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Paul woke with a soft moan, it had been a very busy and intense night. For a moment he just lay still, trying to remember it all, everything he had done. His bull roommate, Ryan, had made a lot of boasts about his sexual prowess from the moment they met. The previous evening he had proved that those boasts were not hollow, there were in fact extremely solid. At one point the mouse could remember cumming without touching himself, just from the sheer power of the bovine rutting him with such passion and skill.

The mouse had spent many years wondering what it would be like when he finally, properly, lost his cherry. The night before had been a feral affair so far removed from the sweet moment of exploration he had imagined that it was hard to believe. Yet, the soreness of his abused ass left him in no doubts about the accuracy of his memory. It had been a night far beyond his greatest expectations and made his wildest dreams seem like tame pre-teen fantasies by comparison.

He rolled over in his bed, feeling his buttocks sliding over one another as something slick oozed out and lubricated them. He'd asked the bull to go in bare and Ryan had complied. It would be the last time he let the bull go in unsheathed. The promiscuous bovine always played safe, but with so many other playmates Paul knew he had to feel safe.

"Hey, good morning," a cheery and familiar voice announced from the door. It was Ryan, he looked fresh as a daisy as if he had slept soundly all night and not spent it rutting the little grey mouse until his balls had shrunk to the size of raisins. He had a small paper tray with two coffee cups wedged safely inside, and a paper bag in his hand. "I figured after a night like that, my roomy and now live in fuck-buddy, deserved a bit of breakfast... "the bull paused and looked at his watch. "Brunch, in bed."

Blushing deeply Paul sat up in bed, "t..thanks, for brunch and for last night."

With a shrug of his shoulders, the bull plonked himself down on Paul's bed, "no thanks needed, in case you didn't notice I had a lot of fun last night too. Hope I wasn't too rough on you. It being your first time and all." As he spoke the bull pushed a coffee into the mouse's paw and opened the bag to reveal two bacon and cheese toasted paninis.

Ryan's words just served to make Paul blush, even more, the pinkness showing on his ears and a little through his cheeks. "Not at all it was... amazing."

"Well I did tell you I was a stud," the bull grinned broadly and then winked. "I'm no liar."

"I will never doubt you again... not that I doubted you in the first place," Paul replied and took a sip of the coffee.

The bull plonked himself down on his bed and took a bite out of his own breakfast sandwich. "So what are you up to today? I got a meet and greet with the coach and the team this morning. Then gym and maybe afterwards see if I can find someone to hook up with."

"Not sure, my classes don't start properly until next week. So I might take a walk into town. This afternoon I... "Paul froze as he remembered his plans for the afternoon. "I'm meeting someone for coffee. Sort of, a date I think."

"This with tall, white and chunky?" Ryan asked, a knowing smile on his face. Paul just nodded and the bull smirk widened, "I knew he was up for a little man meat. Just didn't realise the emphasis was on the little part."

Paul flushed deeply, he knew he was short and he had to admit he found the size, of both Ryan and Simon, intimidating, yet appealing too. "I dunno, it might not even be a date. He's new here and might just..."

"Hey! Stop that, it's a date. Don't go spoiling it with negative thinking." Ryan barked out the first word making Paul jump. However, his tone softened quickly and he could see the bull was trying to help. "Coffee is the new dinner and a movie. First date... or so I hear. I don't date."

"Yeah, you told me," the mouse replied, his mind slipping off his own troubles for a moment. "You've never tried it before?"

Just for a heartbeat, the smile on Ryan's face fell a little and the confident look in those shining eyes faded. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, "naw, not for me. Too many sexy guys and girls out there. Why settle down. Hell, I'm eighteen it is way too early to go looking for Mr or Mrs Right. Maybe when I'm like thirty or something. Fuck, I don't even know where I'm going to be after college, might make even make it full professional. Or I could end up blowing a knee, or back or just not be good enough. Life is way too uncertain right now to start dating."

The mouse sat silently and sipped his coffee, feeling slightly awkward. "Well, I dunno. I have some friends and they seem to really like being together."

"And that's great, for you and for them. If it is what you want, go for it." Ryan's smile suddenly was back to full dirty charm mode, he leaned closer and said. "And if you ever want another taste of beef, you know you can always ask. Bring the tall, white, bear if you want. I'd love to spend some time with him too. Or, I mean if he don't put out and you want another taste, I'm always here... roomie. Last night was pretty fun, after all, a live-in fuck-buddy arrangement could be good for us both."

Words seemed to dry up on Paul's tongue, to match the sudden dryness in his mouth. He had never thought about that kind of casual relationship, yet the night before had been fun. Would it really matter if it was just fun? A lot of Ryan's arguments held true for him too. In a few years, there was no knowing where he'd be. However, he never got a chance to reply, Ryan's phone suddenly started beeping.

"Oh damn, that's my alarm. I got to go." Ryan jumped up, tossing the empty sandwich packet into the rooms small bin. He opened the door and pause, turning to Paul he said, "have fun on your date. Just look at it this way, whatever happens, you will have someone sexy and fun to come back to. So you may as well just go for it There is nothing to lose, cause I already took yer cherry."

"Actually..." Paul started but the bull closed the door and had left before he could get his words out, "I'd done stuff before you." Ok so by stuff he'd sucked one friend, who was straight. It still counted. Not that the empty room gave a fuck if he'd done one guy or a thousand.

Although the room might not care, his ass was definitely giving him a few throbbing reminders of what he let the bull do to him just a few hours earlier. His nose was joining in, he could smell a mixture of mouse and bull sweat, and more, in his fur. He placed his coffee and half-eaten breakfast down on his desk and grabbed his cleaning stuff. This time he remembered his towel.

The shower was mercifully free when he got there, he bolted the door and was naked under some warm water a few seconds later. The hot water refreshing and waking him. In his mind, he ran through everything he had done the night before. He'd let Ryan take him, no protection. Fuck, he'd actually asked the bull to do that. It had felt so different to how he thought it would, painfully, pleasurable and passionate. Yet, there was definitely something different. It had been real, so very, very real.

His ass confirmed just how real it was when his fingers reached back to clean. A raw pucker stung as he touched it gingerly, a light poke and something slick spilt onto his fingers. AIt was a mixture of cum and lube, it washed away from his fingers in seconds. Biting his lips he soaped up his paw again. The mouse winced a little as his fingers pushed into his sore ring of muscle, he tried to go slow. However, he still had to muffle a whimper of pain.

Paul gasped as he felt more liquid dribbling out of his ass, for a moment he thought it was the shower. Yet, he realised the blast was hitting his chest and the warm flow was down the back of his leg. How much had he held inside him? All night too. Paul wasn't sure, felt like a pint, but was probably much less. Though some species really produced spunk in insane volumes. The flow ended quickly and with a sigh of relief, his pulled his fingers from his own ass.

Turning off the water he scrubbed his fur until it was merely damp. Then he looked in the mirror, a young grey mouse looked out at him. It was him, yet somehow it wasn't. This was a mouse who'd sucked off his roommate, been fucked until he came without touching himself. Paul knew if he went back in time and told himself what would happen he'd have never believed it. Not just because time travel is a highly unlikely possibility. Though Paul had incorrectly thought mathematically far more likely than a geeky guy like him scoring a big beefy jock stud.

His fingers combed through his messy fur and he smiled. He had done it though, he'd scored and he'd got a date. All he'd had to do was try. He looked at himself and for a tiny moment he saw someone who was not just a math geek, he was a man someone found attractive. The spell was broken almost instantly by a loud knock on the door, "come on, some of us have classes to get to!" An annoyed female voice called out.

The timid mouse returned instantly, "sorry! I'll be out in a sec." He called out, as he put his glasses on. Paul dressed as quickly as he could and tried not to meet the angry gaze of a female cheetah who was waiting to shower. He muttered another apology and beat a retreat back to his and Ryan's room.

He finished brushing his fur in the safety of his room. His now cold breakfast of coffee and panini were consumed. Then, with no real plan in his mind other than go out, he went out. The campus was still quite busy, plenty of students were rushing back and forth. Paul was glad to have a few hours with nothing to do. One look at his timetable for the rest of the year told him to make the most of this lazy week. Once it was over he would be in classes all day most days.

Paul wandered slowly from university building to building. Trying to remember which of them he would have classes in. Then he found the coffee shop he and Simon were going to get coffee in. It was around lunchtime so he decided to stop there for something to eat. He could check out the menu, figure out what he might want to order later. Though he reassured himself, he was just there because it was convenient. This wasn't him preparing, he was confident Paul now. Confident Paul didn't need to go to places to prepare for social interactions.

He ordered an ice-coffee and a muffin. Paul wasn't really that hungry after the sandwich Ryan had gotten him for breakfast. Then he chose a seat by the window and looked out. Not for the first time he missed his friends from high school. He'd had a few texts from them, but none yet that day. He sent a few out, asking how people where. However, his only reply was the sound of the barista making another latte for the next customer.

As he stared at his phone, he noticed the message he'd gotten from Dan. It seemed like a lifetime ago, but it had only been one day since he walked in on the collie getting railed by Ryan. The dog had asked him not to tell anyone what he saw. Paul wondered about sending a message, just seeing how the dog was doing. They had never been friends, but Dan was a familiar face and, as he sat there alone, that suddenly seemed really important.

He dismissed any doubts, telling himself he was confident Paul, college student Paul. Confident Paul can text a guy hello without worrying he would get bullied for it later. His fingers typed out a simple, "hey, what's up?" message and hit send. Then he let out the deep breath he had been holding onto and sat back.

