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Even though the gent's was still not compete, it was already looking extremely neat and shiny - a sign the university was finally in the right direction towards proper modernisation. I was met with my twin standing in one of the shiny new mirrors installed just above the twin sinks as I stood in the door. The walls were a light cream marble and there was the smell of saw dust in the air. I looked to my right and saw that one of the three stall door was off its hinges and an electric saw lay next to it. From what I could make out of the situation, it was an inch or so too high. I chuckled to myself - so much for the proper modernisation. As I closed the door behind me, I heard a satisfying click.

The hunky Rotty was sitting on the sink, leaning against the mirror so that it looked as if there were two of him, like there had been two of me. As far as I was concerned, one of him was already a good bargain and there he was, holding my gaze in an intense manner as I walked slowly towards him. He looked serious, and I felt a chill run down my spine. For all I knew his intentions could have been devious. If that turned out to be the case I would have been trapped in this isolated section of the library with a very strong-looking beast of a guy. You did hear stories after all. No help would come if it was needed, yet its seclusion was the very reason I myself had proposed this place. This piece of irony was not lost upon me either.

I hopped onto the surface of the sink area and sat in a position similar to that of the Rottweiler. My tongue ran lightly over my lips in a somewhat nervous gesture as I looked at the canine a few inches away from me. I didn't know how to deal with the situation, so I grabbed the bull by the horns.

"That was one mean kiss. I never thought you'd go for guys though", I said. Least of all me, I added in my mind. I didn't want to voice that in case the Rotty had a change of heart.

He gave me a smile which was a bit of a grin, and then he turned his head to look at the closed door. It seemed like he was thinking of the right way to word what he wanted to say, and when he found it: "I believe in keeping my options open. When I saw you staring at me again today I thought, what the hell." His voice sent a thrill down my spine: rough and husky, it sounded just how the men in my fantasies always sound. The Rotty shifted his weight to rest against the wall so that now he was facing me.

"Oh. And there I was, thinking I'd been subtle! Guess I - Wait, ‘again?' You mean this wasn't the first time?"

My mind recalled some of the other episodes involving the canine. While I can't help but keep looking at the cute guys I happen across, I always pay attention to be discreet; I had no desire to get into trouble. We live on a small island with a somewhat traditional mentality, so I didn't want to go upsetting people. That the Rotty had noticed me staring at him before could have ended in a much less pleasant scenario, which I did not want to contemplate.

"Yes, again," he said, grinning at me. "Today decided it for me, but I'd seen you around before - you're often with that Mark guy, aren't you? I know most of the guys in the Engineering Faculty, and I know Mark's part of it, but I'm sure you're not. So it was strange seeing you there without your pal so often. You frequently stopped to look at the notice board when I went by." He smiled at me with a knowing glint in his eyes.

I felt my cheeks warm up and was uncomfortable for a minute. The Rottweiler was enjoying himself, obviously amused by my realization of such an obvious mistake. I had to hand it to him, though, not everyone would have been as sharp as this. I admired this in him, even if it had been at my expense in a way. It was all part of that intensity of his.

"It didn't bother you? I mean... I guess it can get annoying to have someone act like that around you". I could have kicked myself for saying something like that, but it had spilled out from my lips before I was able to stop it.

The canine brought his arms to rest on his knees and lowered his head. I heard a soft chuckle and he looked back at me. "It was kind of flattering actually. Besides, I'd been looking at you, too, so I guess we're even." He shrugged and chuckled again.

I felt a sensation in the pit of my stomach similar to the one I had felt when the Rotty's lips had closed on my own. I was blown away by a feeling of incredulity. For a few moments I was confused and my mouth moved silently. "You... like me?"

"Would I have kissed you and would I be here if I didn't?"

A moment of silence, then: "... Good point."

I gulped and crossed my arms to my chest in a somewhat reassuring gesture while I contemplated the enormity of what had just been said. I felt my cheeks flush even more if that was possible, but as I looked at the attractive canine the warmth in my face took on a different nature. I looked at the way his jeans hugged his package and his thighs. It hit me that I was actually there, in that small room with him, and he had just said he liked me. We had kissed even. I ran my tongue over my lips as if to make sure they had really kissed the handsome hunk in front of me. They had, and if given the opportunity they could be doing more than kiss him. I hopped off the marble surface and walked towards him, and then I grabbed his ankles, one in each hand. I turned him around, so that I could walk in between his legs. All the while I kept eye contact with him and him with me.

