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Chapter 18.1: Operation: Hump Day

Sol patted him on the shoulder and left him alone in the room, he closed the door and made for the other unused dorm room a couple of doors ahead.

Hunter sat alone on the dorm room's couch, blowing out some air. Hunter's cellphone rang, he answered.

"How's it going, Hunt?" said Sol.

"Just fine, tell me when to take the shower, I smelled like a musky onion here," Hunter said.

"Yeah, I've noticed. I will tell you when you can have a shower, it'll give you a ten-minute head start. It's too early for now, Okay? Once Robin knocks on the door, you come to him with a towel on. Got it?"

"Got it. So, how's that room you're staying?"

"It's fine, it hasn't been used for a long time, I can't imagine the shit that happened here, sex, drugs, and weird-ass Ouija rituals. Okay, listen, remember to leave the phone on and place it on the nightstand with the speaker on and mute it."

"Sure, and where's Natasha?"

"She'll be coming, don't worry. Just sit there, relax and we can talk anything to pass the time."

"Sure, Sol, so... have you done a prank where you were the bait?"

"Oh, yeah, sort of, you weren't there, Hunter. Sergio had me as the bait, I pretended that I spotted a group of piranhas at the beach and screamed at the people near me to run, and we got so much in trouble with the lifeguardand..."

The two continued to chat for about a half-hour to keep spirits up when Sol received a text message from Robin. "Hold on, Hunter, I got a text." The leopard could talk on the phone and text at the same time, he switched on the speaker and read the message.

Hunter was on standby, waiting for his next order.

"Hunter, Robin had texted now, he's coming over. You can take your shower now."

"Thank you, Sol."

"And leave your phone on the nightstand. Once he comes, he should be knocking on the door and that's your cue to leave, wear a towel, and answer the door. From here on, we won't be speaking, but I'll be listening to your tracks, okay? Good Luck."

"Thanks. There goes nothing," Hunter stood up from the couch. He walked to the nightstand next to the bed and placed it there, putting the phone on speaker and muted it. The screen goes black as if nothing happened, but it was still unhung.

Hunter let out a deep breath, "Well, here we go."

This was it, no turning back. Sol could not do anything but listen.

He unclothed his workout attire and stepped into the shower, he left the bathroom door opened, expecting to hear Robin knocking on the door. The shower felt relieving, it helped Hunter think clear and relax. He was glad to get rid of his smelly musk. The water was at the right temperature, cooling him off pleasurably on his warm half-tired body.

Something came into Hunter's mind, a sense of déjà-vu. He subconsciously turned around behind, but nothing was there, he picked up the body gel bottle and applied it onto his body. The wet dream he had was still fresh, but Hunter had settled down before Monday came. But every time he took a shower, the image of a naked Keanu came back in his mind, Hunter blushed quietly as he rubbed his furred body with soap, focusing by looking straight at nowhere through the tiled walls. But that wasn't enough, he felt warmer down there, Hunter peeved at his half-erected penis. Not now, Hunter thought.

Hunter rinsed off the soap, all the dirt went down the drain.

The door knocked; Hunter's ears twitched. He stopped the shower and listened to another round of knocking. Hunter shouted creatively, "I'm coming, Sol!" Hunter shook his whole body from head to toe, shaking off every single drop of water inside his fur behind the curtain. He stepped out of the shower, flatten his messy fur, and wrapped a cleaned towel around his waist.

Hunter walked out of the bathroom and heard the door knocking again. "I'm coming, Sol! You forgot the key, didn't you--" he swung the door open and was met with a startled young raccoon-man in an unbuttoned, short-sleeved black-and-gray flannel shirt that showed his white undershirt and dark-gray jeans. He was one foot less than Hunter's height of six one.

Hunter kept his cool, holding the door open. "Oh! Sorry, I thought you were my roommate," he said.

Robin quickly recovered the odd sight. He didn't expect to meet someone half-naked, but he kept his cool. Besides, he was quite an eye-candy. "Uh... it's alright, uh... am I interrupting anything?"

"No, not at all, I was finishing my shower when you knocked."