Silence was the deafening reply. His phone sat it his paw mocking him by refusing to beep and show a new text message. Paul tried to tell himself it was ok, everyone was busy. It was a purely random chance he had gotten a free day. His friends were probably in class or something, same for Dan. Or maybe they were in the gym. They could just be laying around doing nothing and couldn't be bothered to respond to their ex-friend, Paul.

"You're really early." The voice behind him shattered all his little self-doubts and made him jump so hard he almost fell out of his chair. A huge paw on his back stopped that from happening. "Sorry, didn't mean to surprise ya." It was Simon, the polar bear he was supposed to be having coffee with at three.

Paul managed an embarrassed smile, "my fault. I was just lost in my own little world." The bear was towering over him, wearing just a light blue tank top and some brown Khaki shorts. He also had a latte in his paw.

The bear gave an understanding smile, "is this seat taken?"

"No... no, not at all. It's very much available," the mouse said eagerly as his heart began to race a little. Questions filled his mind as the bear sat down. Was this going to count as their date? He hadn't had time to get home and change, plus he'd definitely planned on paying for the food and drink. Would they have a drink now and have a second date in a couple of hours? Can you have two dates with the same guy on the same day? If so, what do you do on a second date? Should he change for it? Simon now knew what he was wearing so if he dressed up for the date the bear would notice. Would it be a bad thing if Simon knew he dressed up to go out for coffee with him?

"So, you been up to much this morning?" The bear asked as he glanced around the shop. Paul wondered if the bear was feeling nervous too. Or maybe if he was just worried about being seen with such a geeky guy. Confident Paul had abandoned him and was sitting in the corner hiding his head in his paws.

"Nothing really, no classes today. I just had a walk around campus and that was it." Paul replied as he worried with each word that he sounded like the lame, friendless rodent he felt like.

"Me too," the bear replied and took a sip of his coffee. They sat there in silence for a few seconds and Simon reached up to scratch his head. "I actually thought I should have said meet you at like one or something, but I thought you might be busy."

"Nope, no classes and besides you and my roommate, I only know one other guy on campus and we never really ever talked." The mouse admitted, hoping that he didn't seem like the friendless loser he felt like.

"That's two more than me. I don't have a roommate, got lucky and there is just me in my room. Nobody here from my school. At least, not that I've seen." Simon leant closer and muttered. "I kinda like that though. I mean if they were here, I'd be hanging with them. They are nice, don't get me wrong, but... I never really fit in."

"I know that feeling," the mouse said. "I don't think I ever really fit in. I had my friends who... knew the real me. But only a couple."

"That's nice though. I mean having friends who know the real you." the bear replied, and Paul picked up a slight longing in his tone. Simon was a football player, he knew that much. A jock in high school, one who questioned his own sexuality.

Paul had seen the groups of alpha males hanging out. There were all loudmouths and insults, even to each other. Jokes at each other's expense were how they interacted. It probably didn't feel that good a place to be for a guy who realises he was looking more at the other guys than the girls. "So, where are you from? I meant to ask yesterday."

"Oh, Montrose, in Colorado. How about yourself?" The bear asked and Paul noticed he wasn't looking directly at him.

"Rochester, New York," Paul replied with a shrug and a smile. "It's kinda nice out there, got the lakes and everything."

"So you sail?" Simon asked glancing at the mouse and then looking away again.

"No, sailing is a skill. What I do is fall in the water... a lot," that got Simon to laugh out loud. The bear flushed a little and the mouse saw him glance around. "Are you ok?"

Simon gulped and gave a shrug, "honestly... a little nervous. Sorry, I just... it's not like..."

"First date with a guy and you keep wondering who might see us?" Paul asked though he was surprised at himself for being so blunt. Maybe confident Paul was no longer cowering in the corner.

"That obvious, huh?"

"Just to me, to everyone else here we are just two friends having coffee," Paul replied putting as much reassurance as he could into his voice.

"Sorry, I just... my parents are kinda... conservative and they wouldn't approve."The bear took a sip from his latte and Paul noticed a slight tremble in his paws. It was weird to see such a huge beast worried about anything.

"Well, look it's just coffee. Doesn't have to be anything more than two friends talking, not if you are uncomfortable about it." The mouse said, once again trying to put as much of confident paul into his voice to reassure the poor bear. It was strange to Paul though. Of all the people in the world he feared, and in high school that had been a lot, his parents were people he had never worried about.

"What... what if I want it to be more than just coffee?" Simon asked, his eyes once more darting around the room. It was as if the bear was sure someone would be watching, waiting and with his parent's phone number on speed dial. The previous day he had seemed so confident. Of course, that had just been two guys talking, working out. This was two guys... getting coffee. Ok not exactly the fun days of Sodom and Gomorrah, but enough to make every observer a potential ejector seat from the closet.

"Then I'd be a very, very happy mouse," Paul replied and he knew that answer came from confident Paul because it was sweet, strong and also just a bit more flirty than regular Paul.

It also gained a smile and a flush from Simon, who took another sip from his coffee. "Look, I... could we go back to my room? Sorry, I just think it might be easier for me in private. Is that ok?"

"Of course. Wherever you feel comfortable," Paul replied and then as the two of them stood up he added. "Besides, getting into your date's bedroom is a sign of a date going really well." He'd meant it as a joke, but Paul knew it was badly misjudged when the bear almost dropped his coffee and glanced around the place to see if anyone could possibly have overheard. That hadn't been confident Paul, that had been confident Paul trying to be Ryan. "sorry, just a joke."

Simon didn't say anything, though Paul could see he looked embarrassed. The two of them left and started to walk towards the dorm building that Simon was boarded in. On the way, they passed a bunch of guys scrubbing graffiti off a wall. They were being watched by a much smaller group of students who kept laughing and shouting out things like 'you missed a bit pledge'.

"You thinking of joining a fraternity?" The mouse asked as they walked past the scene. He had no intention of it, definitely not his style. Though a part of him did wistfully wonder what it would like to be on the inside of a clique for once.

"My dad said I should, but I dunno. I got a good dorm room and I kinda like being by myself, you know? I spend so much time training, or at the gym with the team, it's nice just to come back to a place where I can be..." the bear trailed off as he spoke. "Where I can relax." Simon corrected himself, though Paul guessed the original end to that sentence would be more correct. Sports teams were not well known for their tolerance of anyone of sexuality that couldn't be used as a ruler.

The mouse wondered how it would work between them. If it even could. Simon was clearly hiding under the coats at the back of the closet, while he had one foot out the door already. "A space of your own sounds good. At least with no roommate, you don't have to always be looking for socks on the door handle."

"So your roommate isn't... all talk?" The bear asked, tilting his head a little in honest curiosity

"Oh no, he very much follows through on his words. The other night I got home and he was literally fucking a guy, someone I... someone from the party." Paul stumbled over his words as he remembered he promised Dan he wouldn't tell anyone.

"Wow! What did he do when you walked in on him?" The bear asked, his discomfort from earlier seemed to be beaten back by his curiosity. His voice was getting louder as his confidence grew.

"He... he winked and kept on fucking," Paul admitted honestly and with a little bit of a laugh. He could feel his cheeks flushed with heat and his cock was starting to stand up a little at the memory. "The guy he was with, on the other paw, he kinda freaked out. So, yeah that ended that."

The two walked on in silence for a bit. Ryan, even in story form, was a tough act to follow. Paul was grateful that Simon didn't ask him what happened next. He knew he'd eventually have to confess to the bear, but it didn't have to be on their first date: technically an hour or so before the date was actually due to start.

"So... what are you studying?" Simon asked as they entered one of the dorm buildings.

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"A mixture of physics and engineering," the mouse replied slightly awkwardly. He really didn't want to be the geek stereotype, but his choice of subject was very much what a lot of people had expected of the mouse.

"Sounds like a cool mix, you looking to build stuff? Maybe get into like NASA or something?" The bear asked and for all Paul could tell his enthusiasm was genuine.

"I wish, that is probably not realistic. However, I'd be lying if I said I never dreamed about going up there someday," the mouse replied honestly as they entered a bedroom. It was very similar to the one he shared with Ryan, two beds, two desks, two sets of drawers and two chairs. Only this one didn't have Ryan's underwear on the floor, and no giant pump bottle of lubricant in pride of place on top of his drawers.

"That would be so cool, going up there. Above everyone just surrounded by the blackness and Earth dazzling right below you," the bear added and there was more than a hint of awe in his voice. Then he looked at the mouse and Paul saw nothing but honest interest in those eyes. No pity for the geek, not dislike for it either. Next, he saws the bear's shoulders tense, much like they had been doing when they had been sitting in the coffee shop surrounded by strangers. "I kinda do something as a hobby that... well, it's the exact opposite of that, but kinda similar."

"Oh?" It wasn't a full question and yet Simon clearly took it as one.

"I go spelunking, like in caves and stuff," the bear announced with a nervous smile.

"Really? That's kinda cool and interesting," Paul replied carefully. His senses told him that his reaction was being judged, possibly for any distaste. "I've never done that."

"You should try, it's really great," Simon waved at the bed indicating for Paul to sit and he did. The bear pulled out his phone and sat down next to him. "I have some pictures of some of the caves I have been in. You know there are some places underground nobody has ever been. It's like a different world, I mean it's so alien." The bear continued as he held his phone in front of Paul, swiping through photo after photo of different caves. Some of them did indeed look beautiful, others looked alien. There were a few with the bear in them, standing next to stalagmites and the like with a happy smile on his face.

As he swiped he talked, though Paul found it hard to concentrate on anything but Simon's face. There was no stress, no worry, just simple joy on the bear's face. He'd always thought the ursine was handsome, but talking away about something he clearly loved he looked beautiful. "I go every chance I can. Sometimes with people, though I also like to go solo, you're not supposed to do that. However, sometimes I just have to. No phone, no parents, no team. Just me and the caves, the world above me and cool air around me. In places that only a pawful of people have ever stepped foot in."

