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Hello, and welcome to reading my FORTIETH story here on Sofurry!

It's been a great time, and I want to thank you all for continued readership. I would probably not be writing this story without the encouragement I have gotten from you in regards to my published stories. Thank you all, you've made my day so very often!

And...what's the best way to celebrate than to be business as usual and go on with the smut!

If you like the story, please be free to drop a word, or a vote, or a fav. It'll help me to write 40 more stories, and they'll probably be better than this one.

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Happy pawings y'all!

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I only thought stuff like this happened in SoFurry stories.

I lay on my dorm bed, all sprawled out in my black and white glory and my striped blue pajamas, my laptop set comfortably over my tummy and my paws resting off to my sides while my eyes were glued to the screen. My round wire-rimmed geektastic Harry Potter glasses were giving off a little bit of a glare off the bluish glare of the computer screen and I had to adjust them a little bit on my snout before relaxing back again. The computer was playing SAW VII which I had ruthlessly nicked from the Internet, and all in all, it looked like to be a nice late night of moviewatching and possible some more interesting antics later on as well, if I was in the mood, heheheheh.

Hey, you, just because I'm a big geeky panda bear doesn't mean I don't have the means and the wish, if you know what I'm saying. Being 20 years old and horny is never too easy when you're living in a dorm and sharing the room with another guy. I my case, he happened to be pretty much hunky too, which only added to the trouble of morning woodies induced by the sight of my roomie stepping out of the adjoining bathroom only clad in a towel...being used to dry his mane, if you know what I mean.

His name is Clayton, and tonight, like it was the case on most Wednesdays, he had gone out with the intention to have sex with some "easy pussy" as he put it so lovely while giving me a slap on the shoulder and saying that I should go out and see if I could make black and white babies with some big-assed bear girl. I, being the closet case - or ambiguously gay as I hoped to appear so as to have even the slightest chance of ever getting a boyfriend without actually introducing myself as Ru, the gay panda chemistry student. There were a bunch of us at the university, representatives of the rainbow end of the spectrum, that is, but none in the chemistry department as far as I knew, and thus, I think I was better off as the slightly heavyset geek of a panda rather than the slightly heavyset gay geek of a panda.

Did I mention that I'm a genuine Asian geeky kid? My family has been living in the US for 100 years now, and I don't even know any Chinese or anything like that, but still, I'm as a beautifully pandasome as ever thanks to my ancestors only sticking to fellow pandas when it came to husbands and wives, and my parents chose a very traditional name for me, too. Apparently it means "scholar", or so I found out on the internet. I wish they would've named me something...common, like..Colin. Or Jim. Or...James.

James Panda...that sounded kinda awesome.

Anyway, rambles like this have made my friends remove me from their Facebook friends lists after reading my terribly long wall postings, so I better get on with my story or you'll be clicking the "Previous page" button faster than I can recite you the atomic masses of the alkaline earth metal group elements from the periodic table.

The little clock on the corner of the computer screen told me that it was almost 1 am in the morning when I heard the familiar sound of hooves clopping on tiled floor from the quiet corridor outside. That was followed by the fumble of keys and the click of a lock just before the whiff of cheap alcohol hit my nose and made it wrinkle. I put the movie on pause and pushed my screen down a bit to see better what was going on, and in the dim light I saw my roomie enter the room.

Clayton is almost eight feet tall, ripped, and his fur is very smooth and about the color of a Snickers bar. His mane was black and really fluffy, because he had the habit of running his hand through it to make himself look more sexy, or so he told me once when giving stupid poses and only wearing a swimming Speedo. I could barely wait for him to leave for a swim before I had my own pants down and my paw was going mad over my steel bar of an erection while my dirty brain reran the image with mathematical precision.

Currently he was only wearing a body-hugging T-shirt and some old jeans with slightly torn knees. The jeans do little to hide the huge package in front of them, and I was pretty damn sure that it might have been even bigger than usual tonight. Only the smell of booze was in the air, so I supposed that he had not gotten lucky, as he had boasted that he would do with a 110% certainty.

In fact, the chocolate horse seemed outright drunk and pissed off.

He didn't say anything to me as he put away his keys and phone and wallet down to his desk before clopping over to his bed and collapsing down to it with a deep sigh. I watched him sideways, and saw how he scratched his washboard belly and his chest. The front of his T-shirt had some sort of a stain on it, possibly a result of a spill while enjoying another beer or something like that, and I didn't really want to think of the feeling of cold beery cloth clinging onto my chest. The silky feel of my nice pajamas was much more preferred to that.

