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My first time... I was painted white.

His scent is still on me, almost one week later, reminding me every time I inhale what I allowed him to do to me. How I let him use me.

As far as first times go, according to all measures, it was a nightmare. I was scared and uncomfortable. He was rough and predatory. But for some reason, I can't get it out of my mind. Something about the way that he left me, limp from exhaustion, physically sore and mentally numb, and so, so... wet. Wet with his juices.

My parents always told me, raising me as a good boy of the church, that I had to save myself for the right girl, and only after we married and devoted our lives to each other. And even then, there were so many things that I had to keep from her, things that not even she was supposed to have.

But I gave it all away to him that night. He didn't even have to ask.

Since then, I have begun to understand what a woman feels when she is in heat. I feel this itch in my belly that I need another man to help me scratch. I can't reach it myself, as much as I try.

It's taken over my life. Just yesterday, I felt it during class. That tingling sensation. The need to be stretched, to be filled. I made the mistake of thinking of him. My arousal had soaked through my pants, which I had to awkwardly hide as I stumbled home, skipping my next class.

I couldn't even make it all the way home. Every step I took was another toe-curling wave of pleasure, my soaked-through pants rubbing against me no matter how I adjusted myself. And then suddenly I found myself running behind a nearby building, peeling my arousal out of my pants just in time to unload, spraying all over the brick wall of the building.

Afterward, I rushed away, horrified at the mess that I left behind. But I think I treated that brick wall with more respect than he treated me.

As desperate as I am, no one will satisfy my urges. Everyone - my friends, my classmates, my professors - can still smell him on me, and they know what that means. I am a marked man. And that means that I am his territory. And that means that I am his to claim whenever he wants to. And it's only a matter of time until he does.

Only a woman in the deepest throws of heat would let a man mark her the way that Jason marked me. But he didn't just mark me. He painted me white.

***

I first met him during orientation week.

Wolfmount College. An incoming class of about 300 men and women filled the auditorium. It was Wednesday morning, and this was first of the day's activities. Above the stage projected the title: Alcohol and Sex Safety. The sight of those words brought a pleasant flurry of butterflies to my stomach. Alcohol and sex. Two things that my puritan upbringing kept me from experiencing. But now that I was on my own, I now faced the possibility of... well...

I was blushing as I sat down next to the rabbit and the rat who I had been sticking with since meeting them two days ago. I self-consciously ran my paws through the golden vulpine fur on my head as the rabbit was talking excitedly about something. But I was watching the stage intently as the panel, consisting of three upperclassmen, approached the microphones.

I found myself studying the middle speaker, a confident, well-dressed cat. He had white fur, except for a large black spot which surrounded his left eye. He had a slender frame, but his bare arms were well-defined and hinted at strength. The fit on his clothes was perfect, especially on his behind, which I found himself staring at when the cat turned to address another speaker.

My face started to heat up as I realized how attractive the cat was to me. I found myself turning to carnal thoughts, and instead of squashing them as I did for most of my life, for once I allowed them to flourish, crossing my legs to hide my growing arousal. I could sense the shame that my parents had drilled into me creep in, but it was more muted than before. Feeling pride in my success over the influence of my parents, I explored my feelings freely, undressing the cat with my eyes.

I bet he's quite athletic under there, I thought with a quiet giggle. I imagined the cat and I together, alone in his dorm room. But I wasn't sure where I wanted to go from there. I imagined seducing the cat, even helping him out of his buttoned-up shirt and pulling open his leather belt. But something felt wrong. I wasn't sure if it was the shame that I had been taught to feel, or if it was because I wanted our roles reversed. I can't tell if I want to fuck him or if I want him to fuck me.

As I thought that, I felt myself shiver in fear as that dirty word entered my mind. My fantasy had become far too specific, too wrong, too blasphemous. I rubbed my eyes in frustration. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Each time I thought that word, I felt my stomach drop, like the descent on a roller coaster, or realizing on the bus to my high school that I had left my lust-filled writings and drawings on my desk at home, and not under the floor-board at the foot of my bed. I pushed my paws deeper against my eyes, trying to distract myself with the resulting flood of colors and light as I imagined what would have happened to me if my parents had found that notebook.