Simon's eyes shone as he stopped on a picture. "This cave, I go there regularly. It's not too deep, and not much of a challenge. But, I just love it. It's huge like a kilometre long and there is iron ore in the wall, it seems to make part of the wall shine. Though sometimes I turn off all my lights. There's dark and then there's dark! No idea if your eyes are open or closed. It's so peaceful, the only sound is my own breath and heart. I don't have to worry about upsetting anyone, or failing or anything. I just sit still in the dark and breathe. Sort of like meditation I suppose, though I have..."

The bear didn't get to finish what he was saying. Paul had been unable to stop himself, he'd watched the beautiful face and listened to every word. However, with each moment he had a desire growing inside him, something he desperately wanted to do. His paws had reached up and pulled Simon's muzzle down to his own and they had kissed.

It was the warmth of those lips that Paul noticed first, the soft black lips pressing back against his. Next had been two strong arms, not just reaching around him to show him photo's on his phone, but holding him. His own arms had laced around the bear's thick neck and he just hung there while their lips stroked over each other. It was his first proper kiss.

After a few moments, Simon took control. His muzzle tilting and his lips pressing firmly against Paul's. The mouse moaned as he felt the bear's lips part a little. He mirrored their actions and gave a desperate gasp as a tongue slipped between them. His own tongue reached out to it, tasting the bear. It was sweet, and slightly metallic, with a vague hint of coffee. Yet somehow the simple components of the taste did nothing to match the blending of sensation and emotion. Together it was like ambrosia, the nectar of the gods and Paul's hunger for it grew.

With barely a grunt, Simon picked the mouse up in his arms, and lay him down on the bed, beside the wall. With the bear's body laying full length beside him, blocking out the world. The two kissed more and more passionately. Making soft sighs and moans of delight, sharing them with each other. Paul felt Simon's huge paws, those powerful mitts that could easily crush a normal man. Only Simon's touch was so gentle, his paws trembling as they stroked down Paul's chest and stomach.

For a moment Paul thought the bear would touch lower, his pants were tented with the fullness of his arousal. However, just before the bear's fingers reached his waistband they began to stroke upwards. Relief and disappointment flooded his mind in equal measure. His own paws were stroking back and forth on Simon's broad shoulders. He could feel every muscle under them, so firm he swore the bear was flexing for his paws.

Eventually, their lips parted with a gasp and a sigh of contentment. Paul couldn't stop himself from smiling, not that he wanted to. Simon was smiling too and chuckling a little. "That was... unexpected." The bear whispered and then gave Paul another soft kiss, letting his lips linger for a moment.

"Sorry. I just couldn't help myself. One moment I was looking at caves, then at you and the next... wow." Paul muttered softly, his cheeks burning with excited embarrassment.

"I wasn't complaining," Simon replied, pressing forward again to kiss. Paul responded moaning happily, their tongue dancing once more as his lets his paws wander more and more over the large bear. The kiss lingered wonderfully, their lips nuzzling against one another until with a happy sigh Simon pulled back again.

The bear looked very flushed, "I always did like kissing." He mumbled and moved a little. The single bed only just big enough for them to both lay on. Simon moved forward a little and Paul found himself between a wall of brick and a wall of warm bear. Not that he objected. "My girlfriend, Anna, and I used to make out for hours... it felt nice, but wrong too."

"H.. how does this feel?" Paul asked he had been slightly taken back. For a moment he had thought the bear's paws were going lower and the next he is talking about his ex.

The bear chuckled, "It feels good, and definitely not wrong. Though I'm guessing bringing up my ex may be the worst kind of sweet talk." Simon's huge nose brushed into the fur on Paul's neck. He moaned as he felt teeth grazing his skin, as the bear nuzzled and nibbled on him. Thrills of excitement ran through his body, his breath caught in his throat. "I'm sorry."

Paul gave out a moan as the muzzle pulled away, he looked at the bear and he couldn't stop smiling,"it's ok. I don't mind talking, about anything with you. Especially if we get to do more... kissing." The mouse had badly wanted to just leave the sentence at more, he wanted to do so much more. He wanted to taste every inch of the bear, feel everything. However, he also knew Simon was very new to this, with guys anyway. He wasn't going to push until he knew Simon wanted him to.

"Thanks, sorry I know I'm such a girl. Wanting to go slow and that," The bear mumbled before kissing Paul's lips and the mouse gave another moan. Each thought of the big guy just made him hungry for more. However, this time he broke the kiss.

"Wanting to go slow doesn't make you a girl. Just means you want to take your time," the mouse replied, his paw catching the bear's cheek and he looked into those ice blue, dreamy, eyes and said with as much force as a timid rodent can muster. "I have all day and night, and I don't care if we spend it talking."

Simon reached up, his huge paws almost engulfed Paul's head as he pulled him forward again. Their lips met with passion and soft moans. Their tongues once more getting out on the dance floor of their muzzles. The bear rolled over a little and Paul trembled to feel the huge strong body pressing down into his. "You are a very sweet guy, you know?"

"You are pretty nice yourself," Paul replied with a little chuckle. The bear had called him sweet, the words warmed his already warm body. They were pressed so close Paul was sure he could hear Simon's heart beating. His own was racing and he wondered if Simon knew just how strong the feelings he was evoking were. "You're a great kisser too."

"Well, I had a lot of practice. Anna had... well, she wanted a full... relationship. So I had to find ways to make her happy," the bear replied and then shook his head. "Second mention of my ex in five minutes. Doing just a great job there Simon."

The mouse reached out with both paws to wrap them around his neck, "don't be so hard on yourself. If you want to talk about things, we can talk. I know you've never been with a guy before." Paul remembered how he'd felt the day he realised he wasn't like the other boys in school. All he'd wanted was someone to talk to. For him, he had several close friends he had been able to come out to. Though he also knew he wanted more. It wasn't until his friends James and Brian had become a couple that he'd been able to realise just how badly he had wanted to talk to other gay guys.

"No, never. Thought about it a lot. It was kinda weird, I'd be hanging out with the guys and there would be like a movie on or something. Everyone would be talking about an actress, saying how they wanted to suck on her titties or something. I'd say it too, but in my mind, I was thinking, "why, they're just breasts." Simon said, rolling back a little, the light of the room suddenly seemed much brighter without the polar bear to put Paul in the shade.

Paul pulled a huge bear arm around his shoulders and embraced the big bear. His head resting on Simon's broad chest, the soft thump of his heart was wonderfully reassuring music for his ears. "I know what you mean. They go on and on about them, but in your mind, you are thinking that the guy she is with is kinda nice looking."

"Yes! That's it exactly. I wasn't even like thinking of doing stuff with him, just that he looks nice. Of course, I was supposed to be the big football star, my dad always wanted me to play. Don't get me wrong, I like playing too. I like the guys and the game is fun. I just... if they knew I was here, making out with a guy..." Simon let the rest of that thought hang there unpleasantly in the air. He took a deep breath. "Sorry, I'm sure you were expecting me to be all..."

"Stop apologising," Paul cut in and then immediately felt self-conscious as the bear tensed up under him. "If it makes you feel any better this is already the best date I've been on."

"It's the only date you've ever been on... isn't it?" The bear asked and Paul liked him more because he heard the doubt in his voice. Simon had spotted the insinuation that he had never been on a date was a bad thing halfway through saying it and had tried to correct it.

"That's irrelevant. I am enjoying it. Hell, technically I got you into bed. I'm counting this as a great first first-date," Paul replied with a wink at the bear, squeezing the warm bulk in his paws.

"I thought I got you into bed," the bear replied with a laugh. "I guess after all these years I have gotten used to... meeting people's expectations. You know, to make them happy. Dad wants a football player son and I become the best damn football player I can be. Girlfriend wants her jock boyfriend to put out, I learn how to lick pussy like nobody else." The bear looked down to see a weird look on Paul's face. "It... allowed me to please her. I told her I was saving myself for after marriage" She knew my parents, so she never questioned it."

Suddenly Paul could really understand why the bear loved spelunking in caves so much. Sitting alone in the dark away from the rest of the world, there was no-one else to have to satisfy, no expectations to meet. "You don't have to try and meet my expectations." He whispered urgently and he made a point to haul himself up the bear's body. His muzzle hung inches from Simon's. "I mean it, no expectations. No requirements. Just be you and I will be me. If it works great, if not then... well, we can be friends. I don't want a guy who is just trying to make me happy. Strange as that sounds."

Simon was squirming a little under him, the huge bear scared by the forthright mouse. "I... understand. I will try not to." The bear let out a huge sigh, "It was easier though, you know. Everything was much easier, people say what they want, and you be that. Then someone says to go to a party and I go to a party. Next thing I know someone puts his arm around me and says, "you look like you like dick," and I'm thinking "yeah, maybe I do"."

"Ryan?" Paul asked, even though he was pretty sure there was only one person that forward in the bear and his lives. Simon nodded and he chuckled. "Say what you like, he is very direct and honest."

"He is that," agreed the bear and then he lightly squeezed the little mouse in his arms. "Then I see a cute guy flat on his back giggling at the stars. You know what I thought then?"

"That I was drunk and or stoned?"

"No, well yes. However, I thought while being drunk and stoned, you were cute," the bear was flushed and Paul could see on his face a mixture of apprehension and embarrassment. The chest under his head was still as the bear held his breath, waiting for something: an answer, a laugh, maybe something else. What he got was a kiss, a deeply passionate one.

Paul launched himself up Simon's body. His lips pressed desperately to the bear's, his tongue pressing forward eagerly. The bear returned the kiss, moaning happily his entire body shaking with relief. With moans and pants, Paul pressed himself down against the bear, his body sliding further and further over Simon's. Until with a bump, they both stopped.

