon realized he was pinned down by Ricky's beefy right arm. He squirmed again and again while calling out Ricky's name, but the slumbering bodybuilder fox would not respond. The only part of him the German Shepherd could move was his right palm. Being so close to the massive fox made Tom self-conscious of his size. He was only five feet tall with a slim build. If Ricky were to roll over him, he would literally be crushed.

Seriously fearing that his friend would break him with one roll, and being late for the first class Tom hatched a plan to pinch Ricky's thigh.

"Sorry for this buddy," Tom whispered before flicking his palm, only to be confused by how round and bulbous Ricky's thighs were.

"Shit." He immediately realized that he was actually grabbing the fox's lemon-sized balls.

"Oooh, baby...more," Ricky spoke while still asleep.

Then Tom felt a warm sensation travelling up his navel, it was Ricky's morning wood. Tom was getting flustered from the friction of their cocks rubbing against one another. His patience was running out and since being gentle wasn't getting him anywhere. Tom punched Ricky in the balls but was careful enough not to hit him too hard.

Ricky's painful howl was loud enough to awaken the whole dorm. Wincing in pain Ricky pulled away from Tom and covered his groin. "Bloody, F-word! Tiny you C-word!"

Tom laughed while running out to use the bathroom. Ricky was still like that cub fox he was playing with in the backyard. Whenever Ricky got mad he could never curse properly. As Tom was about to approach the ground level bathroom with his toiletries in one paw and towel in another, he accidentally bumped into someone's gut at the bathroom doorway. The recoil almost threw Tom backwards.

The other person was a humongous badger. He looked like he was seven feet tall as his hair was brushing against the doorframe. His frame was taut with arms covered with black fur but with noticeable bulging veiny biceps. His thick white barrel chest rivaled Ricky's and he hada smooth gut. His green towel was barely covering his groin.

"Oh, excuse me, didn't see you," the badger said. His deep bass voice sent shivers down Tom's spine.

Tom stood speechless as he watched the badger waddle slightly back to his room. "Huh, he looks like a skunk," Tom thought to himself, seeing the line of white fur running down from the badger's white Mohawk and down his back covered in black fur.

After a quick shower he returned to an empty room with thirty minutes before eight. He had an hour left before his Intro to Psych class began. After a quick brush of his head fur and checking his hoodie and jeans for any holes, Tom was ready to go.

Yet again when he opened the room door he ran smack into a wall of fur. Tom winced in pain and had to rub his snout. Ricky's wall of abs was much harder than the badger's gut. The fox was unfazed though, glaring down at him with an unimpressed expression. The two just exchanged stares for a few second before Tom spoke. "Err, are ya' going to move, Sparklehead?"

"Apology rub!" Ricky replied while crossing his arms.

Tom remembered what an apology rub was. Back when they were pups whenever one of them accidentally hurt the other they would rub the injured part of the other person till they felt better.

"Ok, ok." Tom rubbed Ricky's abs. "There, now be gone Gargantuan!" Tom referenced an episode of the Captain Green TV show.

"Not that. I want an apology rub for this morning," Ricky said as he pointed towards his groin.

"You're kidding right? I am not rubbing that." Tom pointed to Ricky's crotch hidden behind his towel.

"Apology! Rub!" Ricky repeated.

Tom tried to think of a way out but there was no way to convince his friend. Looking away, he slid his paw underneath the towel and started rubbing Ricky's balls. Despite his large and tough appearance Tom's touch made the fox moan deeply.

"This is getting pretty gay, and you're enjoying this too much," Tom said without turning back to look at Ricky.

"Mmm... what's the problem? I am gay," Ricky replied.

"What?" Tom stopped fondling to face Ricky. The fox's cock had risen to full mass, pointing directly at Tom. The head was bright red while the rest of the shaft was thick and veiny.

"Nothing. Now I gotta change. See ya' after class at the café I told you last night ok?" Ricky grabbed Tom by his left shoulder and was shoved out of the room.

