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A click echoed through the small dorm room. Two furs, a sandy colored dingo named Sasha and a light brown otter named Adrian, laid in the middle of the floor. The dog's arms were wrapped around the smaller mammal and had his chest pressed to Adrian's back in the classic "spooning" position.

They laid there naked and calm as the faint glow of morning came in through the single window that hung on the wall.

Another fur had entered the room. The rat silently snickered at the couple on the floor. He could see the matted fur, stained shirt, and sweat pressed brows that indicated the previous night's endeavors for the two.

"Ahem," The rat tried to get the two to wake up but the most he got was a stir. Sasha was out and seemed to have no plans of letting go of the mustelid.

"Wake the fuck up!"

That definitely woke the two. Adrian went flying for the nearest article of clothing to cover up but Sasha was still too groggy to notice his nudity.

"Who are you?" Adrian was quick to question. He was still trying to remember most of what happened the night before and why he was still at the dingo's college.

Sasha, on the other hand, was trying to figure out the time. He was used to being woken up by the rat on weekends, but this time, his head was slightly throbbing and for some reason, he was on the floor.

"Oh shit!" The dingo flicked his head toward the otter who was still staring at the stranger in the room. Then, as if finally realizing, Sasha moved his paw down and cupped his private region.

"Who is he, Sasha?" Adrian flicked his eyes toward the canine before planting them right back on the rat.

"I'm his roommate," The rat spoke up while flashing his keys.

"Get out, Tyson. Let us get dressed." The dingo slowly got to his feet, as fast as he could with one paw shielding his nethers, and motioned toward the door with a nod of his muzzle.

With an "Alright, whatever," Tyson turned and retreated out of the door.

"I'm so sorry, I should have already been awake... I..." Sasha was at a loss for words. He felt bad for putting the otter in such an embarrassing situation.

"Heh, maybe nothing can be normal between us, eh?" Adrian joked. The otter gave a light-hearted smile before moving toward his clothes.

The otter quickly dressed into his tight jeans and gray shirt from the night before. Sasha watched as the muscles under the slick brown fur of the otter moved, making a familiar feeling warm his paw covered loins.

"Uhhhh," The sandy colored dog blushed and shook his head, pulling his eyes away. The dog turned his attention to the dresser that contained his clothes fast enough for the otter not to realize his staring.

Swiftly and without much hesitation the dog open a couple of drawers and produced an outfit of black basketball shorts and an old Rolling Stones shirt.

As he turned back to the otter, Sasha was disappointed to see Adrian completely dressed. The otter stood in the middle of the room, smiled, and awkwardly rubbed his right arm with his left paw.

"I guess this is goodbye..." Adrian said, his voice hollow and soft.

"I mean... It doesn't have to be?" The canine accidentally let his statement slip out as a question. The otter eyes looked away, making Sasha's ears lower against his skull. But, before he could let disappointment completely slip in, Adrian moved in close to the dog and planted a soft kiss on Sasha's lips.

The canine felt his tail wag as he shared the short moment with the smaller fur.

"Here, one second," The mustelid muttered. Adrian reached over to the desk and grabbed a sticky note and a pen. On the yellow slip, the otter neatly wrote out ten digits and signed it with his name.

The mustelid turned around and gave one last smile before sticking the note to Sasha's chest. He then turned toward the door and made his exit from the musky dorm room that now also smelled of his scent.

"Please visit again!" Sasha heard from the hallway before he saw the rat return into the room.

"Dude, high five!" Tyson held up his hand and presented it to the dog.

With a bit of reluctance, Sasha connected his paw with the other fur's with a quick slap. The dog beamed and couldn't help but smile.

"So how was he?" The rat asked.

"I'm not going to tell you because every time I try to talk to you about my... ahem... 'gay adventures' you get grossed out," The dingo pointedly answered.

Twice before had the dingo had an 'adventure' and on both occasions, his roommate had tried to pry too deep. Sasha knew the rat was only trying to be a good friend in the only way he knew how, but the rat grew up in a shielded household.

"It's ok. I wanna hear about your conquest," The rat spoke.

"First of all, he wasn't a conquest." Sasha jabbed. He hated when people objectified others. "Second, holy fuck his ass was so firm."

Sasha practically drooled at the thought of last night. He thought of how the otter's walls rippled around his flesh, how they squeezed and gave in, and they were slick but still dragged along his hard member.

"Okay, you were right. Let's stop now." The rat shook his head of the thoughts that protruded it.

"But I didn't even tell you about his face when he came. He scrunched it up in this cute way and his whiskers shi..."

"Fucking stop! That's gross." Tyson objected. But, the rat also laughed and lightly slapped the dog's shoulder. He knew that he should have listened to the dog.

It was a week later before Sasha got around to calling Adrian but he was headed home. The otter was about to fly out and had to turn off his phone, cutting the call short. So, Sasha sat in his dark dorm room alone. His roommate Tyson had once again left to watch football and wasn't planning on being back until tomorrow.