It wasn't the bump that stopped them in their tracks, it was what Paul's leg had bumped into. It was hard and it was standing up pressing firmly into Paul's thigh. The mouse couldn't stop himself, the kiss had been wonderful and he wanted more. However, he had to look, just a quick glance couldn't be a bad thing.

A quick glance was stolen, and his entire body trembled. The tent being pitched in the bear's pants was a full marque. It was easily a rival to Ryan's in length, maybe longer. He wasn't sure if it was thicker, but his paws were itching and sweating as he thought of grabbing hold of it to find out. However, with gallantry and purity that would make Sir Galahad himself say "that's a bit too pure", Paul turned back to Simon and whispered. "We don't have to do anything you don't..."

"I want to!" Simon cut across loudly and desperately.

"Oh, thank god!" Paul exclaimed, his paws moved like lightning onto the erect pole. Simon moaned deeply in shock, while Paul signed happily his fingers exploring the warm bulk trapped under the fabric. He felt the hot meat twitching, it felt thick and hard. Although, he was fairly certain Ryan's had been thicker. Not that it mattered, it felt wonderful. Paul's breath caught in his throat as two white paws came into his eye line. The bear popped the button on his pants and quickly shoved them down.

The mouse gasped, not just because the sight of the bear's dripping black manhood was astonishing and beautiful. He did it because he realised just how badly Simon wanted him, to have practically torn his pants off to give the Paul access. Gulping he grasped at the black rod, marvelling at how wonderful it felt. In his small paws, and against his slender fingers the cock seemed so much bigger. He could feel the heat of it, burning in his palm. Each beat of Simon's hard sent a pulse tingling through his fingers and the bear's heart was clearly racing.

Deep moans and pants filled his ears. Nimble fingers stroked up and down the ebony shaft, glistening rivers of pre drooled down and soaked his fingers. Musk and desire filled Paul's nose, the scent of a rutting male in heat, earthy and potent. His head was swimming and he swallowed the drool that had built up in his mouth. The rodent slipped lower and lower down the bear, his eyes full of nothing but the beautiful bear cock. A herd of elephants could run by the bed and he would not even flinch, nor take the slightest heed. His ears could hear nothing but the delightful sounds of the ursine moaning and crying out in pleasure.

He was drawn to the cocktip, his fingers having spread precum over it. The black skin shimmered in the dusky light of the afternoon filtering in through the blinds. He opened his mouth and leant closer and closer, the cock jerked as his warm breath flowed down it. Simon's pants and moans were getting louder and louder. Paul's heart was thumping in his chest so hard he wondered if the bear could hear it beat.

With the softest of moans, his lips touched musky skin. His tongue stroked against the meatus, and he heard Simon call out loudly, "Oh, fuck!" Simon's voice wavered as it cried out, the bear was clearly lost to the moment. Paul closed his lips around the tip, sucking firmly, and feeling the huge cockhead almost filling his mouth. His tongue lapped hungrily swirling around the cocktip, teasing the coronal ridge and the frenulum. "Oh, god! Oh, fuck! Oh, Yes" The bear was loving every moment, as was Paul.

He pushed his lips down slowly, sliding the bear's meat into his muzzle. The thickness gliding over his lips, so smooth and yet he could feel every single vein and ever bump or groove of the hot musky flesh. Every breath was flooded with potent musk. The air felt warm, his entire body was sweating and he regretted that only Simon had removed clothing. A warm pressure let him know the bear's cocktip had reached the back of his throat. His glasses were steamed up through his body heat and breath reflected back. However, the reduced visibility didn't stop him from seeing just how much more Simon had to feed him.

Paul's fingers wrapped tightly around the remaining shaft, he pulled up slowly, the black meat glistening with his saliva as it pulled free. Simon's moans and pants grew louder and the mouse knew just how much pleasure he was bringing the bear. He pushed down quickly taking the throbbing length back into his warm and hungry muzzle. Simon's voice rumbled and echoed around the room, no more words just the grunting sounds of an animal lost to pleasure.

He bobbed his muzzle again and again. The fourth time the cocktip pressed to the back of his throat Simon roared out, his large paw landed on the mouse's head holding him down. While the cock throbbed against Paul's tongue, his mouth was suddenly flooded, his tiny muzzle not half big enough to contain the bear's eruption. He gulped desperately, but rivers of thick milky spunk ran down his chin, dripped from his lips onto the black length, his fingers and two huge furry white orbs.

Suddenly, the pressure was lifted from his head and he pulled off, coughing a little. While from the black cocktip, white fluid bubbled forth in little after spurts. "Sorry," Simon gasped in between pants. "I... I... sorry, didn't think it would... so quickly. Sorry."

Paul smiled and leaning forward he gave the bear's meatus a sticky kiss. "Don't apologise, that was wonderful. Besides, I blew just as quick the first time someone sucked me." Acutely aware of the sweat, and other fluids starting to stain his clothes he pulled his shirt off. His pants fell to the floor, followed by his underwear, heavily stained with pre. Then he climbed up the bear's body, put his arms around Simon's chest and pressed in close.

For an all too short eternity, the two lay in each other's arms basking in the moment. He pressed his nose against the bear, he wasn't sure when Simon had stripped his shirt off, but it didn't matter either. Content he lay his head on the bear's chest as listened to the sound of him breathing. The scent of his chest was far milder than down below. His nose picked up an almost nutty subtext to the musk and he felt the heat of the huge body radiating into him.

"I... thought you said you had just sucked a friend," Simon mumbled and suddenly Paul's eyes shot open as he realised what he'd just admitted to.

"I said I'd only done oral," Paul replied carefully as he tried to remember the night of the party. It wasn't easy to recall the detail due to him being very drunk and stoned at the party.

"Oh, I thought that meant you sucked him," the bear mumbled as he lifted his head and looked at the mouse. Paul didn't dare look up, he knew if he looked directly into those eyes he wouldn't be able to lie. While his insides twisted up. He hated lying, it rarely worked and usually just made things worse in the long run.

The mouse had a battle with his conscience for a full half a minute, while Simon just glanced at him. There appeared to be no anger, or even accusation on the bear's face, just a little confusion. Knowing that he couldn't lie forever and praying that Simon would take his response well, after all, technically they were not been a couple or anything. "I did, but... someone else sucked me."

"Ryan," it was a statement and not a question. Though again the bear's tone seemed more curious than upset.

"Yes," Paul admitted blushing heavily. "After I found him and the dog, the dog kinda ran out and I... helped him and he..."

"Helped you," the bear finished for him, with a smile that surprised Paul.

"Is.. that ok?" Paul asked he wasn't sure why but he had expected... he wasn't sure anger, surprise or maybe a mixture of both.

"Honestly? I sort of assumed that you and he...would have done stuff. I mean he was very much all over you at the party. "Simon replied with a relaxed chuckle. "Although, he was also all over me and everything else with a heartbeat that he could get his paws on. Plus, we'd not even been on a date yet."

The mouse let out a deep sigh, "we aren't a couple or anything. Just friends, or in Ryan's terms fuck-buddies."

"Fuck-buddies?" The bear asked with a lot of emphasis on the word fuck, so Paul had no doubt exactly what he was asking.

"Well... last night he and I.. we sort of..."

"Fucked," Simon finished for him and then he shifted a little, making Paul jump a little. Then he heard the bear gulp, "h...how did..."

"He offered and I.. I'm sorry I was just really horny and he was there and sexy. I knew I was supposed to have coffee with you, but he didn't want a relationship or anything he just said he wanted to have some fun and ... come on, I couldn't say no. I mean for years I have been looking at porn on the internet and jerking off to hot guys. All the while just wishing for one hot guy to pay me the slightest bit of attention," the mouse was trembling and panting the words just flowing out of him. It felt good to get them out. At least everything was out in the open, the bear could get upset or not. Maybe he'd blown things, and if so he could rely on Ryan to make him feel better, or at least make him cum hard enough to forget for a while.

"Ah, as I said I sort of figured all of that." The bear said and Paul felt a huge paw engulfing his, thick fingers lacing with his. Then pull his paw down, to the sticky and still very erect bear cock. "I just wanted to know... what you two... did."

Paul gulped as the large paw pressed his fingers against the sticky and hot flesh. The penny dropped in his mind, "you mean... you want me to... "

"Yes," the bear mumbled and Paul could see how flushed and embarrassed the large male was. "I've never... and I was too scared to look up porn. My dad works in IT, when I was fourteen I looked up porn online and he... was very angry." The bear just left that sentence to hang in the air, it was too unpleasant to finish and Paul was glad when Simon continued. " I know the... mechanics, but I've never seen it, or heard about what it's like."

"Well, it was nice. I mean he boasts a lot but I have to say he lived up to his words." The cock under his paw throbbed a little and he saw a drop of pre glistening in the dusky light. "I was a bit scared, but he... he prepared me well... with his tongue." Simon let out a deep shuddering moan at the word tongue, Paul realised his paw wasn't just holding the cock, it was stroking the meat slowly.

"Shit, he really licked you, back there? What did it feel like?" The bear asked. Paul could feel the huge guy trembling beside him. The cock in his paw was rock hard and he knew that this was turning him on. It was strange how arousing the thought was, that the bear was aroused to thoughts of him and Ryan.

"Weird at first, it kinda tickled. Then, the more he licked the more I liked it. I couldn't stop myself from moaning. I couldn't help myself, he grabbed my cock and jerked it and I came, really quickly. He laughed and said, he had needed to get the first one out. " In his mind, Paul realised he had taken the first one out of Simon already. Now he was working on a second. "Then before I knew it his fingers were inside me, it was so strange but the more he moved the more I wanted it," the mouse kept his voice low. He could see the cock shooting more and more pre, he forced his paw to slow down, Paul didn't want his lover to blow too quickly.