"You have gorgeous eyes, you know that?" said his seductive voice.

"So I'm told. Got them from my mother's side."

My eyes are a strange kind of haze: a shade which is not very common amongst ursines. They tend to lighten into a nice green when I'm feeling particularly strong emotions, and being with the handsome canine definitely qualified under said strong emotions. Considering the situation, the Rotty must have been enjoying an especially nice view.

The look he was giving me could have melted butter, but for the moment, the only one doing the melting was me. There was such an unbridled passion behind those orbs that I found myself breathless, having forgotten to carry on breathing. I closed my eyes and drew in for another kiss, almost as if hypnotized, and in a way I was. The familiar stranger had me in his spell, and while I had fantasized about him many times over the months, I still couldn't believe the intimacy we were sharing. As our tongues met and started their mutual exploration, I let my paws roam cautiously over the hot canine's body, careful for any movement that would signal his displeasure. I felt the sculpted back under his shirt and traced each delicious curve longingly. He gave no hint of annoyance, but rather, he had taken the liberty to feel me up in return. I had never imagined I could get so intimate so quickly with a stranger, and yet this felt so right. The sensation of his firm grip as he squeezed my back was heavenly and I could feel tingles of pleasure course through me like electricity.

I opened my eyes and stared at him. My gaze faltered for a moment as I raced my paws up his calves, to his thighs and then to his side. Seeing that I had not been stopped, I dug each paw underneath the bottom of his shirt, feeling warm and slightly moist fur underneath my palms. He drew me closer to him and did the same so I grew courageous and grabbed a fistful of his T-shirt on either side of him, then began to move my arms upwards ...

The Rotty rested his back against the shining white marble wall. I placed a paw to his exposed chest for support, buried my face into his short fur and crouched as slowly, as sensuously as I could. I let my muzzle trail down his abs, over his navel and finally reached the first traces of pubic hair peeking out of the top of his underwear, itself peeking from underneath his jeans. I placed both paws at his hips and begun to nuzzle his crotch longingly. I nibbled at his package softly through the resilient material of his jeans, turned on immensely by his strong contours and the delicious body heat.

When I couldn't restrain myself further, I placed my trembling right paw over the zipper and cupped his abundance. He pushed his hips forward, caressing himself against me with evident desire. The gorgeous canine looked down at me, his mischievous grin fading away. His expression was difficult to read, but doubtlessly it had to be similar to my own ad we both shared in hunger and lust for each other.

He nodded his head almost imperceptibly, urging me to do what I was dying to do anyway. I undid his button and then took the golden zipper of his jeans between my clawed thumb and forefinger. I pulled it down and as each rounded tooth was set loose; my breath grew more rugged as my heart beat faster.

I parted the opening of the rough blue material, and there it was. The elastic band of his boxers was tightly clinging to him, allowing me a clear picture of what was underneath, and awaiting just me. My breath caught and for a moment I hesitated. This was just so incredible for me. I had had my share of males, and some of them were right there in my personal definition of super hot. There was no denying that I have had great luck in the sex department, but there, in the unfinished restrooms of my university, I was about to get unexpectedly intimate with the object of my very keen interest. Excuse me while I rub it into your faces before I do in mine.

My mouth was dry so I gulped and felt saliva working up as I slid the dog's pants down his built thighs, dropping them around his ankles. My paws ran up and down his exposed legs in a gesture of sweetness that had found its way amidst all the lust running through me and out towards him. I lingered over his shapely calves and buried my muzzle into him once more.

His muscles under my paws and my face nudging against his growing bulge were more than either of us could handle. He pulled an inch from me and yanked down his boxers. I'd really wanted to do that myself but he gave me no time to protest: he placed his right paw at the back of my head and pushed my face into his crotch. I hadn't even had a good look at him and already I felt his semi-hard cock against my lips. He wriggled his hips slowly just once and he found my open mouth. He slid into my maw, warm and soft for the merest second because the moment he felt his tip make contact with my tongue I felt him grow harder.