When I felt the room stop spinning, I opened my eyes again and focused them intently on the black-spotted creature. I clenched my fists and brought back to mind that fantasy, my paws pulling out the cat's belt and letting it drop to the floor, a giddy, nervous energy building up between us that we can only communicate through giggling. Fuck you shame, I'm not listening to you. Then the cat leaned down for a kiss, which caused my arousal to twitch in surprise. I wasn't sure how to imagine the kiss. Should it be wet? Soft? Is there supposed to be tongue? But one thing that I couldn't mistake was the feeling at the back of my head as the imaginary cat reached his paw back and caressed it. I could actually feel the back of my head tingling as I sat in that auditorium.

Then my heart picked up to an even higher level as that tingle became more firm, and I fell to my knees, guided towards the cat's open fly, which framed the striped briefs within, and an unmistakable wet spot. I felt my paws wrap around the elastic and slowly pull it away. But all of a sudden, I was back in the auditorium.

It took me a moment to process that the cat was making eye contact.

I immediately looked away, my heart fluttering. I was staring right at him, wasn't I? What face was I making?

I carefully glanced back and saw that the cat was looking elsewhere, at the speaker to his left. But then the cat turned again and his deep green eyes came back into view. Oh no he's looking at me again. My eyes again retreated, studying the patterns on the walls, looking at audience members, anything but him. But when I returned back to the stage, I saw that the cat was still studying me.

I forced myself to make eye contact, my heart beating, as the cat looked intently up at me. What is he thinking? From then until the end of the session, I found myself being studied by the cat whenever the cat had a break from talking.

To my relief and disappointment, the speakers departed, replaced by three other speakers to lead the "sex safety" segment. At the end of the presentation, they handed condoms out to the audience, which I grabbed a couple of, along with a mini bottle of lube.

***

I blinked several times. This must be a dream, I thought, as Jason stood before me, opening up his pants. He wore a tight pair of striped briefs, which clearly showed a growing bulge beneath. But within a moment the trunks were removed as well. The barbed cock grew, inches from my face, as I knelt in front on my knees. This isn't real. But it was. I only needed to remember back to earlier that day...

***

The faculty-student social. What would normally have been a boring affair. But not for me.

I had been spending about an hour meeting various faculty and snacking on hors d'oeuvres, and found that they all treated me quite warmly.

"Ah, you're a first-year, aren't you." The lion, a youthful man wearing a simple buttoned-up shirt and jeans, turned to me. "You're taking Calculus this semester, yes? Ah, that's great, it's going to be a good class." He put his paw on my shoulder and squeezed warmly. Then he moved on, giving my two friends a friendly smile.

Ignored, Alex, the rabbit, ground his teeth and headed back to the punch table for seconds. The rat was busy biting into a chicken leg.

I scanned the room. Wow, I know so many of these people, now I thought. Then I saw something that made my heart stop.

Over in the corner, stood the cat. The one with the big black spot over his left eye.

"Shit."

I looked away. My heart was pounding.

"What's up with you?" asked Alex, returning with his drink. Following my gaze, he let out an "ah". "You sure are into him, aren't you?"

I nodded, looking at the floor.

"You want me to ask him out for you?"

"Wha... wha... uh... umm..." I stammered.

"Ok fine, ask him yourself" Alex waved me off, heading back to the snack table.

"Wait!"

Alex turned around.

"Ask him please?"

Alex rolled his eyes, but followed the gesture with a smile, and headed towards the cat.

There's no way that he's interested in me. He's probably not even gay. I'm just going to embarrass myself. This is so stupid.

And then he was there. In front of me.

Without interrupting his gaze, the cat extended his paw.

"Hello there. My name is Jason."

I reached out and shook it.

"My name is... uh... Paul" I responded, almost forgetting my own name for a second.

There, before me, is the man I've been daydreaming about for days. He's so polite, so suave, so handsome.

Our shake ended, but the cat did not let go.

"Hi Paul. You're cute."

My ears flattened, and I blushed, feeling the cat's warm paw firmly grasping my own.

"Thanks..." I muttered.

The cat frowned. "Nothing for me?"

"Uh... You're hot." I responded awkwardly.

Jason grinned.

"You have a tight little ass that I would love to stick my face in."

Hearing those words, I let out a quiet squeak.

The image that I had constructed of Jason in my mind, turned to dust in an instant. The image of a cat who would giggle along with me as we undressed together. Who would stroke my fur and kiss me lightly on the lips. Who would certainly not say something like this during a student-faculty social. But that, for some reason, only excited me.

I was starting to sweat. Not once did Jason break his piercing gaze, except to blink.

"Cute little muzzle too. It would look even better wrapped around my fat cock."

With my free paw, I pulled at my collar, trying to take a breath.