"D... did it hurt?" Simon asked, his eyes closed. Paul saw him lick his lips, the look on his face was wonderful, between pleasure and curiosity. The bear was lost to the words of his lover and the teasing on his cock.

"A little," Paul admitted, leaning up he pressed his lips to the bear's ears. His paw squeezed on the thick black bear meat as he added in a low husky whisper, he hoped was as sexy to the bear as it was in his mind. " But, I liked it and I wanted more. Ryan didn't finger me for too long before he put it inside me and I couldn't believe how much I could take." The mouse was shocked at himself, he was teasing the bear and he knew it. More than that, he was teasing himself, his own cock was painfully erect and unattended.

With a squeeze of Simon's cock, he whispered, "I could take all this too... if you want me too."

"Yes!" Simon's response was loud and clear, made so much louder by the fact Paul had been whispering. It echoed around the room and right to Paul's cock. His fingers let go of the bear meat and he began to move, sliding down the bed. "Wait!" Simon called out suddenly. "W...hat position were you in?"

The smile on Paul's lips broadened as he knew the bear was imagining it. "I was on my stomach over his bed, with my feet on the floor. He fucked me so hard I couldn't speak. He wouldn't let me paw, he fucked me so hard and fast I came without touching myself. Then he emptied himself into my ass."

Simon groaned loudly and bucked his hips, and Paul knew it was time. He moved quickly his legs stretching across Simon's ample stomach. His paw grabbed the bear's cock and he guided it down. He wanted it, he needed to feel it. Inside him, a fire burned and only bear spunk could quench the flames.

Covered in cum and pre, Simon's shaft was quite well lubed. Paul lifted himself up and placed the tip at his pucker. He looked at the bear before him. The huge massive hulk, so powerful his eyes closed tightly and his entire body trembling. His first time, Paul remembered, the feelings he'd encountered just twenty-four hours earlier.

Taking a deep breath he slid forward again, bending down over the bear. Simon gasped in surprise and opened his eyes. Paul smiled down his lips a few inches from the bear's. Then he dipped down and kissed the bear, softly and tenderly, his paws stroking Simon's chest reassuringly. He felt Simon returning the kiss, strong paws stroking his lithe frame.

Then the kiss was broken and Paul kissed the bear's huge nose, "you look so beautiful." He whispered softly, words he knew he'd wanted to hear. "Beautiful, handsome and very, very sexy." He repeated as the bear's face was ablaze with a mixture of embarrassment and what Paul hope was joy.

The mouse pushed on the bear's shoulder moving to slide himself down the bear's body back to the wonderful seat that awaited him. Only a strong paw grabbed his wrist. Paul gasped in shock and looked into Simon's eyes. The bear was smiling up at him, his other paw reached out, cupping the rodent's cheek, "you look beautiful too, and sexy, very very sexy." There are things of great value in this world, great works of art, pieces of technology and bits of metal or gems that are so valuable that people fight and die over them. None of them could match the value those words had to Paul, to hear someone call him sexy.

With trembling paws and a heart racing so fast his head spun Paul slid back. He took his glasses off. Somehow he felt like he didn't need them with the bear, he could see clearly enough. He dropped them onto his clothes and then he took Simon's thickness and guided it to his pucker. Biting his lip, Paul drove himself down.

They both cried out in a mixture of pain, surprise and pleasure. Paul drove himself down until his ass rested on two large ursine orbs. He felt the thickness sliding inside him quickly spreading his ring wide. There was a painful sting an echo of the previous night. However, hearing the delightful sounds of Simon lost to a warm rodent heaven, there was no way he could stop.

His hips bucked and he began to ride the bear like he was a wild horse trying to buck him off. Rodent paws grasped tight hold of Simon's stomach and chest. Moans of pleasure tumbling endlessly from both their lips. Lithe and tight ass smacked on huge, cum soaked ursine balls. While inside him, the thick rod stroked and prodded spots that made his cock shoot jets of watery pre onto the broad field of snowy white fur before him.

Huge paws grabbed his hips and suddenly the stallion he was riding was riding him. The thick black meat thrusting up desperately, as if being deeper inside him was the most important thing in the world to the bear. Paul cried out, one paw reaching down to grab his own drooling shaft. Simon roared under him and the mouse felt a warmth flooding his rear, the sounds of rutting grew sloppier and he felt fluids spilling from inside him. His own cock began to throb as jets of rodent spunk flew out, the first two landing across Simon's face, including his open muzzle. The rest reached his chest and stomach. White silk on silken white fur.

Panting heavily, Paul's mind spun and his body felt weak. He fell forward, into two powerful arms that held him safely. The two embraced, as their bodily fluids dried in their fur and they passed into a contented slumber.

****

It was very early in the morning when Paul was awoken, being shaken by a polar bear. "Paul!" The bear was whispering loudly. The mouse yawned and blinked the room seemed somehow warmer, the light far richer, a red golden honey colour flooding the room.

"Mmm, I must have dozed off," the mouse muttered blinking and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He felt refreshed, and at the same time very dirty. He could feel patches of his fur sticking together.

"It's five am!" Simon whispered urgently.

"Then we can get a couple more hours sleep," mumbled the mouse putting his head back down on Simon's chest, that had been a warm pillow for him all night.

"You have to go!" The bear replied shaking him again. "You've been here all night... people might see if you don't go now."

In his sleepy mind, Paul replied without thinking, "So?"

"So...what if they tell someone on the team that I had a guy in my room all night?" Simon asked, the urgency in his tone cutting through the fog of sleep in Paul's mind.

"Oh!" Paul replied lifting up his head. "You really want me to go?" He tried to hide the pain in that question, but he failed utterly.

"I don't want you to go. I need you to go," the bear clarified. Paul was already out of bed, standing naked and feeling more exposed than he had ever been. "I told you. My parents... I'm just not ready."

Paul nodded, "Ok, I understand." The lie just rolled out of his mouth, they both knew it for what it was and neither of them was brave enough to call it out.

"Sorry, look... I want to see more of you. I... I just have to be careful. We could hang out in a couple of days." Simon mumbled softly, his beautiful eyes suddenly unable to look at Paul's face.

"Hang out?" Paul's question hung in the air, like a dark cloud over both of them. While the mouse gathered his clothes and started to pull them on. "I.. is that all this was?"

"Yes. No! It wasn't just that, it was wonderful and I am so grateful and I do want more. Just... "the bear's voice grew higher pitched as he spoke and Paul could see the ursine's eyes getting glassy with barely contained tears. "I'm sorry. I'm not ready. I need time... time to think and. I dunno figure stuff out."

The mouse pulled his shoes on and stood up, "ok, well I guess I'll see you around." Paul didn't pause, he was out the door in a second. He was sure he heard Simon saying something, but he didn't make out any words. Tears were already forming in the corners of his eyes as he tried to reassure himself. This was just Simon's issue, part of being with someone so desperate to hide in the closet. None of this had anything to do with him, the bear had said he liked him.

Out of the dorm building he was treated to the sight of the sun rising. Red and golden light pouring like warm honey over the green grass, bushes and trees of the campus. It looked like it would be a nice day, but not for him. It was far too early to go back to his room and even if he could, Paul wasn't ready to see other people.

He found a bench that wasn't too damp from the morning dew and plonked down on it. His mind firing questions at him over and over, ones to which he would never have the answer. Was it him? Had Simon just wanted to try guys and he was convenient and disposable? Was he bad? Had he done something wrong? Was Simon disappointed? Would the bear ever contact him again?

Simon hadn't been that bothered by him and Ryan, hell he'd seemed to find it arousing. Maybe it wasn't Paul he'd liked, maybe Simon just wanted to get closer to the bull. The mouse sat there staring into the distances, his eyes focussing on nothing as his mind bombarded him with a hundred thousand ideas, most of them revolving around Paul not being the person Simon was interested in.

"Well, look what the cat almost dragged in," the booming voice broke Paul from his chain of unpleasant thoughts and he looked up to find Ryan standing over him. The bull was dressed in tank top and running shorts. "Staying out all night on a first date? Damn, you are really going to do everything your mother told you not to." The bull asked with a knowing grin plastered over his face. As he looked down into the mouse's face the grin slipped a little. "You ok, little buddy?"

Paul shook his head a little and before he knew it the entire story came spewing forth. Ryan sat beside him listening carefully to every detail. Although, Paul didn't share every private moment he shared enough. That he'd had a good date, and that he'd done stuff with Simon. That Simon had kicked him out in the early hours at which point Ryan had interrupted with a muttered, "that is such a dick rookie move." However, mostly he just listened as the mouse poured out all his fears.

Once Paul had finally poured out everything he could, he looked at the bull. The mouse could feel a few tears in his own eyes, Ryan's expression was one of sympathy. "So, what do you think I should do?"

Ryan shrugged, "It's not really for me to say. It's your choice. Personally, I think it would come down to how much I wanted to coax him out of the closet. I mean, he clearly knows that he's at least bi and he wasn't raised to accept that as ok. You know who I blame for this whole mess?"

"His parents?" Paul replied with a sigh. Stupid conservative values, did it really matter to them so much if their son was gay or bi? Why couldn't they just be happy he was happy? That's all Paul's parents had ever said to him about it, so long as he was happy they didn't care if he dated a guy, girl or someone in between.

"Naw, Queen Victoria," the bull replied and, while Paul's jaw dropped in surprised he explained. "Look it was all fine before her, I mean ok yes the Catholics were never big fans of homosexuality. However, the Victorian era is where everyone stopped talking about sex and it became really taboo. I even hear they knocked all the dicks off the statues all across Europe, painted them out of great works of art. Supposedly there is a museum of all the removed penises somewhere."