The dog let out a long sigh and laid back in his bed. He looked at the room to keep his mind occupied. His bed that was opposite of Tyson's was positioned in the corner. Tyson had chosen to go with a lofted bed that had their TV under it. In between the two were Sasha's dresser, Tyson's dresser, and the shared desk that sat in between the two.

Sasha sighed again. He swore that when he looked at the room all he could picture was that beautiful otter. His cute laugh, his gorgeous muscles, and his tight ass all flooded through the dog's mind and it had side effects.

The sweats that Sasha was wearing inevitably started to tent. The dingo's doghood thickened as his blood flow picked up.

The canine couldn't resist reaching down and groping his now stiff and well-engorged member. Sasha moaned as he thought of the otter's musk that the dog was almost certain still lingered in the dorm.

He grabbed himself again and then again but his mind started to wander to other ideas. He pictured the otter's six inches and how good the felt in his mouth, sliding along the inside of his cheeks.

Sasha gently pulled down his sweats and his briefs, the cool air quickly hitting his skin. He didn't waste time wrapping his paw around his hard maleness as well as dipping his other paw below his balls.

The canine slowly stroked his hot length as he very easily rubbed his middle finger around his sensitive pucker that usually stayed hidden under his tail.

Sasha was no stranger to ass play. The dog enjoyed having his turn with a throbbing cock up his rear but every person he'd met in college (all two) had been submissive, complete bottoms.

But, Adrian seemed like he was willing to participate on both ends and that excited Sasha in more ways than one.

Sasha traced his ringed flesh and lightly prodded the muscle. He knew he wasn't going to try any penetration without getting his lube first. And that he did. The sandy dog gave up with waiting and forced himself off his bed and over to the drawer where he kept his naughty things.

Just like during his night with Adrian, the canine reached into the back of the drawer and produced a small bottle of personal lubricant but he wasn't done. He sat the bottle on the desk and reached back in.

What he pulled back out was a black and pink dildo obviously shaped to look like a well-endowed canine that was about to cum. The pink shaft itself looked to be about six inches excluding the two-inch long knot. Underneath, the fictional canine sported two very large balls that were about the size of goose eggs. This silicone shaft was going to be Sasha's friend this evening.

The dog walked back over to his bed, lube and rod in paw, and bent himself over it. He flagged his tail and without much else popped open the bottle and squeezed out some of the liquid onto his fingers.

It was cold when Sasha brought his two fingers to his hole but his hot skin warmed the slick substance fast enough to make the initial discomfort forgotten. Sasha pushed against his hole with the two fingers and slowly but surely he was able to sink them in all the was to the knuckle.

"Take your time, Sasha," The canine said to himself.

The dingo let out a pleasured sigh. He loved the feeling of a hard substance under his tail.

He couldn't help but scissor his fingers and feel himself stretch out. The slick walls of his rear shifted and opened to accommodate the prying appendages.

"Damn..." Sasha mumbled. He could start to feel the numb pleasure that came with anal stimulation and he knew he was ready for the false canine rod.

He didn't waste any time with pulling out his fingers and grabbing the private instrument of pleasure. He once again opened his bottle, but this time, the liquid was squirted onto the pink silicone that made up the fake flesh.

"Well, no use in waiting around," Sasha stated before grabbing the dildo in a way that was suitable for shoving the piece into his waiting hole. The dingo positioned its tip in line with his ring of muscle and pushed.

With the help of the lube and Sasha's previous preparation, the thick pseudo cock penetrated the sandy dog's backside. Inch by inch the dildo sunk in further and Sasha could feel his insides stretch around the pink shaft, allowing it deeper.

Soon, the head found the little nub of pleasure that was hidden within Sasha's tail hole. The dog couldn't help but moan loudly into the soft comforter that covered his college bed.

Sasha pulled the thing back out of his hole just enough to drag the tip against his prostate again. The canine could feel his pre being milked out of his own length, being forced out of him from the thick rod being pushed into his ass.

Sasha was so pent up that he couldn't stop himself from forcing the thing into his deepest regions. The pleasure that came from the rod was clouding the canine's judgment and he no longer wanted to just take his time.

"Fuck me, Adrian!" Sasha moaned. He was picturing the otter thrusting into his guts, putting all of the otter's weight into the skinny canine.

The dog started to hump himself back into his own thrusts, grinding that fake knot into his hole. As he did, his own shaft was also dragging against the plush bed, creating a pleasing friction that was bringing Sasha to the edge.

"Fuck!" Sasha barked out. He pushed back against the dildo's fat bulbous flesh, almost forcing it into his hole. His own cock started to shoot his bed with the milky white cum of his orgasm.

"Mmph mmph mmph," echoed in the room as the dog came. His muscles clenched the fake maleness that was lodged deep within his walls.

"Damn it," the dog muttered as noticed the wet stains on his bed. He had let his lust get the best of him and let his mind get clouded with his traditionally unclean thoughts.

"I'm going to have to wash my sheets again," Sasha sighed. The dog relaxed his muscles and slowly started to pull out the thick fake cock that was still lodged within his depths. It left his hole with a loud slurp and the dog instantly clenched his loose rear.

"I need to see that otter again," Sasha sighed.