"Wait, we need to talk about this. Hey, Sparklehead let me in!" Tom banged the door, but there was no response.

Suddenly a voice came from behind him. "Hey, quit it. Don't you know some people are trying to get some sleep?"

It was the badger now dressed in a loose white Captain Green T-shirt, and extremely baggy pants. The clothes hid his build too well; he looked fatter now than when he was coming out of the shower.Tom apologized but the badger just left with a huff.

In class, Tom sat at the back row with the badger from earlier morning, two seats away to his right. It was a small class with only twenty furs in total. The lecturer was late by fifteen minutes and only started teaching at nine thirty.

The professor was a snooty chubby polar bear wearing a black colored branded suit. He spoke with a monotone voice about how important this subject was.

Tom twiddled his pen in his paw and scanned the room for something more entertaining. The front rows were filled with younger looking furs: two cranes that were sitting too close to one another, a beaver in bright fluorescent pink clothes chewing on her pencil like it was food, and fifteen bunnies filling up the first and second rows. Tom wondered if all the bunnies were related and if everyone in front was fresh out of high school. They all had bright smooth furs like newborns. He sighed and was suddenly conscious about being twenty three and just starting his degree in Psychology.

His attention then turned to the badger. The big guy was busy taking notes but he had one black paw massaging his scalp. Tom guessed that the badger was struggling to make sense of the non-stop rambling of the professor. Before Tom could offer his help to the badger, the professor made an announcement.

"That's all for today. Don't forget about that ten-page-minimum report due by week five. Any topic will do. You'll need a partner for that too. And watch your grammar! You're in college now. You should know the difference between a comma and a period. Mistakes will be penalized."

Adjusting his glasses, the polar bear professor then grabbed his books and laptop and was out the door.

Tom instantly knew who he wanted. Before the badger could pack his things, the German Shepherd moved closer to him and asked, "Hey. You want to be partners?"

"Huh? Why are you asking me for?" he replied, dumbfounded.

"Well no offense, but there's nobody else in class. I saw the two cranes lock lips before they left, and the beaver just teamed up with one of the bunnies. Plus..." Tom then avoided looking at the badger directly. "Plus you're the only new person I met since this morning."

The badger scrunched his eyebrows and looked at Tom, thinking as if he was being set up for a prank. "Guess I don't have a choice. I'm Stan Beans."

Tom offered his paw for a handshake. "Tom Gooser."

Stan firmly shook Tom's paw which caused the slimmer German Shepherd to wince in pain while repeatedly uttering "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

The badger quickly released his grip and apologized for not being able to control his strength. Tom just laughed it off and decided the two should head to the coffee house inside the main campus to get to know one another.

Sadly, the venue was packed because of the lunch hour rush. The cafe had a simple interior; to the right was the cashier with their cake of the day on display, across it were two shelves filled with snow globes from various cities across the globe, and in-between were chairs and tables for the customers. There were students everywhere either talking with their friends or using the free Wi-Fi all by their lonesome.

At the entrance, Tom and Stan were unable to find a free table. Stan then said "Well doesn't look like we'll be getting a seat this lifetime. Why don't you come over to my room? I'll just get some stuff from the vending machine."

Tom shook his head in defiance at Stan. "No way man. I already binged on vending machine snacks yesterday night with Sparklehead."

"Who?" Stan asked, his face puzzled by the name Tom said.

"Oops! I meant Ricky my roommate." Tom smacked himself on the forehead for his blunder.

"Oh. The muscle head fox you were groping this morning." Stan crossed his arms with a smug look on his face.

Tom's fur stood on end like electricity coursing through every fiber of his fur. "Yo-You saw that?"

Stan chuckled and left Tom behind while telling Tom to meet him later when he was ready in the dorm. The embarrassed German Shepherd then squeezed through what felt like a forest full of students before reaching the line for the counter. As he looked at the menu over the counter he noticed a peculiar couple through the left corner of his eye. It was Ricky having a cup of coffee and sandwiches with the Great Dane from the main office. She was telling some kind of lively story judging from her erratic bodily movements. Then she sat on his lap rolled up his red tank top half way to expose his abs and was taking dozens of selfies with him. In between she snuck in a kiss on his cheek.

