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Chapter 3

The next morning Tom woke up with a weak headache. It took all of his willpower just to pull himself up and sit on the end of the bed. He noticed that he was still wearing his clothes since yesterday afternoon and that there was a pillow on the floor. His memories of last night flooded in and he remembered what he tried to do to Ricky in his drunken state.

Holding his tail with both paws he said to himself, "Ugh...Ricky, I'm so sorry." The room door then swung open and Ricky entered, dressed in blue shorts and a grey T-shirt that was obviously too small for him, it barely covering his abs. He held a large cardboard box that,based from its logo,had a blender inside.

"Hey sleepyhead, you're finally awake." Ricky dropped the box on the floor and it landed with a loud thud. Tom was amazed to see how easily Ricky carried it.

"Ricky, I wanted to apolo-"

Ricky placed his thick left forefinger on Tom's lips to cut the German Shepherd off.

"It's ok. I know you were drunk. Get me a new pair of gym shorts and I'll call it even, ok Tiny?" Ricky said, winking. Tom felt a warm fuzzy feeling all over.

After Ricky moved his finger away, Tom said, "About your date..."

"Dude I keep telling you I'm gay. Kate is.... my beard, ok?" Ricky looked down at his feet, embarrassed to describe his relationship with the Great Dane.

"Beard? You're joking right?" Tom asked.

"No! She pretends to date me so I look straight. I know it sounds bad, but it's the only way I can keep my parents off my back. They'll be upset if they ever found out I'm gay." Ricky had a dejected look on his face as he confessed to Tom.

Tom didn't know what to say, and for two whole minutes they avoided eye contact, wondering what the other was thinking about. Finally, Tom took the fox's bright left paw and held it tightly. "It's ok, Sparklehead. I understand that you're going through some rough stuff. I'll be here for you no matter what happens."

"Thanks."

"Actually, since we met again I've been having doubts about my feelings too. I think I was jealous when I saw you with Kate. I'm not really sure..."

Ricky smiled warmly in return and spoke. "We'll figure it out together. I've been there before. Gay, straight, bi, whatever. I 'm just glad I have my best friend back, and I won't have to go through this mess alone."

"Ditto," Tom replied.

The duo stared into each other's' eyes, glad for the support they provided each other. Tom broke the silence by saying, "Wow, your paw is like twice the size of mine."With his left paw Tom started rubbing Ricky's thick forearm.

"Share a little of that loving with the guns, Tiny," Ricky teased as he pulled back his paw, got on his knees and flexed his left bicep up close to Tom's snout. "Feel it."

Excited, Tom stood up and started feeling Ricky's bulging bicep.To him, it felt like stroking a small hill. His right paw slid down and rubbed the equally large triceps. The hardness of Ricky's arm muscles was breath taking. Tom tried to squeeze his friend's arm back down but the rock solid arm refused to soften. A sly smirk was on Ricky's face as he watched his smaller roommate enjoying the results of his many years of working out.

Tom flinched when Ricky suddenly grabbed him by the hips, pulling him closer until his belly button was rubbing against Ricky's black nose. "Sparklehead?" Tom asked.

"Just enjoy it dude, feel my back," Ricky replied.

The German Shepherd ran his paws along the fox's back. Every deep groove sent shivers down his spine. Then he felt a pressure building up inside his pants. His own cock was hard and was longing for release. Sensing it, Ricky started to unzip the worshipping dog's zipper. Like a jack-in-the-box, a long and thick seven-inch boner sprang free. Before Tom could react Ricky grabbed the throbbing member and locked it between his pecs. Tom groaned in response.

"What... what was that?" Tom asked, panting heavily.

"A little pec service."

Ricky grabbed Tom's butt cheeks and slowly pulled him closer. Tom's warm pink member slid up between's the fox's meaty pecs. The sensation was amazing, like rubbing his cock between soft warm pillows.

"Ah, fuck yes," Tom said, his paws clinging tightly onto Ricky's wide shoulders.

The fox smirked. Every gasp and moan of his friend was music to his ears. Ricky then flexed his pecs, the two muscular globes pressing hard against one another to tightly squeeze Tom's dick.

The tightness of Ricky's muscles around Tom's dick drove the German Shepherd mad with lust. Tom threw his head back and let loose a deep howl. With his cock leaking a generous amount of pre along Ricky's pecs, Tom started wildly humping against the fox's pectorals. Tom's groans grew increasingly louder, his tongue rolling out to the side of his mouth. He could feel his balls go up; he was aching for release.

"I'm close... Gonna cum!" A wave of pleasure and heat spread throughout his body. He jerked forward several times with each shot. It felt like an eternity of pleasure for Tom. Calming down, he then collapsed on Ricky's body and hugged him tight, but suddenly realized that Ricky felt soft like a pillow.