The bull leaned back, putting his arm around the mouse, "just imagine it, a whole building full of cocks. The big cock museum, somewhere there is a guy who's job description is the curator of the big cock museum. I think I know my new career trajectory. I can be both curator and their top exhibit at once, with this bad boy." Ryan groped himself and Paul burst out laughing.

"See, I got you laughing." The bull said, squeezing his shoulder gently. "Look, this ain't that bad. You got some cock and a little bit of a closet case situation. Things will go one of two ways, either he comes out and you two can be a proper couple, invite me to your wedding, and your wedding night if you want it to be extra spicy. Or he stays in there and you eventually move on and find a new guy."

"It's not that easy for me to find guys," Paul muttered with a sad smile, leaning his head on the bull's broad shoulder."

"Really? You think so?" The bull asked and leant down to Paul's ear and whispered. "Last three night's you've had sex with two guys." Paul's eyes went wide, it was true he'd had more sex in the last seventy-two hours than he expected to get in his entire time in college. "See Victorian repression, all those Christian values and monogamy crap. Truth is, sex isn't all that naughty. It's fun, good for you and when it comes right down to it, not that hard to get. Most people want it, to some degree, and they all dance around it. That's where I come in, no dancing just an honest invitation, to anyone I think is sexy enough to bone. Little geeky guys like you, big beefy jocks like Simon and everyone in between. It don't have to be a drama unless you are dumb enough to make it one."

"So you think I should just move on?" The mouse asked softly.

"I'm saying, I'm full of myself and that it ain't what I think you should do that matters." Grunted the bull, squeezing his shoulder again. "Either you think Simon is worth helping escape the closet, or you move on and find someone else to be your boyfriend. You will find someone, just try and dump all that baggage that society has taught you that you should carry. If you see a hot dude ask him out."

"Thanks," he whispered the word but he really did feel better. It was hard to be sad with a hot guy like Ryan holding him and saying stuff that definitely implied the bull thought Paul was sexy. "What about you? No hot dude boyfriend in your future?"

Ryan's smile faded, just a little and he shrugged, "I tried that before. It didn't work out and right now I'm not in the mood to try again. Sex and friends I want, but not always in that order. Oh, there's a party at... some frat house I think tonight. I'll get more details. You up for it?"

The mouse laughed, "are we invited?"

With a shrug, Ryan answered, "probably not, but then...fuck it. I'm bi-sexual. Too gay for the straights, too straight for the gays. Too geeky for the jocks, to jocky for the geeks. I don't really fit in anywhere, so I make those places fit me in, even if I have to shove a little to do so. If I worried about needing an invite places I'd never go anywhere." The bull stood up and then added, "of course, I might not make it there tonight. I met a sexy guy yesterday, he's swinging by this afternoon."

"I'll try and leave the room free, and will watch for a sock on the door," the mouse replied with a chuckle. In his mind, he wondered how many different guys and girls Ryan was going to bed. Also, how annoying it might get for an entire school year, it was only his first week and the bull had already had at least two guys, three if Paul counted himself.

As if ready the mouse's thought the bull replied, "don't worry when school starts up properly I'll be too focused on studies. I'm just taking advantage of all the new talent and free time I currently have access too." Ryan turned to leave and then turned back as if suddenly thinking of something else to say. "There won't be a sock on the door handle, you know what we are up to and... look I'm pretty sure this guy wouldn't say no to an audience or a third participant. That is only if YOU want to, though. Food for thought, now I am very late for my morning jog. Gotta keep this bod in some sort of shape you know."

Paul bid his friend farewell and was able to watch the Bull's ass as he jogged out of sight. He took a deep breath and returned to his room, he felt tired and he didn't have anything to do that day. The room was empty, Ryan's bed was messy and the mouse spotted an empty condom wrapper on the floor. Ryan had clearly had someone over that night as well. The mouse flopped into his own bed, laying on the covers fully clothed.

His eyes were just beginning to close when his phone buzzed to let him know he had received a text. Opening his eyes he pulled it out of his pocket and found the message was from Simon, "I'm sorry for how things ended. I really did have an awesome night and I don't want it to be just a one-time thing. I hope you can understand."

The mouse smiled a little, at least it hadn't just been him worrying about the night. He stared at the phone and tried to think of a good response, "I understand. I don't want it to be a one-night thing. Let me know when you are ready for a second night." Paul's finger hovered over the send button, then he quickly typed out, "I understand you are worried about your parents, I don't want to force you to be out. Whatever you need to feel comfortable. However, next time at least send me out with a kiss."

He sent the message before his mind could worry about it. It was from the heart, he meant every word. Especially about the kiss. Ryan may be a really good lover, but Simon was a wonderful kisser. The mouse had loved the tenderness and wonderfully warm, rich feelings that kissing had brought him. There was barely a minute or two to dwell on that before his phone pinged again, "Thanks, you rule. I'll make it up to you next time."

With a smile, the mouse lay back down and closed his eyes. Sleep, however, was not to be his. Just as he was starting to snore his phone began to ring. Groaning and grumbling he accepted the call without even looking "Hello," he grunted in a tired manner.

"Heya, dude. How's things?" A very familiar voice asked. Paul recognised it almost instantly as his best friend from high school, James. He was a doberman, a chunky geeky guy. The two had been buddies for a long time.

"Hey James, things are... complicated. How's your first week going? Brian and Scott doing ok? You seen Jack recently?" The mouse replied as he lay back down in his bed.

"Brian is doing great, we joined the LGBT group here and it's been really crazy. Lots of freshmen events and stuff. Scott is doing really good, Brian has been taking him to the gym and he is already looking a little thinner. Plus he got a date, a cute little cow according to Brian. I haven't seen her," Paul smiled, Scott had always been super shy, especially about his waistline. High school had not been kind to him. James' tiger boyfriend, Brian, was very active and it was nice to see he was helping the doberman's friends. "Jack has apparently decided to backpack around Australia. He's got the forms and everything filled in, just waiting for his Visa..."

"I should call him before he goes," Paul cut in quickly. The cat had lived next door to him for the last few years of high school. He was also technically Paul's first. The feline had let his gay friend suck him once. He'd said he enjoyed it and Paul had tasted cum for the first time, so he was sure the feline wasn't lying. However, he also said he was definitely straight and wanting his next blow job to come from a girl.

"Yeah, you should. " James replied. "However, first you need to explain complicated. You met someone? Brian said Dan mentioned bumping into you, you two didn't..."

"No, we didn't," the mouse replied, fighting the urge to add, 'but I walked in on him cumming while my roommate was banging his ass like it was a balalaika.' He had made a promise. "My roommate is... a bit."

"He's not a homophobic jerk is he?" The canine cut in and Paul could hear the snarl in his friend's voice.

"No, nothing like that. The reverse actually..."

"Oh, he's gay? Is he cute? What species?" Paul laughed to himself at how quickly his friend changed gears.

"He is really hot, a bull and bisexual. Very open about it too, and..." The mouse took a deep breath. "I kinda sorta... fucked him."

"Nice! Less than a week on your own and you have a boyfriend," cheered the doberman.

"Oh, no he's not... looking for a relationship." The mouse gulped and he could almost picture the look on his friend's face.

"Well... that's ok. No harm in that," the words sounded a little forced and Paul felt a little anger rising.

"Indeed not, we had a lot of fun and it was a great first time. Nothing wrong with two horny single guys having some fun," Paul replied in a firm and slightly louder tone. He definitely didn't like the judgemental tone he had heard.

"Yeah... totally." The doubt was clearly heavy in James' tone. Paul knew he was saying yes, but not thinking it.

Taking a deep breath he struggled internally. His natural meekness fighting against his need for someone to talk to. Someone outside it all, who he could share things with. James had always been that guy, but Paul knew he couldn't share this sort of thing if he felt the person hearing it was doing nothing but judging him. The need to talk won out and he took a deep breath.

"Look, James, you have been my best friend for as long as I can remember. One of my first memories is falling off the climbing frame in the park, and you helping me up. Not laughing like the other kids." The words tumbled out free and fast and Paul knew they had to if he paused to think he would stop himself. "You were my friend then, no laughing or pointing, no judgement. You were the first person I came out to, my first crush..." there was a sharp intake of breath from James, " although I never told you that, until just now. What I'm trying to say is; you have been a friend I have always told everything to. I really need you to be that friend who helps me and doesn't laugh or judge like the other kids."

There was silence on the end of the phone, while Paul's heart pounded out his chest. In his own mind, he worried he had gone a step too far, had he really needed to rant at his friend? Had he upset James? "Ok, sorry. You're my best friend too. You can tell me anything and I'll do what I can to help."

"So... it's ok with you that I had casual sex with my roommate?" the question was heavily loaded, but Paul really needed to not just hear the answer, but believe it as well.

"Yes, absolutely." James didn't pause in his answer and his tone was firm and Paul felt himself calming down.

"Good, cause he's having someone visit tonight to...erm have... to fuck," Paul took a deep breath, "and he's invited me to... join in."

"Okay," the single word response was drawn out. Paul could hear the question inside the single word; ' and what are you going to do?'

"I think I might join them, only there's a bit of another problem," the mouse said. "There's this guy..."

"Another guy?"

"Yes, another guy. Not one of the two and I really like him. We also... had sex and I think he'd like more of a relationship. Only... he's a bit like Brian when you first met. He's really confused and his parents apparently are really conservative. I think he is pretty sure if they find out they will... well, kick him out. Or something like that. He knows that me and Ryan have... done stuff and he seems fine with that. I don't think he'd care if I had some more fun, but at the same point in time, I don't know if I should. If I'm honest, I want to. I never thought of myself as someone who would like that kind of casual thing, but it's kinda like... I've had sex now and I liked it and I want to do more. Simon really isn't ready for more but I am. Does that make sense?" Paul asked, suddenly very aware he had just torrented a load of words and new concepts at his friend without any real idea what was going on. Half of the things he had said were things he hadn't even realised were thoughts he had.