"Ah, sorry about that, I was going to meet your roommate here today."

"Huh, so you're his secret admirer, right?"

"Yeah, I'm Robin, nice to meet you," Robin offered his hand.

"I'm Hunter, it's a pleasure," he shook his hand.

"Can I... come over? Sol told me he will soon come over, he texted me that he is dealing with some serious stuff at his club."

"I see. Sure, why not," the wolf-man shrugged, "come in and have a seat, I'm going to get dressed. Man, I chose the wrong time to take a shower."

Robin laughed and assured him, "It's okay, man. I can relate."

The raccoon sat on the couch, picking his phone, and browsed online. Hunter grabbed his cleaned clothes from his backpack and walked to the bathroom without closing the door, leaving the door's fixed angle as Sol had left it.

Hunter's back faced the mirror as he stared at the toilet in front of him and removed his towel on his waist...

Robin sat confidently with one leg over the other, scrolling through online posts he followed. In his peripheral vision, he caught movements from the mirror's reflection on his right side. He quietly turned from his phone and saw Hunter's brown-furred back by the mirror, drying with his towel. He lowered his eyes carefully to see his lower behind, but of course, the moistened tail blocked the in-between of his well-shaped buttocks.

Hunter whistled as he picked his fresh plaid boxers and bent slightly down, his tail lifted, mooning at the flushing Robin for a brief second. He even caught a glimpse of his balls hanging between his legs. Calm down, Robin, calm down, Robin said to himself and looked away. You're just lucky.

Hunter pulled up his black shorts on, adjusting his belt, adding some deodorant spray in his armpits, and buttoning his short-sleeved button-up green shirt, but left three unbuttoned to show a little bit of his white chest. He came out of the bathroom without shoes on, he was cleaned and fresh.

"Hey, want some soda?" Hunter offered.

"Uh, sure, any kind," Robin said.

Hunter opened the small fridge and picked two mini cans of cherry-favored soda. They were nice and cooled. Hunter handed him one. "Here you go."

"Thanks," Robin took it and opened the lid, hissing some foam out.

Hunter sat next to him, opening his can and sipped it. "So, how is college going?"

Robin smiled slightly. "It's going well, it's my first year here."

"What's your major?"

"I'm taking cinematography and theatre class, too. Movies and plays are my callings, you know?"

"You want to be an actor?"

"Anything is possible here in California. There is always something to show to the world!"

"Cool. You know, Sol's father plays in Rexville Med?"

"Really? The one who plays Ezekiel Shade? Daniel Stone?" Robin said enthusiastically.

"Yeah, that's him."

"Wow, can't wait to talk with Sol soon!"

Hunter laughed as he sipped his drink. Despite what he came here to do, the company was kind of nice.

"So, what about you, Hunter?" Robin asked.

"Oh, I'm in my second year, studying at the Electronics and Programing department. I'm taking some programming engineering and other kinds of jazz, it's kind of complicated to talk about it if you don't know what I'm dedicating about, but it's pretty cool."

"I see," Robin looked up and down the wolf's form, Hunter kind of noticed it, but he wasn't sure what he was thinking.

Hunter finished his can and threw it at the small trash can, it failed, he stood up to pick it up.

"So... when do you think Sol will come?" Robin asked.

Hunter stood up, can in hand, and shrugged. "I don't know, I cannot predict his schedules most of the time, I'm often alone in the dorm in my free time."

"Humph, I see..." he drank the rest of his soda and placed it on the coffee table. His phone rang a text message from Sol.

Sol texted, Hey Robin. I might be coming a little later. Stuff had gotten kinda serious in the club. Can you wait for a little more?

Robin chuckled and replied a simple Sure and went back to Hunter. "Heh, I bet you're taking that advantage to bring a girl over in bed, huh?"

Hunter felt he found the right track. "Kinda," he scratched his chin, "but I don't swing that way, man."

"Oh, really?" Robin was genuinely surprised but calmed. "Two gay guys sharing a dorm? That's interesting," he said and stood from the couch, placing his phone in his pocket.