With a loud snort, Tom woke up back in his bed while hugging a pillow. His groin felt cold and damp.

"Shit! What the hell?! I came in my jeans?!" Tom said.

The realization that everything he just experienced was a wet dream made him feel so shameful that his heart could drop. He got out of bed and pulled the cum-soaked pillow cover off. Still unsure if he was dreaming or not, Tom pinched himself hard on the cheek. The stabbing pain he felt gave him enough proof of where he was. His attention then turned to a note stuck on the room door with tape.

On the note it was written, "Tom, couldn't wake you up. Had to run to class and club sign-ups - Ricky"

"Ricky..." Tom whispered.

How he wished his drunken night was a dream, Tom had no excuse for what he did. A quick look at his phone revealed that it was already one in the afternoon. He had missed his morning class and it was just his second day on campus.

However, he was more determined to apologize to Ricky. Tom quickly changed into his plain green t-shirt and white shorts before heading out to the main campus. He ran as fast as he could, but years of avoiding P.E. class were finally taking its toll on him. By the time Tom made it to the ground level study area, he was drenched in sweat from head to toe and panting like he just ran a marathon.

At the double-glazed doorway that led into the study area stood a female bunny dressed in a kimono, an alligator in football gear, and a husky male panda in a wrestling singlet. The trio were calling out to whoever entered to join their respective clubs. Tom tried to smile in response to them but came off looking like a sick dog with his sweaty body and heavy breathing.

Tom saw that there were a dozen registration booths, six arranged on the left and six on the right, leaving the middle path open for all to commute. Looking at the droves of students flooding the study area made him feel slightly claustrophobic and more aware of his racing heart. His thoughts told him to get out of the room as soon as possible. Then a familiar voice called out to him from behind.

"Tom!"

Tom turned to see Stan in a baggy pair of jeans and a grey t-shirt with the words "Bad GRRS Get the Badger" written on it. "Oh hey! Surprised to see you here big guy," he said.

Stan crossed his thick meaty arms and replied, "Class just ended. How come you weren't there? Isn't English, like, compulsory for all freshmen?"

"Yeah, was kinda knocked out from last night." Tom scratched his head. He was beginning to regret skipping his shower.

"Well ya' didn't miss much. The professor was a cheetah girl fresh out of graduating Master's. Can you believe how freaking silly it is? She's the fastest species on the planet but she teaches slower than a snail."

Tom chuckled. "Well, can I at least borrow your notes?"

"Err... umm I dunno. You might not be able to understand them. I suck at taking notes." Stan's forehead furrowed and had a worried frown on his face.

"Oh, ok. No problems then. I'll ask anyone else who's in the class. Hopefully they'll help."

A pang of guilt hit Stan in the heart. "No wait. Umm... just come to my room tonight and I'll... show you what I got."

Tom jumped with joy and hugged the taller badger's smooth belly. "You're the best, man!"

Stan patted Tom in the back, but his mind was wondering more about what he was going to show Tom later. Stan looked down at his friend hanging on to his gut and asked, "Hey, you signed up for any of the clubs yourself?"

"Not yet. Actually I'm looking for Ricky. Don't know why I thought he would still be here though."

"You mean that meathead fox friend of yours? He's right behind me." Stan turned to the side to reveal Ricky in a light blue tracksuit. The fox suddenly took off his shirt and started flexing with the alligator at the door. Those just entering the study area were both stunned and gawking at the performance blocking their way, some cheering Ricky on to strip off more.

When he finally noticed Tom, the fox skipped over to him. "Hey, Tiny! Glad you could make it."

"Put on your shirt, you exhibitionist," Tom said with an unimpressed tone.

"Whoops!" While getting dressed, Ricky tapped Stan on the arm.

Stan's ears perked when he suddenly remembered what he was supposed to tell the German Shepherd. "Oh right. Foxy here and I talked in class about joining that Comics and Games club. I heard there were a couple Captain Green fans there too."

Tom's face beamed with happiness, his eyes sparkling. "Well come on! Let's go!" He then pushed his two friends forward to the booth. The Comics and Games club was the last booth in the hall, but the trio decided to take their time and to look at the other clubs along the way.

The football club stall was manned by a young male lion whose mane was still growing. He tried to get Ricky and even Stan to join, but neither was interested. Tom surveyed each booth seriously, yet his two massive friends were more interested in sharing their workout routines and occasionally flexing with one another. By the time they were near the Comics and Games booth the two were trying to prove each other's dominance.

"I bench press your weight for a warm up. Trust me foxy you can't beat me in arm wrestling," Stan said.