I would like to say that I maintained my composure and proceeded to give the cool-looking kind of blowjob porn stars do, but all attempts at calm thought were shattered as my lust overtook me completely. All of a sudden, the world was simplified, reduced to two things: the taste of his cock pervading through my mouth and his musky scent invading my nostrils. I closed my lips around him, aptly avoiding hurting him with my fangs and then started to suck him in dead earnest. I felt him push my head deeper into him as he felt the suction around his flesh. I placed my tongue around the base of his cock and slid it inside his piss slit. Rotating movements coaxed more of his hard cock out, and I could feel the room in my mouth vanish as his growth filled it up.

In what had to be less than a minute - but I am sure you will understand my shoddy recollection of time at this point - he was up to his full length and I was gagging. Now bears have rather deep maws as far as they go, but even without any special efforts on my part, the Rotty's tip was already tickling my tonsils.

The canine must have felt it because he had fallen still. His paws were resting on my shoulders when I felt him inch slowly forwards in little jerks. He was pushing himself into my mouth, feeling the tightness around his boner which reached its peak when he could push no more. I was still trying to adjust to him, so I was still unable to control my gag reflex. Only one of my partners had ever gone in so deep, and he was a horse. I'd been a few years younger then, and it was thanks to him, Paul, that I learned to control myself. It had been a casual relationship, but a very rich one for me. It was time to show the Rotty something I'd learnt back then.

I closed my eyes and pulled away. The Rotty was obviously reluctant to let me go as I felt his paws tense around the back of my neck and I heard him make a sound of disappointment halfway between a grunt and a moan. If I pulled this off, I would soon be changing his mood. I inhaled calmly and set to work, diving back in and bobbing my head up and down on him, stimulating his hard on more intensely than before. His paws relaxed and he started to writhe slowly as he ran his fingers through my hair. Many people always say that the key to good sex was to listen to your partner's body and I had found it to be true enough, especially the first time with someone. So far, the canine's body was humming a little tune that told me that it liked what I was doing. Encouraged, I prepared for the next stage.

I relaxed my mouth and immediately felt the dog's huge member was easier to handle. My paws carefully let go of his hips, which I had been holding onto for balance. With my mouth still at his crotch, albeit now sucking more gently, I raised my right paw to the Rotty's chest and tentatively grabbed at his nipple. I squeezed it softly and 'listened' for a reaction. When there seemed to be none, I took a risk and squeezed harder, adding a flick of my wrist which resulted in a round movement.

Bingo. His cock lurched inside of my mouth and he actually moaned an "Oh yeah". I carried on with my frantic sucking, coupling it with tugging and pinching movements to his nipples after setting my free hand to work as well. Straight guys may love playing with girls' breasts, but I never underestimate the power of nipple play on a guy.

I decided to surprise him at the peak of his excitement. When I felt he couldn't get any harder and he was incapable of resisting bucking his hips, I braced my paws against the back of his thighs, just below his ass. Taking a deep breath through my nostrils, taking in fresh air and a strong waft of his intimate aroma, I plunged forwards. The tip of his cock crashed into the back of my mouth, cramming my tonsils against its roof. It was painful, there's no other way to describe it. And at least for the moment, it was not enjoyable for me. However, I knew from past experience that this manoeuvre could very well take things to the next level. I was lucky because if his body had been humming before, it was now singing. He couldn't suppress little "Oh's" of intense pleasure and this heartened me.

I detached myself from the sexual arousal I felt - or at least I tried to as much as I could. It was far from easy but as I got better at it I felt the strain on my jaws lessen. My gag reflex had also subsided, but it was more difficult to control. I was sorely out of practice, with literal emphasis on "sorely". But I did it. I forced my throat to take him further in. The deeper his cock slid inside of me, the tighter my flesh constricted around him and the louder his moans and gasps.

My gulp of air ran out, so I retreated very slowly. For me this was actually the hard part, because it's the sudden relief that almost brings me undone. I breathed in again and dove right down before my throat closed up. It was easier the second time round, so I could enjoy the taste of him. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, feeling the velvety smoothness of him occasionally interrupted by a throbbing vein. I carried on for a few more minutes, eventually gaining as much pleasure from it as he did. However, my pleasure was of a different nature. Sure, it was a cock like I'd never had before, and false modesty aside, I had never given better head in my whole life. I had made Paul cry with pride, right after making him cum gallons. But for me, the essence of my joy was feeling in control over the Rotty because I was pleasuring him.