"Good night to you too," I spoke to him, tilting my head to watch the dark lump of a stallion collapsed on his bed.

Clayton's black, ropey tail swished a little between his sprawled legs. The big horse snorted and neighed and rubbed a hand over his broad muzzle. I could see a row of pearly white, square teeth when he yawned.

"What-fucking-ever," he snorted.

"You're in early. You didn't even wake me up like you usually do," I replied.

"Weren't you supposed to be studying...polygons?" the drunk horse inquired from me.

I flicked an ear and smiled a little.

"It's polymers, Clay, not polygons. And I took a night off. There's just so much even my brain can handle."

"Wonderful!" the stallion shrugged. "Makes as much sense to me anyway."

Clayton huffed a deep beer breath and let his arms fall to his sides, displayed nicely to me though I didn't dare to ogle too much.

"Is there anything there that blows up?" he asked.

"It's mostly plastics...", I offered.

Clay didn't seem to like my explanation at all, for he again snorted and neighed and flicked a tall ear at me.

"You're so fucking boring."

I snuffled but didn't hang onto his words too much. As I watched, Clayton rubbed his eyes with his knuckles and snorted.

"Fun party?" I asked.

"Lol, fucking hell-o shit no!" Clay's tail trashed. "It was a total fucking bust and utter fucking SHIT!"

I barely flinched at his profound use of profanities and hoped that the walls were thick enough to keep our neighbors from waking up as he bellowed out like a wild colt having some sort of a fit.

"Such a shame," I told him in a voice that was probably not just a little annoying.

The big horse's momentary madness subsided after a while and he just lay there, a tall horse boy sprawled motionlessly on his old dorm room bed. His hooves almost clicked against the footboard, he was so tall. The wall above him had a big poster of a bikini-clad mare posing on the hood of a red sports car.

"Yeah, we were fucking stuck at Limbo's place," Clayton detailed, mentioning the name of an obnoxious lion whom I had once found asleep from our bathroom floor.

"How so?" I asked, knowing that he would tell me anyway.

Clay was again scratching his chest, and I was pretty damn sure I was seeing his nipples through the fabric of his too tight T-shirt. He always wore them a size too small to better show himself off.

I can't say I could blame him, though.

"Because the fucking cat's gone and broke his leg while rollerblading!" Clay snuffled.

"Oops," I flicked an ear.

"I mean..," Clay scratched the side of his muzzle as he spoke longwindedly, "It was more like, he was trying to rollerblade after drinking tequila with Jizzer and Cuckoo, and he ended up falling down some stairs with them and he was really lucky that he didn't fucking crack his head open or something like that!"

I slipped a paw between the keyboard and the half-folded screen of my computer, sensing that I would not be having any peace to finish my movie anyway, and I put the computer down and rolled over to my side. I watched the excited horse lay there as a floppy piece of stallion and I snuffled at his tale.

"Well at least he didn't kill himself...this time."

"Yeah, fucking right," Clay hissed. "He can't even drink booze, man, because of...damn, fucking hell, what's that stuff that House takes all the time? Like...pills?"

"Vicodin," I supplied patiently.

Clay neighed.

"Yeah, that's the stuff, he's on that...Vic-fricking stuff, and he can't drink. He was all woozy, though, so fucking good for him!"

"I hope he did stick to no-booze line."

"Yeah," Clay snickered, "I mean, he was all out of it, man, he just sat there and kinda dropped off once in a while even when Taycee was dancing on the table, man! That otter's fucking nuts, man!"

I re-arranged my slight lopsided glasses and snuffled.

"So, you didn't go out because he can't drink?"

"No, bamboo butt, because he can't fucking WALK for five weeks!"

"Well, you could have left him behind...," I tried, knowing that logic didn't really apply to drunken frat boys.

"What, leave Limbo fucking behind? No way, man! He's a friend and you NEVER leave a friend behind! Don't you have any friends, man?"

I tipped my head in a kind of a "whatevah" gesture and kept watching the drunken horse lighten up his conscience.

"So, it was you, Limbo...Taycee..."

"And Jizzer and Cuckoo and Bambi all at the frat house with Limbo," he finished off my sentence dismissively, "yeah, there we were. Plenty of beer, because everyone was told to bring a six-pack, but no girls, man! Chronic lack of boooTAY!"

The stallion snorted and threw his head back while moaning and groaning loudly before flopping that big head down to his pillow and burying his face in it for a moment before looking up to me again.

"I'm sure that Limbo would have been happy if you'd gone out to have fun in his honor."