"Pfft! You're like, 50% fat. I got the upper hand here. You see this? This is pure muscle." Ricky flexed his right bicep to prove his point.

The German Shepherd rolled his eyes and wondered on how long the two of them were so close. Finally, when they reached the booth, the raccoon behind it yelped at the sight of the two looming figures. Ricky's attention was drawn to the various geek memorabilia littered on the booth; a Captain Green movie poster, action figures from old sci-fi films which even Tom didn't recognize, and several comic books of other superheroes.

"Er... if you're looking for the sports clubs they're over there." The male raccoon pointed to the booths the trio had passed, clutching his light blue t-shirt with a picture of an unknown mascot.

"No, we're in the right booth," Stan said.

The raccoon looked like he was about to piss himself just from hearing the badger's deep voice.

"W-Well, here are the registration forms. I'm Luke, the president." From under the booth the raccoon pulled out a clipboard with a registration form.

Stan signed first, and when the club president tried to shake his paw, Stan lifted him and pulled him into a bear hug, much to the raccoon's discomfort. Tom then took the opportunity to pull Ricky to the side.

"Hey, Sparklehead... about last night... I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was doing, and I have no excuse for it," Tom said, his ears drooping and tail tucked between his legs.

Ricky placed a paw on Tom's head and scratched it. Tom couldn't help but wag his tail a little in response, "I forgive ya' Tiny. Just promise you'll stay off the bottle for good."

Tom nodded. "Can I make it up to you in any way?"

"Well you can buy me and Badgy over there dinner tonight. Considering how you tore up half of the posters in his room last night." Ricky's sly grin was back again as if he was enjoying seeing Tom feel bad about himself.

"I did that? Aww man! Fine, let's just get this thing done. I'm starting to smell like your pits."

"Oh? And how would you know that?" Ricky nudged Tom and the two of them laughed heartily.

After they settled their registration and calmed down the nervous raccoon. They headed back for their night out in the town.

By 6 P.M. Tom and Ricky gathered outside the main office. The two of them wore simple black jeans and matching college hoodies. As they waited for their ride that Ricky arranged, Tom was concerned by the Stan's absence.

It wasn't until the car was visible from the horizon that Tom got a text from Stan. The badger couldn't come because he wasn't feeling well. Tom frowned. The excitement in his steps was sucked out by Stan's bad news.

Seeing his friend's gloomy expression, Ricky gave him a pat in the back and said, "Dude, don't worry. We'll bring Badgy something back."

Feeling reassured by the fox's words, Tom nodded and turned his attention back to the car that was slowing down to a stop in front of them. It was a metallic blue compact car. The window of the passenger seat wound down and Tom saw that it was the Great Dane from the registration day. She smiled warmly and called them in. A pang of jealousy stung Tom's heart. Clutching his fists, he entered the car.

Ricky looked at the rear view mirror and noticed Tom's mental absence as the German Shepherd stared outside the window. "Tiny, why so quiet? You want to stick your head out the window or something?"

Tom unconsciously wagged his tail at the thought of sticking his head of the window. "N-no! I'm just thinking about stuff... Your girlfriend is pretty..."

Ricky stared in disbelief for a second, his brain unable to process what Tom just said. Then he burst out laughing like a hyena. "Kate...Kate...Oh my... did you hear what he just said? I thought it was just the booze last night but he really thinks we're...haha... a couple."

Tom stared, mouth agape. From the driver's seat he heard Kate laughing as well. "Tom, we're cousins. I wouldn't date this meathead in a million years," she said, punching Ricky on the right shoulder.

"Gaaahhh! The Lady With Giant Paws got me! Tell my story Tom." Ricky pretended that his body was limp, his tongue sticking out.

"See, zero boyfriend potential. That and you know his love of the salami." Kate winked at Tom through the rear view mirror.

A wave of relief washed over Tom, but he was unsure why he even felt that way. Was he glad that Ricky was still gay and available? Did he want to be with Ricky? "Heh. You sure fooled me. You guys looked super close at the coffee shop."

Kate raised her brows. "Oh you saw that? Pssh! I was taking pics of Ricky to light a fire up my boyfriend's butt. His name's Bill, he started putting on the weight after he got his new position in a law firm. So, I figured if I teased him how fit my cousin can be, that will get him back on the treadmill. By the way Tom, what about you? You got someone special in your life yet?" She made a sharp right turn. They just entered the town area and were headed to the newly built mall, Blue Peaks, located at the town center.

Tom moved closer and placed his head between the spaces of the two front seats. He looked forward, not really concentrating at the scenery. Ricky was too engrossed with the game on his smartphone to listen to them.

"No not yet. Actually, I'm not sure who I want anymore. I've been... having feelings for a guy. I think... I'm not sure. I feel jealous whenever he's with someone else and this never happened before," Tom whispered.