Hunter threw the can properly into the trash can. When he turned back, the young raccoon-man was at a legal distance between them, two feet. "Yeah, it was just a coincidence, but we got along well because of that."

Robin smiled, almost smirking. "Hmm, I guess we're going to get along just fine," Robin made one more step closer to Hunter.

"Did... Sol text you?"

"Yeah, he said he's going to be very busy at the club. I guess you're right what you said, being all alone by yourself in the dorm and all." Robin eyed him in the eye and smirked. Hunter waited for the right moment. "If you want..." Hunter neutrally saw him placing his right hand on his left shoulder, "...I can keep you company before Sol comes back, we can have fun together." Robin slid down his black-furred hand slowly onto Hunter's left upper-arm covered by the short-sleeve.

His heart was racing, but Hunter remained chilled on what he was doing. "But what about Sol?"

Robin smiled at him, not minding the consequences. "Don't worry, it'll be our secret."

Hunter was neutral, but not for long, trying to act natural and decisive at his proposal. Hunter looked at the right-hand resting on his arm sneaking under the short-sleeve, he felt his bicep being gently squeezed by the raccoon a few times, showing his interest in him. He turned back to face the smirking raccoon and slowly raised his left arm, curling it with the hand in place and flexed. "Well, I guess I can take up your offer then."

Robin smiled, giving a firm squeeze on Hunter's pumped bicep. He leaned forward and whispered, "Well, let's get to it."

Hunter lowered his arm and the two, slowly and steadily, did not hesitate to kiss. Hunter felt fired up, he got him where he wanted. His lust came back stronger, but he had to take control of it. Robin pushed Hunter on the wall that was a few inches behind him, the two were making out. The kissing was fine, tongues slipped by a little, and Hunter focused on just kissing him.

Hunter half-wrapped his arms around the young raccoon, keeping him steady from going anywhere, but he had to let Robin do whatever he wanted to do to him if he wanted to avoid the raccoon from suspecting any resistance. He had to let it flow and see how it would go.

Robin broke the kiss, and between heavy breaths, he took off his unbuttoned flannel and darted back to kiss Hunter. While making out, Hunter lifted his white shirt, both pausing the kiss again so Robin could raise his arms free, and threw the shirt onto the couch across. The raccoon's gray form was light but strong, he had a good-looking chest and slimed arms. Robin pressed on against Hunter's body for another intense kiss, their crotches were pressing one another, feeling the pleasurable friction between them.

Hunter kept in a watch, so far so good. He was aroused than ever. Robin quickly unbuttoned his shirt while kissing his thick neck, it tickled and pleasured Hunter. Robin opened the shirt, letting his hands explore the wolf's muscular body while making out. Hunter pulled off the opened shirt and fell on the floor behind him. Robin took a glance at his well-built body closer, one hand trailing down from his toned chest to stomach.

Hunter grinned cockily. "You like them, don't you?" he raised both of his arms, pumping his biceps and triceps.

Robin grinned back, "Fuck yeah." He dug into kissing Hunter and vigorously kiss-trailed toward his right flexing bicep, nibbling a little his mound of muscle and kissing multiple times. He lowered down and briefly dug his snout on his white-tufted armpit with the fresh smell of the manly pinewood-scented deodorant spray. Hunter stood steady, watching his steps, then he squirmed and struggled, leaning his head back on the wall when Robin teased his right nipple with his teeth lightly. Hunter moaned and huffed loudly against the wall; his chest heaved intensely while Robin had one hand groping his strong left pec while he continued sucking his nipple.

"Easy... easy..." Hunter huffed; he was stimulated in the right places.

Robin faced back at him, giving another kissing session while checking his eight-pack stomach with his right-hand's fingers. He reached for his belt and swiftly unbuckled it with one hand alone, opening his black shorts. Hunter had to admit, he was good at what he was doing. Robin grabbed his erected cock, jerking him off while mouthing one another as Hunter moaned obstructively. It had been a while since he had done it with Sol... or that wet dream he had.

The helping hand stopped gripping him, Robin kneeled, pulling down his shorts. Hunter, breathing heavily from his kisses, saw his plaid boxers' bulge producing pre on the tip, it was a lot.