"You want to see it?"

It took me a moment to register what was being asked. "Wh... what?"

"You want to see my cock?"

Jason waited patiently as I fought to catch my breath, feeling my pulse slow to a more steady rhythm. "Yeah" I finally responded, breathless, eying the men's restroom. But I found myself being pushed the other way, to a corner of the room, where the crowd was more sparse.

Jason grinned.

"Act natural."

For a second, that did not compute. Act natural? Huh?

Then I saw that Jason had unbuckled his own belt, and was unbuttoning his fly. "F..f..f...fuck" I stammered, as I watched Jason unzip himself, only a couple meters from my future classmates and professors, which the cat thankfully had his back turned to.

"I said act natural" Jason warned, pulling open his pants, taking care that no one else could see. I tried my best to adopt a neutral expression as I eyed the striped briefs beneath. Then I tried my hardest to maintain that expression when Jason looped his thumbs under the elastic and pulled the front of his briefs down, allowing his penis to spill out into the open air.

"Touch it."

I reached out my paw, tentatively at first, then cupped Jason's furry balls. They felt weighty and soft. Then I brought my paw up higher and wrapped it around the shaft, which was starting to harden in my hand. It was thick, and heavy, and barbed. My paw felt small next to it.

"It's... it's..."

"... only half-way erect" Jason said, showing his teeth.

A group of professors had formed immediately behind Jason, but were so engaged in an argument they were having about the new dean that they luckily didn't notice our activities.

"Stroke it."

With a trembling paw, I stroked up and down, exploring the barbs and feeling him harden further. Jason shut his eyes and sighed as I continued to stroke, feeling it twitch in response to each movement. I rubbed the head lightly, watching Jason's knees shake in response. Then my paw became wet as a small stream of precum leaked from the tip. Completely engrossed, I continued to stroke, my paw gliding against the lubricated shaft while Jason let out dangerously conspicuous gasps. Jason continued to twitch in my paw and then my paw was even more wet.

"Ok, we should stop" Jason groaned.

I reluctantly pulled away my soaked paw.

"Do you want to continue this later?"

I felt myself nod.

"Alright. Me too. Zip me up, will you?"

I reached down and tucked him back into his briefs. Then I zipped him up and buttoned him, and re-buckled the belt as Jason watched.

"Let's meet at the afterparty."

Then he took my wet paw and brought it upward to my own muzzle, which I opened to accept. The taste of Jason's precum flooded my senses, while only a meter away my calculus professor and several others argued college politics.

Finally, Jason walked away, hands in his pockets to try to hide his erection, and I headed to the restroom to wash my paw, savoring the aftertaste.

***

When we reconnected only a few hours later at the unofficial student afterparty, Jason didn't waste a second.

In the auditorium, I had imagined the two of us exchanging giggles as we explored our bodies. But the commanding way that Jason was holding my shoulder, pushing me down the hallway and into one of the bedrooms, told me that things were not going to go as I imagined. Something had not felt quite right before, but now my knees felt weak in anticipation. What is he going to do with me? But I knew that I would let Jason do whatever he wished. I sensed danger in the air, and something predatory and unpredictable about Jason. But that made me even more excited.

Because I knew that if my religious fears came back and I chickened out at any point, Jason might not take no for an answer. It was all in Jason's paws now.

Everything went so quickly.

A moment later, barbs were scraping my lips as they were dragged back and forth against them. I gagged deeply as my mouth was invaded again and again, aided by a firm pressure at the back of my head. My head was pushed forward, until my muzzle was buried into the cat's fur, causing me to choke. Thick saliva exploded from my nostrils, burning my sinuses and making my eyes water. Jason's paws controlled the movement and orientation of my head completely, causing me to whine submissively. But I couldn't prevent myself from pushing my paws against Jason's hips, trying to assert some control. Which was a mostly futile act.

It was painful, and scary. And Jason clearly didn't notice, or didn't care. But despite my suffering, I couldn't feel any of the shame I expected that I would feel. It's hard to when your throat is being violated so... violently.

And the open door, leading out into the hallway, which were were in front of, barely registered any more. I had been concerned about the door, which Jason left open, our activities prompting surprised double-takes from the rare passerby. "So what if somebody walks by? If you bring it up again, I'll move us out into the hallway." And then I couldn't respond, because my mouth was occupied.