"Nah, man, that sounds like he's dead or something fucking like that!" the horse exclaimed.

It seemed damn difficult to reason with the drunken stallion tonight, so I was pretty much ready to give out. I rolled over to my back and stared up to the ceiling, considering whether I should just slip under the covers and go to sleep. I heard Clay move on his bed too, probably lying down the way I was, and there was the telltale sound of scratching again, and by my expert ear, and a tiny little peek from the corner of my eye, I knew that he was going to town on his balls through his jeans. My cock gave a little bit of a twitch inside my baby blue pajamas and I made sure to tilt my knee to make sure I was perfectly safe.

Clay just snorted.

"Oh man, I guess it could've turned out okay if Cuckoo hadn't put on some porn on the television," he grumbled.

My ears perked almost involuntarily and I tilted my head to look at him, trying to judge what he was about to say next by the sight of him.

"Eh?" I huffed.

"Yeah, the fucking coyote brought in a DVD of Bonnie Berkowitz's latest gangbang and put it playing just like that!" the horse snorted.

He was still rubbing in between his legs and I couldn't even dare to imagine where his fingers might be touching through his jeans while he continued his rambling tale of a failed night.

"Did you watch it?"

"Yeah, for like...I dunno, an hour?" the horse shook his head again. "Oh, man...that mare was taking it up any hole the guys could find! She even let this fucking hung bull drill her ASS while she sucked off a donkey with a ten-inch dick!"

Clay's hand was still firmly lodged between his thighs and I was pretty sure that reliving the porn flick was making things happen inside his jeans, but I felt oddly...unerotic despite the stallion's best attempts to describe everything he found hot in the sleazy entertainment.

"...then that cougar blew his wad all over her tits and then she licked it all up before getting another pear necklace from the bull. His balls were like the size of footballs man!"

I tried my best not to make face and let him go on.

"Oh, man, we were pretty boned up man..."

That made my belly - and okay, something else, too - clench briefly, and my ears perked again. Was he just telling about noticing other guys sporting boners?

"Yeah?" I tried to sound as uninterested as possible.

"Yeah, man, I mean, a whole fucking hour of endless fucking...hell, we only stopped watching because we ran out of beer and Limbo started to talk about not feeling his pawtoes in his cast leg, and needing more Vic...stuff."

My mind briefly conjured up an image of an unconscious lion lying lifeless on the floor with a gangrenous leg swelling up to alarming proportions, but it was quickly pushed aside by Clay' s neighing.

"Oh, hell, wish there'd been girls...I'd taken Cuckoo's bed out for a test run as revenge for bringing that porn...or maybe Jizzer's...he's got a bigger bed...better springs...Dorleen Jones' tits kept bouncing around mad when I did her from behind on that bed..."

I cringed at the idea of my roomie having actually tested the springy qualities of his frat friend's beds in such a manner, and decided to distract myself by removing my glasses and putting them carefully down to the nightstand next to my bed. I rubbed my muzzle a little and then decided that simply going to sleep would be the best course of action considering that Clayton might keep going on for a while yet, and he might actually start calming down if he thought I was asleep and there was nobody there to listen to his...tales.

Clay was going on about how much beer he'd drank and how Bambi had used one of his antlers as a bottle opener, but I was too busy fluffing up my pillow and getting under my cover so as to pay too much attention to his words for now. I slipped comfortably into my familiar bed, already warmed by my body heat after I had been lying on it for a couple of hours. My bed smelled pretty much only of myself, unlike Clay's which had suspicious hints of feminine scents and perfume and...stuff in it, something I had sampled in passing whenever I would go near his side of the room. My bed smelled of big bear and his shampoo, both things that would be more than welcome for my weary nose to lull into sleep to.

There was still the matter of the stallion to deal with, so I looked up to him.

"I'm going to sleep now, Clay," I told the stallion who had gone silent for now and simply lay on his bed, looking uninterested in general.

"Hmmmmpph."

"Clay, I need to be up at eight so that I'm well in time for my laboratory exercises. Try to be quiet, ok? And remember to throw up in the toilet and not the sink, if you have to, eh?

"Whatever, Ru."

"Good night. Don't steal my good from the fridge when you wake up at six am feeling hungry."

"Night, Chinatown."

I decided not to point out that my family had never EVER lived in anything resembling a Chinatown. I checked my phone on the nightstand and made sure that it would wake me up on time, and that my glasses were there within paw reach, and that my computer was okay and safely away from the floor in case Clay would get up at night and stumble over it with his hooves. After these customary checks, I clicked the table lamp standing on my nightstand shut, and the darkness fell over us heavily.