His paws gripped so tightly over my shoulders, he was bending over me, thrusting his hip forward to try and get in deeper. I knew I was pushing him to his limits. I felt his ball sac retreating upwards and tasted copious amounts of his pre, which belied traces of cum even as my throat's protective mucus dulled everything else. So I slowed down, and his excitement came down a notch. I would then bring him back up. In my mind it was as if I were the moon, dictating the ebb and flow of the vast ocean that was the amazing Rotty's lust.

As much as I wanted to make him shoot in my mouth and then just suck every last drop of his seed, I still hoped he would like to go further. It was time to tease him a bit.

My pants were tight against my own erection and the discomfort was limiting me. I straightened myself up and there was that disappointed sound again. I smiled to myself. One thing I had learned on my own was that you never gave up all your goods all at once. Even though the Rotty's lust for me and mine for him were scorching hot, I knew I could push him further. Such an unexpected golden opportunity was not something I wanted to waste. I let a grin play on my muzzle and gave him a look which I intended to say "You haven't seen anything yet" and then I started pulling off my shirt. He was eating me up with his eyes and I loved it. When the shirt went over my head and off my body, I balled it up and threw it at him. He had good reflexes and caught it as it went past his head an inch to his left. Now it was my turn to have a good hard look at him. He was naked but for the shoes on his paws and the jeans and boxers around his ankles; a more tempting sight could not have existed.

I turned my back to him and then brought my arms forward, bunched my paws in a double fist away from my body, then lifted them up in a yawn-like motion. This was meant to help me relax my neck and shoulder muscles, because I would soon be putting them to the test. Still facing away from him, I breathed in, preparing myself as I caught the button of my jeans between my fingers and undid it. As I did so, I took some steps backwards until the canine was so close to me that I could feel his panting breath on my neck. Goosebumps covered my skin, making my fur fluff up slightly. I moved back even further and our bodies made contact. His chest came to my shoulders, his nipples turgid as they dug into my fur and his erection dipped into the seat of my pants.

His arms wrapped around me from behind and he tightened his embrace. The heat coming off him would have been enough to send me over the edge if I allowed it to, but there was much more I wanted to do with this miraculous impromptu mate. So I got to it, or rather, I would have had he not anticipated me. With his left arm still secured over my barrel chest, he dropped his right one to the front of my jeans. He grabbed my crotch, accidentally squeezing my balls, but I transformed the gasp of pain into one of pleasure. Sometimes with me there was little to separate the two. His other paw was no less eager and he squeezed my chest, occasionally pinching my nipples and generally ruffling my soft fur with his erratic movements. And to think he had been so self-disciplined at first ... I grinned, proud of myself, as he bit softly into my neck.

Finally, he did it: he slid down my zipper and placed both paws inside my jeans. He cupped the front first, and then glided his paws towards the back, grabbing my rump. The pants slid downwards of their own accord and then the Rotty helped them along. I pushed one shoe against the heel of the other and soon they, along with my jeans, were kicked next to the canine's pile of clothes. He wasted no time into getting my briefs past my butt, but left my front covered. He strained to lean in for a kiss and I craned my neck to meet him. As before, when our lips met it was electric, only this time there were added perks. His hard cock was prodding the lower part of my belly while his fingers were doing their own prodding at the back.

He had lifted my stubby tail and started trailing his middle digit along the soft, puckered area beneath it, until suddenly he swooped inwards. The thickness of his finger as it pressed against my hole sent my heart racing. He wanted me as much as I wanted him and now all restrictions had been dissolved. I rewarded his enterprise by thrusting my hips backwards, showing him my eagerness towards his advances. I'd be lying to myself if I said I hadn't thought about doing him, because from the first moment I had laid eyes on him I knew I wanted to lay something else, mainly him. He had been the stuff of many a lonely fantasy, but now was a tangible reality. Very tangible indeed as his finger parted the outer ring of my anus, sending me into a long "Ahhh!" of mindless pleasure.

By that point he was in to his knuckle. He took his time and left his finger inside me, but then he wriggled it around my tight passage. I threw my arms out and held against the marble wall, steadying myself as I felt light shudders course through the lower half of my body. All of a sudden, the tables were turned and I was at his mercy - not that I was about to complain. In fact, the canine was trying to breathe regularly but the slight rasp betrayed his excitement. I kept wondering to myself why he wouldn't just let himself go. It seemed to me that he did not want to allow himself to lose any measure of control, yet there we both were, naked together in our university's unfinished bathrooms with him sticking a finger up my ass, and doing a damn good job of it.