"Gay my ass," Tom thought to himself. When he finally reached the counter he made his order then left right after, completely ignoring his friend.

Tom knocked hard on Stan's room door. Thoughts of Ricky dating the Great Dane left a bitter taste in his mouth yet he didn't understand why. The door was opened by Stan, the badger now in his Captain Green boxer shorts and a gummy worm in his mouth.

His imposing stature still amazed Tom. Stan's girth was wide enough to block the entire doorframe. "Come on in," the badger said. Tom replied with a weak smile. The German Shepherd then gave Stan a sandwich and a cup of coffee.

"Hope you can take it black. I don't know how you have your coffee usually," said Tom.

"Food is food," Stan replied. He then sat on his bed and invited Tom over. The duo was sitting very close to one another which made Tom self-conscious of himself. Suddenly, Stan placed his thick, bulging right arm over Tom's shoulder while munching on the sandwich with his free paw.

"So... what's bothering you?" the badger asked between bites.

"Nothing. Nothing's bothering me. I'm fine. Just tired," Tom replied while scratching his chin. He looked around the room to find something, anything else to talk about. His suspicions were confirmed that Stan was a fan of Captain Green like him and Ricky, more so from the range of posters and Captain Green products that littered his room.

"You don't have a roommate?" Tom asked.

"Nah. A badger my size needs all the leg room I can get. Plus I ain't all that sociable." Stan got up, which caused the bed to creak loudly. The badger walked over to his duffle bag and pulled out a water bottle and tossed it to Tom.

"Drink this, a little something my Pa used to make. Always drank it when meeting new company."

Tom opened the cap and took a whiff. "Whoa, is that booze? We can't have alcoholic beverages in dorms man."

"Pff! Nobody needs to know. And you just need to take a small sip. Come on, lighten up a little," said Stan. The badger put his hand on his hips. Tom noticed that the badger flexed his pecs. Not wanting to disappoint his new friend Tom took a sip, and everything faded to black.

It was five minutes to eight in the evening, and Ricky got worried about what happened to Tom. He wanted to go out with him and talk more about his confession from earlier morning. His uneasiness distracted him from his extra dumbbell exercise in his room.

When the room door opened, Ricky dropped what he was doing. "You're back! Err..." Ricky was rendered speechless seeing Tom being carried in by a huge badger.

"Don't worry. The puppy is alright. He was more of a lightweight than I thought. Gave him something to drink and he went wild," the badger spoke as he placed Tom on the combined bed. "Tell Tom I'll see him later," the badger said before leaving.

Ricky was confused over what just happened but was more concerned with helping Tom. "Alright! Let's tuck you in." Ricky pulled Tom up by the shoulders when out of nowhere, Tom pulled Ricky in for a hug. Caught off guard, the heavier fox was pulled in the dog's embrace.

"Sparklehead, you're such a dick telling me you're gay then you went and dated that girl dog," Tom muttered without letting Ricky go.

"Date? Wait, you mean Kate? That wasn't a date! I really am gay," Ricky replied. The fox pushed himself away from Tom, but the smaller dog just went back to hugging him.

"No. If you're really gay you'll let me do gay stuff with you." Tom started to tug at Ricky's shorts.

"Stop it. You're drunk. Let go of my pants." Ricky tried pushing Tom away but the German Shepherd had a surprisingly strong grip on his shorts. With one strong shove, Tom ripped apart the shorts and exposed the fox's dick and balls. Without hesitation Tom dived in snout first and started kissing and licking Ricky's balls.

"Quit it!" Ricky pushed harder this time and Tom was forced back against the bed. The fox prepared himself for another struggle, but Tom remained silent on the bed. Ricky crept closer and saw that Tom was unconscious again. In his heart, Ricky was relived things didn't escalate further.

He then grabbed his pillow and slept on the floor that night.

To be continued....