"I think I understand," James replied, his words very slow and Paul knew his friend's mind was struggling to catch up. "Basically you have a chance to have some fun with two guys, no strings attached and you really want to try that. Simon, who I assume is the other guy you... the other guy. He wouldn't mind, because he is too busy trying to come to terms with himself to worry about what you are doing."

"That... sounds like it," Paul admitted.

"So, what exactly do you need from me?" the question came out of nowhere. What did he need from his friend? Agreement? Absolution? Maybe even jealousy? James had phoned him, he could have just past a couple of pleasantries and hung up. Why had he spilt his guts so readily."

"Honestly, I think I just needed to say it to someone other than myself. I don't have any other friends here, not yet and... I dunno. It'd be nice to hear someone not involved say it's not that crazy," Paul admitted feeling a flush of heat to his cheeks.

"It's not that crazy. I mean it's surprising to hear my quiet friend has done so much in just a few days. However, if things were different if I had never met Brian and I was in your place... I'd probably do it." As he heard those words the mouse let go of a breath he had been holding and felt his entire body relax. "I'd do it safely." A chuckle escaped from Paul as he heard the intent in those last words.

"I will be safe. Ryan insists on that too, normally." Paul replied and then he added. "This stays between us, right?"

"Of course. Although, I have to ask one question. A serious one," James replied his voice dropping lower as if trying not to be overheard. Paul felt his pulse quicken again, "was I really your first crush?"

Paul laughed with relief as the tension poured out of him, "yes. However, we were just twelve at the time and my tastes have become much more refined since then." James chuckled down the phone in response. With the elephant in the room dealt with, the two old friends began to just chat. After half an hour Paul felt himself starting to nod off, he'd not had much sleep that night and he told James he needed to go for a nap.

It was nearing four in the afternoon by the time Paul woke up again. He showered and went out, this time wandering a little further into town. A little diner caught his eye and he went in for food. This time there were no surprise visitors and no messages and Paul was ok with that. As an only child, Paul was used to spending time alone. In fact, there were some days when it was all he craved.

However, on his mind he had the invitation from Ryan, he'd not been there when he woke up so he knew things hadn't started. However, the afternoon was now early evening and he had an invitation. It would be rude of him to be late. It would be tragic if he was too late. His mind wondered on what he might find, as he hurried back. While his mind wondered, his body was preparing. The mouse found himself walking back with a rather stiff problem between his legs.

Their door had no sock on it. For a moment Paul wondered if Ryan had maybe met up with the guy elsewhere and never come back. Or maybe they had already finished. Confident Paul returned and whispered in his ear that if they have finished he would just have to convince Ryan to start up again. If there was one thing he knew about Ryan, it was that he was always looking to start something fun.

He opened the door quickly and this time there was no pausing on the threshold, he stepped inside and closed the door immediately. There was no doubt what was going on in the room, the room was practically screaming it at him. It was so warm in there, and the scent of musk was heavy in the air. While the sounds of moans and gasps were echoing around. All of that was nothing but tiny whispers on the wind compared to the sight before him.

Ryan was on his own bed, with his friend. The muscular bull was laying behind his friend and the thrusting motions left Paul in no doubt what he was doing. The friend in question was a bear, smaller and thinner than Simon and yet still big enough to dwarf the mouse. He looked a little older but still young.

There were a few striking things about the bear. The first was his fur colour, dark green with a much lighter green on his chest. There were patterns of white patches along his arms and Paul wondered if they were a natural formation or maybe some perma dye body markings. Second was his horns, several on his shoulders and others on the right side of his head. Clearly, the bear was some form of exotic hybrid. Paul wasn't exactly in a position to ask for a genealogy of the stranger to know for certain.

However, Paul was in perfect position to see the look of pure bliss on the bear's face. His cock was swollen to painful erection in seconds. Ryan glanced up and paused in his thrusting, "well, about time. I thought you were going to stand us up." Chuckled the bull, as he began to thrust again, this time nice and slow letting the bear feel every inch. Paul gasped, remembering just how good those inches felt and wondering if he would feel them again soon. "This is Garin, he's been looking forward to meeting you. Garin, this is Paul, my horny little roommate."

Garin glanced up shyly, a slight blush on his cheeks, only for a deep moan to escape his lips as Ryan gave him a sudden hard thrust out of nowhere. Paul waved meekly, feeling both embarrassed and deeply aroused at the same time. A feeling he was growing far too accustomed to since Ryan had become part of his life. "Hi." the mouse muttered.

"Hi," Garin replied and then moaned again as the bull gave him another hard thrust.

"Ok, now everyone has been introduced, why don't you get naked and get yourself a mouthful of bear cock. Oh and Garin isn't just a normal bear, he's a super horny bear," the bull laughed at his own joke, and punished Garin for not laughing with several savage thrusts that made him whimper with delight.

Paul's eyes slipped down the bear's wonderful broad and inviting chest and belly to the waggling green shaft. It was far longer than either Ryan's or Simon's, but also much thinner and tapered. The green meat was glistening and bobbing, as with each thrust the bear's entire body jerked. It wasn't too late to back out. Paul knew Ryan wouldn't stop him, hopefully, Garin would even understand. His heart was racing as he pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. It may have been a personal best record time for Paul undressing.

He was down on his knees quickly, his paws reaching out and grasping the bear's cock. Paul flushed with embarrassment as he realised he had spoken one word to this stranger. More than that, his first touch to the bear was to grab his cock around the base and squeeze. However, any doubt's vanished as he heard the ursine moan with delight. His second touch to the bear was his lips sealing around the cocktip.

Garin's taste was far sweeter than either Simon or Ryan, almost no musk and yet a certain earthiness that was very pleasant. Paul sucked firmly pressing his muzzle down the full length. Through the shaft, he could feel the power of Ryan's thrusting. With each thump of Ryan's hips against Garin, the cock jumped in his mouth. His eyes closed and he focused on the taste, feel and sounds surrounding him.

Matching Ryan's rhythm, Paul began to bob and suck on the length in earnest. He loved the feel of that slick meat as it slipped back and forth between his lips. The smooth flesh, the heat, the throbbing as it coated his tongue with pre. Above him he could hear Garin, lost to dual pleasures, crying out again and again. Begging for more, begging them both for more. While he could hear the grunts and gasps of Ryan, sounds he had heard before. He knew the bull was enjoying himself, using his new friend's ass, both giving and receiving pleasure.

His own cock was dripping pre onto the carpet, it was begging him to play with it. However, he kept his paws busy, on Garin's ample furry orbs and shaft. Pleasure the others first and then he would have his turn. His turn! With two men. Only in his wildest fantasies had the young man imagined himself, between two hunky males. Being used for their pleasure, while being filled with pleasure at the same time.

The bear suddenly cried out, lost to the bliss of the moment. With a throb, the cock in Paul's mouth unleashed torrents of warm bear spunk, it flooded his tiny muzzle in seconds, spluttering out and down his chin and chest. Paul pulled off as he felt the need to cough becoming too strong to fight. He coughed as Garin's cock continued to spray, warm slick droplets spraying over his grey muzzle and cheeks. It landed in his hair and on his ears.

A deep rumbling moo announced Ryan's orgasm. The bear's cock waving wildly, as Ryan thrust into Garin with wild abandon, breeding him desperately through his orgasm. Paul watched the two, Garin's cock drooling cum in an almost hypnotic way, his own cock was painfully erect. However, with two others right before him, there was no way he was going to paw himself off. He didn't come to a threesome to jerk off while the others had all the fun, though he understood there were some people who would love that. Paul wanted to be involved, in the thick of it, and the thick of it very much in him.

Ryan moaned and pulled back. His paws disappeared and then suddenly a small object was launched at the bin. It bounced off the wall and down into the bin, leaving a small wet spot. The mouse gulped as he recognised the object, a very full tied off condom, the dirtiest of water balloons. "Time we say thank you to this little guy," Ryan announced suddenly. The said, "come on, stand up. Let's see just how excited you are."

Paul flushed with the heat of his mixed embarrassment and lust. However, his body reacted far quicker than his mind, leaping to his feet with a speed that any athlete would have been proud of. His cock jutting out proudly, smaller and thinner than theirs, and yet very much nothing to be ashamed of.

"Mmm, looks good enough to eat," Ryan announced and Paul couldn't help but smile. He never knew how much he loved compliments until they were aimed at his naked body. "I go high, you go low." The bull announced, and before Paul could ask what he meant, the bull was leaning over Garin and his mouth was around Paul's cock. The warmth of the tongue felt wonderful, the heat surrounding his trembling meat equally so.

Then, Paul felt a second tongue, licking over his nuts and taint, a horn gently pressing into his thigh as Garin went low. It was almost too much for the mouse, Paul nearly came in the second. Yet, with a firm bite on his lip, he held himself back from the edge of his orgasm. The other two would need to work for it if they wanted him to cum.

However, Ryan had always been someone willing to work for it. If there was one thing Paul could really admire about the bull it was his never give up attitude. Ryan's muzzle bobbed quickly, the broad bovine tongue lapping quickly. While, Garin pulled both of Paul's nuts into his mouth and sucked on them, a strange and yet wonderful sensation. Biting his lip again and again, Paul tried to hold off. His paws grabbed on to the bull's horns and he tried to distract himself from the pleasure building on his cock with a joke about having a horny bull by the horns.