Robin looked back at Hunter from below with an enthusiastic grin. "Let's see how big it is," he popped open the plaid boxers' buttons and pulled out Hunter's aroused penis. He gave him a full-length stroke, pre dripping from the tip. "Let's check out this piece of meat, shall we?"

Hunter felt the raccoon's tongue circling around the glands of his circumcised cock, it felt teasing, and could not wait to get it inside his mouth--

Hunter immediately woke up, almost forgetting what he was supposed to do! He nervously looked down, stopping his head from coming closer. Hunter kept his voice calm. "W-wait! Hold on! Save it, let's go to bed."

Hunter picked up the raccoon with his strength, Robin wrapped his arms and legs around the wolf and kissed him almost blindly on his face. He walked to the bed, he dropped Robin on the mattress which made a loud creaking noise from the wooden-made bed, and this signaled to Sol and Natasha to act on the prank.

Hunter stood for a second, the lying raccoon kicked off his shoes before pulling off his pants, Hunter helped him to take it off with the underwear and not minding his very aroused cock. Hunter dived on the bed, embracing Robin and both resumed making out on the bed.

It was hot, Hunter admitted it, but he had to keep him under control. He pinned him down and kissed his furry gray neck, he was sweating and huffing out a moan. He did not care if he were still wearing his boxers on with his aroused penis out because, at any moment, Natasha would come walking into the dorm and catching them both naked in this position. He was confident--

Robin got a grip and turned Hunter over on his back, he was caught off guard for a moment, but the raccoon went back kissing him. Hunter thought quickly and wrapped his arms around him from going anywhere and ground his cock against Robin's, kissing and licking his muzzle. Hunter still got control over him, but in the other way around. He waited for the big surprise that was coming for Robin as the two's breathed intensely at one another as they felt their cocks rubbing one another a little faster to keep up the pace. Robin could not move, he wanted to suck his cock, but Hunter had a very strong grip on him.

Hunter had his eyes closed, still making out and grinding with Robin, and waiting for the door to open and finish this. Hunter tried to think of nothing, nothing sexual in his mind and pretending he was sexually humping to Robin or... maybe Keanu...

It sneaked into his mind, it came back, Hunter tried not to think about it, but it came like a flash; the image of Keanu with no clothes on in the shower, stroking his cock to the very end as he faintly heard his own voice in his mind, moaning his name...

Ah, Keanu... I'm gonna... I'm gonna...

The thought alone reached to his rubbing cock, stimulating him like a shockwave. Hunter didn't know he was sub-consciously humping a little faster, he stopped but Robin kept rubbing on him, and he could not hold it any longer when he realized what was happening in his dazed mind. He was cornered. "Noo..." he groaned. His body went tense. "Fuck!"

Hunter intensely ejaculated and moaned, blowing a load onto Robin's crotch, and splattering onto his abdominals and pecs. Robin felt Hunter's body trembling underneath, feeling the throbbing cock soaking his. "What? Already?" he was disbelieved.

Hunter looked up at him a bit apologetic and embarrassed as he kept coming. "Fuck, I'm so--aah..." He leaned back his head on the mattress when he felt another jolt of his orgasm. "Oh, fuck..." he huffed.

Hunter let go of him and Robin could sit up, looking at the aftermath; Hunter's muscled torso was splattered with his bodily fluids from his ceasing cock, one last drip came out from the tip. Robin had no words to say about this odd outcome. He was disappointed that it ended too soon, and he could not laugh about it as he saw how embarrassed and upset Hunter was. He patted on his left chest. "It's okay, it happens," Robin sincerely said.

Hunter looked at his mess, he sighed embarrassedly and leaned his head back on the mattress, breathing through his afterglow. Robin kept comforting Hunter awkwardly, patting his chest when they both heard the door opening.

She walked briskly into the room and called her acting boyfriend. "Hunter are you there...?" she froze in place, letting out a loud horrid gasp at the sight she was seeing. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING FUCKING THAT RACCOON!?"