The Great Dane smiled. "Looks like someone's discovering their little flame. I know a group. It's like a support group for LGBT students. We council them, and help them as best we can with their self-discovery. Maybe you might find your answers there. Wouldn't hurt since everything is confidential,"

"What are you guys whispering about over there?" Ricky asked, staring at them suspiciously. "Are you telling him about something embarrassing about me?"

"Yep!" Kate replied. "Once in middle school, he put a chocolate bar in his back pocket and forgot about it. Long story short, he sat down and was known as Popernator for the rest of the year."

Ricky yelled, trying to cover his blushing face. Tom and Kate laughed in response. Five minutes later, they arrived at the mall and had their meal in the food court. Kate texted Tom the address of the group they talked about, and was encouraged to bring others with him.

It was a pleasant dinner. By the time Tom and Ricky made it back to the entrance of their dorm, it was already eight.

"Hey, I'll catch up with you later Sparklehead. Got to ask Stan for his notes, plus you know this." Tom raised the plastic bag filled with packed noodles and a sports drink. Yawning, the fox gave a thumb's up and went to his room rubbing his increasingly heavy eyelids.

Stan's room was the first room to the left on the ground floor. "Hey, it's me," Tom said while knocking on the plain white door. There were sounds of paper ruffling and like the legs of a bed getting dragged across the floor. The door swung open and the badger's humongous frame appeared completely naked and dripping with sweat. Tom's eyes drifted down south to Stan's dangling soft member. The badger's balls were the size of tennis balls - their bulbous shape was so alluring to Tom.

A pair of meaty paws quickly descended to cover Stan's dangling jewels. "Whoa! My bad, man. The room was getting too hot, heh. Oh yeah, the notes. Come in."

The inside of Stan's room looked no different than before, except that the two Captain Green posters that were above his bed had been taken down. His duffle bag was sticking out of his bed with the bottle containing last night's booze besides it. It still looked full of the mysterious brown liquid.

"One sec. I got to arrange them. Kinda messy," Stan said.

"Whoa, butt!" Tom blurted out at the sight of Stan bending over and exposing his thick black bubble butt. The badger's tail was surprisingly short and resembled more of a pug's tail.

"Enjoying the view?" Stan shook his ass and flexed his glutes. The two mounds of flesh tightened and hardened. A wave of heat went all over Tom's body. He felt his groin growing tighter and warmer.

Stan then turned around, and stepped closer to Tom with the notes in hand while bouncing his meaty pecs. Tom had to look away and concentrate on the notes, fearing how Stan would react if he noticed the German Shepherd's growing erection.

When Tom moved his thumb over the words, the paper got smudged. Tom looked into Stan's bright brown eyes and a face of concern looked back at him. "These look fresh," Tom said to break the silence.

Stan replied with a heavy sigh. The badger sat on his bed, his shoulders drooping. "Yeah... I just wrote those from the textbook after I got back... I couldn't..." Stan brushed the fur on his head. "I couldn't follow the class, or any of the classes. I shouldn't have wasted your time..."

Tom dropped the notes and his plastic bag of food on the floor, and sat next to Stan. He placed his arm over his friend's shoulder while hugging the badger's right bicep. "Dude, no. You're not an idiot, ok? It's normal, dude. The lecturers aren't exactly helpful."

"No. It's always been like this. I can't...I just can't do it! Stuff in classes bore me or give me a headache. I wouldn't even be here if my dad didn't want this. Even...Even my teachers in high school said I should forget about college..." Stan was close to tears.

"Hey, hey, don't give up! You just started, and you don't have to do this on your own. Look, we can study together. I promise with a little effort, we both can make it through this." Tom held Stan even tighter.

"...I don't know. I'm pretty hard to teach, I only know how to lift things and break stuff."

"You can do this Stan. Give it a shot. I promise I won't abandon ya'. We'll take it slow and keep working on your studying."

Stan looked at Tom, and pulled the skinny German Shepherd close to his chest. Tom let out a soft "Oof!" as his snout was pressed against two meaty pillows. "You're too nice of a dog, you know that?"

"And you're a sweet badger under all that bulk." Tom pulled himself up until their snouts were just inches away from each other. His brain was telling him that he was too close, but something in him wanted more. He wanted to know what it felt like to kiss another guy - to be with someone of such stature and size.

"What... What should we do now?" Stan said, his cheeks turning red.

"I don't know," Tom replied, inching closer. "Ever kissed a guy before?"

"No. But I'm going to."

Stan placed his paw behind Tom's head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Tom rested his left paw on Stan's mighty chest. They played with each other's tongue, filling each other's maw. It was going to be a long night for both of them.

To be continued....

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