I felt myself raised up, and then I fell backwards onto the bed. Jason stood in front of me. The cat pushed me onto my back and rubbed the fur on my belly, which expanded and contracted as I took deep breaths. The cat's paws lowered until they were at my fly, unzipping me and pulling off my pants. Underneath were my briefs, covered in wet spots all over. I let out my breath suddenly when I sensed the cat feel me underneath the fabric, moaning when the paw wrapped itself around my growing erection. Then I felt my knees pushed up to my chest, and my butt lifted off the bed so that the cat can pull off my underwear.

The cat continued to tease me with a single paw, stroking my cock just enough to cause me to go into a fit, squirming under his grasp, panting, leaking enough precum to cover the cat's paw. But the cat would not let me get too close, loosening when he felt my cock start to spasm. I felt myself turn to putty in the cat's paw.

Then a flash, and a fake shutter sound.

The cat was pointing his phone at me, as I lay on my back, legs spread open, precum pooling under my cock.

"Wh... Wha?"

"I gotta show you how worked-up you are right now. It's driving me nuts."

Jason leaned over, showing me the picture. I blushed and let out a shuddering breath at the sight of myself in such a compromising position. Holy fuck... look at me...

"You don't mind if I keep it, right?" Jason asked, tossing his phone to the side.

I groaned, collapsing back onto the bed. A moment passed as I agonized over the question. I felt weak, vulnerable. Submissive.

"Just... just fuck me."

"That I can do."

Jason disappeared from the room for a second and came back with a bottle of lube in one paw, the other paw rubbing his slick cock. Then he tossed the bottle to the side and grabbed my thighs, pulling me roughly until my rear hung over the edge of the bed. I felt Jason's lubed-up cock rub against my hole, and then a pressure. Jason let out a moan and I squeaked, as my hole opened up and accepted the barbed member. "Fuck... fuck!" I groaned loudly, forgetting about the open door. Jason pushed in slowly, giving me a chance to accept it, but my tight, inexperienced hole made each inch seem to take forever.

"C... Condom" I sputtered, suddenly remembering, and suddenly aware of the direct physical contact.

"Fuck, I'm already half-way in you" Jason groaned. I could feel Jason's heartbeat through his cock as he stood there thinking. "I don't think I have any with me" he said.

"In my back pocket" I said urgently.

Jason peered down at me, unmoving, his cock still half-buried in my ass. Seconds passed, as the gears turned in Jason's head. I searched Jason's face. What is he thinking? As the seconds passed, I took in everything. I felt Jason's paws on my thighs, and I felt the barbs pressed up against my ring. Then Jason's expression darkened, and his grip on my thighs tightened suddenly. There was an animal behind those eyes. Oh fuck... is he...?

But then Jason slowly pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and desperate to be filled again.

Jason searched the room for a few moments until he found my jeans, and produced a pair of condoms, thrusting them into my paws.

"Here, show me what you learned this morning."

Then I chose one, leaving the other on the bed next to me. I checked it's expiration date. Then I delicately tore it open, removing the latex condom. I pinched the tip and placed the open end onto Jason's cock, and slowly rolled it over the barbs, until it ended about two inches from the base of his cock.

"Shit. It's too short."

"God dammit" Jason cursed, causing me to flinch at the religious explicative. "It will have to do" he decided.

A few moments later and a few more applications of lube, and my aching hole was being filled again. Jason, making sure not to enter too deeply, slowly loosened me up until he was able to fuck me at a good pace, and my head lolled over to the side, tongue out.

This is amazing. I would do anything to keep feeling this.

Just as things were starting to feel really good, I felt Jason pull out once again.

"It broke."

Frustrated, Jason pulled off the defective material, throwing it off to the side, onto the floor of the anonymous homeowner's bedroom. He was panting, and red-faced with pleasure and desire. "Fuck I was really enjoying that."

I craned my head to the side, looking for the other condom. Where did it go? Jason wiped the sweat from his forehead, and grasped his throbbing cock in his other paw. He positioned it at my hole, waiting for me to find the condom as I looked around for it.

"Fuck I. I gotta... I gotta..."

And then, as I searched the surrounding bedsheets for the condom, I felt Jason rub against my hole urgently, up and down, smearing it all over with his precum. Fuck where did it go? Jason, growling with impatience, found himself unable to resist, allowing the head of his cock to enter, more and more at each pass. I sensing the urgency, and searched the nearby covers more desperately. Then I found my knees pressed up against my chest and felt the head penetrate my ass once again. And then an inch of his barbed shaft. And then another inch, spreading open my bare ass further around him.

"Found it!"