I withdrew my body, causing his digit to leave my passage. He tried to resist but I was quicker. I positioned myself with my back against his chest. The sleek fur over his chiselled chest felt heavenly, its softness teasing me as it didn't quite cover the mounds of muscle. I wanted him to take me, and had gotten to the point where need had transformed into something deeper, and as he trembled against me I realised that this time we were on a level playing field. All plays for power were abandoned and we were no more than two animals in heat.

His strong muscular arms were suddenly clasped around my chest and he pulled me with him so that we fell backwards. The pile of discarded clothing softened his fall as he swerved his body so that half of mine landed on him. I was quite touched by something so thoughtful, and my mind filed it for future appreciation even in the midst of my rampant lust. Before I could say anything, his paws were all over me. Removing the last item of clothing off me, he jerked my underwear down my legs, and then he sniffed them before throwing them towards the corner as if he were casting a basketball towards a hoop. I was mesmerized by the way his arm muscles moved underneath the glistening short black fur. Something about the tan markings contrasting with the near velvety darkness of his fur was absolutely poetic to me. Light and dark, side by side, and all the more beautiful for it. The difference of one exalted the qualities of the other.

I had been hard for so long, but now my cock had sprung into the open. The Rottweiler's eyes lit up when he turned his attention to it. Considering my species, I am not all that hung, but bear cock is always bear cock. I'm a good ten inches in length and five in circumference. My ball sac hangs loosely and is quite plump, a bit more than what I am comfortable with, to be honest. This was emphasized when the sexy canine tried to cup them in his paw and failed.

"Sweet heavens ... I never saw balls this big," he said as he played with them.

Underneath my fur I was blushing again. A few other men had said that sort of thing to me and I'm sure all of the others had certainly thought it. In a way it made me feel special. At least the Rotty was impressed with something I had to offer and that gave me more of an ego boost. After all, being in intimate company with such a hot dish required all the confidence I could muster.

He had just grabbed my cock in his fist when I got up. He had a look of curiosity on his face as he upturned it to look at me. The burly canine licked his lips and eyed my erection. I hadn't really expected him to want to suck cock, but I was never very good at judging people so I just gave it to him.

It would be a lie to say that I wasn't a bit scared as my cock slipped into his maw, flanked rather tightly at both sides by his sharp, shiny white fangs. His head jerked slightly to one side and another as he tried to accommodate my girth. When the first few inches of my boner were lodged in the doggy's mouth I felt his tongue encircle it in one leisurely movement. My whole body lurched forwards, sending a couple more inches of my flesh into him, a bit too suddenly. He gasped but recovered heroically. I made a mental note to take it easier on him when a thought occurred to me. I leaned down and spoke softly.

"Have you ever sucked a guy before?"

He looked up to me and smiled gently. "Just a few times, and he was not like this big. I couldn't resist not having you."

I blushed but had no time to reply because his right paw was around my girth again, his soft pads feeling heavenly against my erection. Soon, he was kissing it, and I liked that. His show of tenderness ignited me and the sweeter he was, the lustier I found myself becoming. We were like the marks on his fur, whereby one was light tan and the other was black, helping us keep an exciting balance.

"You're so good at it ... Mmmm ..." At that moment I wanted to be a feline so I could purr my head off. Instead, there was a low growling in my chest and it had to make do because the moment he took me back in his mouth was heavenly. His maw was warm and moist, and it made my knees buckle. I had to lay my paws on his shoulders and stop him.

"Was I doing it wrong?" he asked me as I crashed softly to my knees. I was trembling. I shook my head and just barely managed to say, "No. Too good"

His lips spread over my cock as I felt him grin. Without warning, he dove down on me and his muzzle was at my crotch because he had taken me all inside of him. I heard him gag a little, but he stayed there and hilted my cock inside his throat. His tongue was not about to stay still and it was curling around my girth as best as it could. I'd heard that feline tongues can be very rough, but I can now testify that a dog's is smooth and warm - very enjoyably so. I was thrashing around so much that I didn't realize that my paw was at the back of his head until much later, when I felt him retreat his head backwards so he could get up.

He looked me square in the eyes and squeezed at his hard cock as he told me, "Get down on the floor. I'm just getting started with you."