There was no defence he could put up that would last for long. He couldn't feel anything but bliss as two guys worked to pleasure him, his eyes opened and he looked down. It was a mistake, the sight of Ryan's lips taking his glistening cock into the bull's muzzle, and Garin's muzzle and eyes looking up at him with a lustful twinkle, was too much for the mouse. With a desperate cry, his balls danced on Garin's tongue. While in Ryan's mouth, the bull was feeding on a healthy dose of mouse cream.

Paul's voice cried out in pleasure as he felt every drop of his seed being sucked out of him. Then he felt the mouth slipping away from his cock and four strong paws pulled him forward. He fell onto a warm mass of fur and muscles, three bodies squeezing onto a tiny single bed. The mouse rested atop the other two panting heavily. He could hear Ryan saying something, but his brain was far too lost to the afterglow to pay attention to any words. A marching band could parade through their room and Paul wouldn't even raise his head to look at them.

Suddenly the furry mattress he was laying on moved, and he slid down face first onto the actual mattress. A definite downgrade as far as Paul was concerned. However, his protests died on his lips as he felt two paws on his ass. Glancing back he saw Ryan behind him, the bull was pulling his grey cheeks apart. He had a condom held between his teeth, and Paul's soft cock was suddenly back to full mast.

Garin was standing up, but not still. The bear was walking back from the dresser, to sit down by the mouse's exposed rump. Then Paul found his voice again as two thick, and very slick, fingers were pushed to his pucker. After two previous nights action they slipped in easily and painlessly, Paul buried his face in the pillow. Not that it helped much, it muffled his squeaks of pleasure, but also stank of Ryan. The bull's powerful and sexy scent filled his lungs and his head spun.

The mouse wondered what the pair had planned for him. However, two thrusting and twisting fingers made him forget anything but the wonderful feeling of being full. His ass pushed back against them, wanting more. He knew what more felt like and his body was burning with need. Paws grabbed his ass and Paul felt himself being lifted up a little. The fingers were pulled away and then replaced by something thicker and longer.

He squealed out in delight as he felt a thick cock sinking in inch by inch. He guessed it was Ryan by the girth, but part of him didn't want to look back. This wasn't romance, it was fucking. That was what he wanted from them; just to try every last dirty desire at least once, every secret whim or lascivious daydream. Hot breath rolled up his neck and he could hear a voice above him grunting. He knew that voice, he'd heard those moans of pleasure several times now.

Then Paul felt a warm crotch pressing to his, bottoming out in one smooth motion. No pain and yet he could still feel his body stretching, struggling to take the behemoth into his tight rodent depths. "Oh fuck, you're so damn tight." Ryan moaned in his ear and then bucked, hard. Paul squealed as the cock inside him thrust hard against his prostate, his cock drooling pre heavily under his pinned body.

A gentle paw stroked Paul's cheek and tugged on it a little. He turned his head, only for his eyes and lips to be met by Garin's drooling cock. Paul was ever a person who could take a hint, certainly when it was as blatant as a cock to the face. His muzzle sucked on the cock, which was thrust eagerly into his maw.

Above Paul, he heard the sounds of moans, and lips smacking. The two male's using him were making out. He felt their thrusting synchronise. One moment he was stuffed to bursting with a cock in his mouth and ass, the next they were sliding out of him, smoothly. His body desperate to get them back inside. He was caught between the desire to move in two different directions at once. Stuck between two powerful males, using him for their sexual gratification.

Yet, he was also loving every single moment. It was different from his time with Simon, even to his time with Ryan. This was sex, pure feral and above all honest. No pretences, they wanted to fuck, he wanted to fuck. No dinners, no dating and no worries on did they like him. Although he was pretty sure that Ryan liked him as a friend as well as fuck-buddy. It felt liberating in a way he had never thought it would, this was his choice and he was at peace with it.

The thrusting grew faster, he cried out around the thick cock in his lips as Ryan pounded down into him. This thick bull shaft smashing against his prostate again and again. The power of each thrust driving him deep into the mattress, the bed creaked and groaned in a complaint to the stresses it was not built to take. His erect cock being driven down into the blanket, leaking and soaking the bedclothes.

Paul reached out with both paws, fondling Garin's huge nuts. While the bear continued to rut his muzzle. The long tapered cock pressing to the back of his throat and the mouse tilted his head. Garin's tapered length suddenly slipped deeper, and he struggled to stop himself from coughing. He felt the warmth and moistness of two furry nuts slapping against his chin. Above him, Garin cried out lost to the pleasure.

A powerful throb ran the length of cock in his muzzle and he felt warmth filling his belly. His eyes opened wide, but all he could see was green bear belly. As above him, Garin gasped and cried out more as he gave Paul every last drop. His spent cock was pulled from his lips and Paul saw the bear staggered back a little and sit down on his bed. The bear just watched the two roommates going at it.

"Just the two of us now," Panted Ryan in his ear, and then, in a typical Ryan-like move he added, "You are not going to outlast me, little buddy." The bull emphasised his point with three particularly savage thrusts, directly down into Paul's prostate. It was like his cock had homing abilities, no matter where it thrust it hit someplace wonderful. Floods of pleasure were rising inside the mouse. "Little... fuck-buddy." The bull groaned. "My own live in...mmmm yeah... fuck-bud."

Paul gasped with each thrust, his body pushing back. His ears burned at those words, knowing they were accurate. Ryan had shown he could get into his pants anytime he wanted. The two would room together for an entire year, and they were on day four of that year and his ass was full of bull cock for a second time. Yet something inside him sparked a little rebellious idea. He flexed his ass firmly, gripping the bulls cock as tightly as he could.

The success of his plan was instantaneous. A deep rumbling moan echoed throughout the room, and then Ryan grabbed hold of him. Ryan's fingers didn't just hold him, they claimed him. Squeezing the Mouse desperately, as if afraid someone might take it away from them. His cock was ramming home faster and harder than ever. Paul was driven deeper and deeper into the bed.

Just as Paul thought Ryan had lost the will to speak, he heard the gasped words, "Oh... my... fucking god... YES!" With a bellow of triumph and defeat the bovine pounded his cock home deep inside the mouse and gave in to his orgasm, thrusting wildly as he pumped a thick and heavy load into the rubber he was wearing.

However, Ryan had one last trick, a paw forced its way under the mouse. Paul squealed as he was jerked off hard and fast. His eyes rolling back in his head as he shot our his own smaller load onto the mattress. Their bodies writhed together, more on instinct than conscious thought. While the two basked in the afterglow, Paul mused on the difference in feeling. There was definitely something missing from this time. It was like a Sunday without a cherry on top, still great, just you kinda miss the cherry.

With a grunt, Ryan rolled off and Paul felt him pull out. The sensation of a full condom being pulled out of his ass was another new and odd experience. A few moments later the condom joined it's used brother in the bin, a twin mark staining the wall. Paul made a slight mental note to buy one of those mini basketball hoops and backboard for the bin. It would both amuse and stop the bull covering their bedroom wall with lube stains off bouncing used rubbers.

"Right, now we have partied, who wants to go hit a party?" The bull asked with his trademark confident swagger. Paul couldn't believe the stamina the bovine had to have to have just fucked two guys and be ready to party after less than five minutes.

"I... might give it a miss. It was an early morning and I'm kinda wiped out," the mouse replied while the bull and bear pulled their clothes on.

"Fair enough," Ryan replied with a grin. "You need to recharge your batteries, so we can play another round later." Paul laughed, but they both knew he was probably right, it was only a matter of time before they ended up rutting again. "Actually, Garin's flat isn't far from the party. So I'll probably not be back until the morning." As he spoke, Ryan's paw slipped down to grab the bear's ass. Paul laughed and shook his head, he hoped the bear had enough stamina to keep up with Ryan.

After the two left Paul grabbed his wash kit and took a little late night shower. He felt refreshed and exhausted by the time he got back to his bed. Paul was planning on just turning in, after a long and exciting day, even with a nap, he really could use some more sleep. However, when he got back to his room he saw his phone flashing to say it had a message.

"Hey, what you up to?"

"Nothing really, just thinking of getting some sleep," Paul added a comment about getting up at five am, then deleted it as he worried it made him look whiney.

"I'm at a party, it kinda sucks," the bear replied and before Paul could respond a second message came through. "I feel really bad about this morning. Wanted to speak to you all day, your roommate in?"

A warm feeling spread through Paul's chest. The sweet bear had missed him, "nope, he went out about twenty minutes ago, to a party. Probably the same one you are at."

"So, you are all alone?"

"Yes, all by myself."

"Do you want to stay that way?" The message caught Paul by surprise. The subtext in it was so huge it was hard to see the actual text for it. The bear was asking to come over.

Paul looked around the room, at the messy bedsheets from Ryan and the lube splats on the wall above the bin. Then he looked down at his bed, it was a single and yet... even with one person in it, it felt empty. "No, come over." The mouse paused with his finger over the send button and then added, "if you are sure," and hit send.

A knock at the door almost made Paul fall out of the bed and a familiar voice came through the wood, "I'm pretty sure." His heart racing the mouse approached the door, his paw was trembling as he opened the door. He wasn't sure why he'd done nothing wrong, however, he'd had no time to clean and he wasn't expecting this.

Simon was standing there, a slight hint of alcohol on his breath and a bashful look on his face, "hi... I sort of may have exaggerated about still being at the party. I just..." the bear looked down at his feet. "I didn't know if I'd be welcome."

The mouse stared at the bear and then offered up a paw, "of course you're welcome." He said as he took Simon by the paw. Simon stepped inside and Paul closed the door after him. With the door closed the mouse found himself lost in the warm, powerful and all-encompassing embrace of the large, slightly tipsy, polar bear. All he could do was return the hug, which was happily all he really wanted to do anyway.

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