Triumphantly, I produced the condom, extending it out towards Jason.

I felt Jason's paw on mine, but instead of removing the condom, he closed my paw around it.

"You don't mind holding on to that, do you?"

I let out a shuddering breath. Fuck. I clenched his teeth. But even as I thought, I felt myself be peneterated further, the tickle of barbs passing through my stretched ring. And I felt the trickle of Jason's precum dripping down my crack, dribbling out of my hole.

"Do it."

Jason grinned. "Fuck yeah." I fell back, looking at the ceiling, for a moment unable to breathe.

"Are you going to cum on me?" There was a hint of fear in my voice.

Jason considered for a moment, focused on the intense pleasure of my ass around his bare cock. "We'll see" he decided, teeth clenched.

And so he fucked. At first, I let out loud, pained yelps whenever Jason thrust too deeply. But after a while, the pain faded, and soon enough, Jason's balls were slapping my ass roughly, and I was yipping in pleasure.

It felt strange at times, feeling my insides rearranged slightly as he spread me open, feeling weird pressures I never felt before, and seeing my belly distend slightly every time he thrust.

He pulled out every now and again, rubbing his cock through my asscheeks, against the lube, precum, and sweat that collected so that he could re-enter me with renewed, lubricated vigor. He never had to go retrieve the bottle of lube, our natural fluids coating my hole and his cock sufficiently. Each thrust was accompanied by a loud squelch, and his balls, slick with dripping juices, slapped against my matted fur all the louder.

"Here's something fun you can't do with a condom," Jason said suddenly, pulling out. My arms were grabbed and I was pulled upward and onto the floor, on my knees again. In front of my face was Jason's slick cock, smelling so strongly of musk it made my eyes water. A paw was placed on the back of my head again, and I found my muzzle guided toward the cock. I couldn't help but pull back, turning my head away to avoid it.

"Don't worry, it's clean."

But I found myself resisting anyway, turning my head this way and that, eyes widening and nostrils flaring in a visceral response to the intense aroma and knowledge of where it had been. But Jason's grasp was firm. Finally I relented, and tentatively opened my mouth to accept it. The taste wasn't unpleasant, but given my strong sense of taste and smell, it was my tongue's equivalent of jumping into a cold pool. I immediately spit it out, tears dripping from my eyes as the taste invaded my sinuses, like that one time I tried wasabi.

He fought with me for a second, trying to get me to open up my muzzle for him. I wanted to, but my instincts had taken over, balking. He managed to smear his cock against my muzzle as we struggled, covering my face in our fluids. He persisted, and eventually I opened up to accept him again. He thrust in immediately so that I didn't have the opportunity to spit it back out. I was too tired to gag, and was only able to manage a weak, submissive, muffled whimper as he used my throat like a cock sleeve.

"Damn, no one has let me do that before."

Then I was on my back again, knees up to my chest, the bed creaking under me rhythmically and Jason looming over me with a look of manic glee.

At some point, I had cum all over myself, covering my belly and chest with the sticky fluid. My cock hung limply, dancing up and down as Jason vigorously thrust into me.

Then suddenly the fucking stopped, and Jason hopped onto the bed, feet on either side of my chest. I felt my head pulled up roughly, and I closed my eyes and opened up my muzzle to accept Jason's cock once more, this time determined to push through the taste.

But I never felt the cock enter my muzzle. Opening my eyes, I saw Jason stroking himself, and suddenly I felt like I was staring down the barrel of a gun. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!

I felt myself shy away automatically, but Jason held my head in place as he gasped, and stroked himself vigorously.

Fuck... he's gonna...

Suddenly I felt something wet hit me on the cheek. Immediately after came the intense, manly smell of Jason's cum. A half-second later, something struck me right above the eye, which I closed instinctively as it covered my eyelid. Another wet, heavy spurt hit me in the muzzle, and another slightly below my other eye, barely missing it. I felt Jason's paws pull open my muzzle as another stream hit me in the nostrils.

Then suddenly my throat was being fucked violently once again, as Jason rode out the last of his orgasm. Jason thrust in deeply, causing my stomach to heave. A thick mixture of saliva and cum exploded out of my mouth, between my lips and Jason's cock. Jason held his cock there, his cock pulsing in my mouth endlessly, until finally Jason let me go, allowing an obscene amount of the thick white substance to gush out of my mouth, pouring down my chin onto my chest and belly.

"God damn... look at you. I painted you white."

I sat up on the edge of the bed, the movement disturbing various pools of semen, which ran down my cheek, down my chin, down my chest.

Another flash, and another fake shutter sound.

There I was, slouching slightly from exertion, face and chest covered Jason's load. Another load, my own, dripped down from my belly to pool around my flaccid cock and balls.

"This is going on Snapchat, man."

I reached up and rubbed my eyes clear of cum, smearing it all over, until I could safely open my eyes. Jason was standing there, stroking his half-erect barbed cock in one paw, typing something on his phone with his other paw.

The smell of Jason all over me was intoxicating. I opened my mouth to speak, but that caused the cum on my muzzle to slide down into my mouth and back onto my tongue. The taste immediately overpowered all of my other senses, and for a long moment I was consumed by it, even after I swallowed. It was intense, manly, salty.

What was I going to say again?

Then Jason was before me again. I reached out, hoping for a towel to wipe my face. But instead I was being pushed back onto the bed, face down, and Jason was climbing back on top of me. And I moaned in surprise when I was entered once again.

Jason fucked me once more, roughly grinding my cum-covered face into the sheets, muffling my loud moans. I was loose from before, but sensitive, and worn out. It was almost too much to take.

Jesus. Fuck.

I tried to swear, but found that my mouth was full of bed sheets, biting down as Jason ravished me. Instead, I let out a series of pathetic muffled whines, which sounded almost like the squeaking of the bedsprings underneath us.

I heard heavy breathing at my left ear. Jason had his face buried in my neck, breathing irregularly and labored. Jason's right paw held the back of my head tightly, his left arm wrapped tightly around my chest.

Despite my fatigue, I squirmed underneath Jason's weight, trying to position my body to lessen the intense feelings of Jason's barbs scraping along my sore, sensitive prostate. But Jason pounded away mercilessly, grunting and swearing in my ear. Finally, the pounding and grunting and swearing reached a climax, and I cried out when Jason thrust in deeply, cock pulsing in my ass.

After his orgasm died down, Jason pulled out, spraying my back with the last of his ejaculation and I felt Jason's seed spill out, down my balls and thighs.

"Wow. That was great." Jason panted heavily as wiped himself on the back of my head, the only dry spot he could find. Then he dressed himself and left the room, leaving me laying there, trying to gather some strength to pull myself up.

After a few moments, I managed to sit up at the edge of the bed, licking my lips as rivelets of cum ran down my face.

"Oh, there you are... Holy shit!"

Alex was in the doorway.

"Are you ok?"

I nodded weakly as Alex helped me off the bed, careful not to get anything on his good clothes.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

He led me out into the hallway, and I hesitated.

"The bathroom's off the main room."

"But... what about..."

"They're all drunk, they won't remember anything in the morning. We all saw Jason's Snapchat anyway."

"Ah fuck..." I cursed, rubbing my forehead as I followed Alex down the hallway.

I had hoped that we could slip by unnoticed in the revelry, until I saw several people do a double take, and heard a gasp.

"Just ignore them" Alex said urgently, pushing me through.

I fixed his eyes to the floor as we walked through the crowd, and tried to forget that I was naked and covered in cum. Tried to ignore all of the hooting, gasping, guffawing.

"You're not going to leave me hanging are you?"

I looked up and saw a doberman raising his paw towards me. I high-fived him and walked quickly past, my tunnel vision leading me to the bathroom, to safety.

"Ah gross he got some on me!" Behind him, people were cackling, when we reached the bathroom door.

But the door was locked. Inside, I heard the shower running, and Jason humming a merry tune. I felt myself die inside.

Thinking quickly, Alex ushered me out the front door and out to the back lawn, where he found a garden hose.

I knelt down in the grass and Alex turned on the hose, aiming it at my cum-covered chest and belly. Weakening the stream first, he aimed at my face and rinsed away all of the fluids.

I looked up, my eyes watering. "Thank you Alex. You're a great friend."

"Yeah yeah" Alex said dismissively. "The party was getting boring anyway." He instructed me to get on his hands and knees, and rinsed the rest of the semen that had dripped from my ass onto my balls and thighs. "Just help me get my dick wet next time, ok?"

He continued to rinse me off, but my fur was matted all over and looked weird, and Jason's smell was stronger than ever on me.

But it was all for naught anyway. Because minutes later, Jason strolled out, and Alex threw up his paws in frustration as Jason took me once again, right there. When he was done with me, leaving me naked and exposed in some stranger's back lawn, lying in the grass, too exhausted to get up, I was painted white yet again.