I decided to turn to my other side so that I was facing the wall instead of Clay, and closed my eyes while arranging myself more than comfortably under my covers. I decided to make myself as comfy as possible, knowing that Clay might still continue his raving once the shock of being plunged into darkness wore off. For the moment, I could only hear his breathing as a slightly ragged sound coming off the other side of the room. His bed creaked a little as he tossed and turned around a couple of times, and then he made that particular snuffling sound I always associate with his jaw-cracking yawns. There was a bit more rasping coming from him scratching whatever part of his body that might be covered in denim at the moment, possibly his damn big junk, the thought of which would probably give me a big morning trouble should I keep that trail of thought. I resisted the temptation to turn and peep over even if it was mostly dark, and tugged the covers all the way up to my chin.

Maybe he'd go to sleep immediately, just for once...he'd fall asleep and we'd both be sleeping at the same time instead of him stumbling back at five am smelling of booze and cigarette smoke and girls, if he'd gotten lucky. With a body like that, it was a rare thing when he didn't, too. I mean, Clay could have modeled underwear if he'd been into that kind of a thing. I bet he would've caused a surge in sales and awkward hard-ons if he posed for a Calvin Klein briefs ad.

Now the bulge model of my dreams was rapping the side of his bed with his swishy tail as he tried to calm down his buzzed and booze-addled system. Perhaps it'd been better if he'd been so damn drunk that he fell asleep as soon as he found himself horizontally oriented, but instead of that he was now tossing and turning and snuffling and generally sounding like he was trying to haul a heavy burden down a road. He'd probably looked pretty great doing that, too, all sweaty and bulging and being all too damn inspiring all sudden. I did try my best not to ogle him when the opportunity for that arouse surprisingly often, but sometimes a boy bear had to do what a boy bear had to do, and feast my eyes on that tight brown rump and his package and abs and pecs and...

Damn...

My pajama fronts were already filling up as my thoughts wandered a bit too far into rivulets of sweat falling down between the crevice of Clay's big chest while he toiled in the unrelenting sun of my mind's eye. A fantasy or not, it was enough to make my bear bits swell and throb within my sheath. My balls itched, but I resisted the urge to give them some relief with my trusty paw. Clay was fully awake still, as far as I knew, and I wasn't in the habit of taking onto my paws when he was present. The stallion was away so much anyway, that I knew several pretty comfy afternoon hours when I could kick back and go at it and get rid of the strong-smelling results before he'd show up after skipping yet another lecture. I knew from similar scent evidence that Clay sometimes performed the duties during his turn at the morning shower, which of course didn't help me at all when I was trying to get my furs into good shape without giving myself a REALLY good stroking down.

My ears flicked at the sound of even more shuffling and yawning coming over from Clay's side of the room. I heard the rustle of cloth and decided that he must have buried himself under the covers as well. He muttered under his breath but I couldn't make out the words too and decided not to pay too much heed to them.

"Hmmmmhh....mmmmhhh....hhrrmrmmm...mmmmmmppphphhm..."

Clay neighed and I heard the shuffle of a pillow being rearranged into his liking by padding it with his hands. The next breath from him told that he had now pressed his face against the pillow and he was breathing through his nose, snuffling heavily. I cupped my ear not resting against the pillow under my paw to block out the remaining sounds and again tried to keep my mind from wandering too deeply into lecherous imagery about my roomie, or...well, anything too sexy in general. I felt a little bit of a perv for that, but hey, compared to Clay, I was virtuous. I couldn't understand how they could claim that gay furs always thought about sex when there were people like Clay...

"Nghhh..fucking Bonnie Berkowitz and her bottomless pussy...," he muttered, more audibly now as he had again rolled to his back, probably. "Yeah...yeah...shake that ass...show up those juicy cherry lips...ohh fucking yeah...let big boy give them a really wet kiss...yeah..."

He snorted and huffed now, and he goddamn SLURPED his tongue somehow while still going on about his porn flick.

"...yeah...take it...yeah, you make me so horny with your booty..."...more shuffling.

"Take all those big inches up the pooper and be a good bitch...yeah...so tight...uhhh..."

I wanted to go "LALALALALALALALALALA" to block out the drunken porn monologue - if only because listening Clay making that rude small talk was making my cock throb even harder against my belly - and I also wanted to tell him to shut the hell up and let me sleep, but doing that would indicate to him that I was indeed hearing all this take place.

"Push the booty back to my dick...yeah...yeah...," the dirty stallion went on while his bedsprings squeaked in a manner that indicated that he was probably dry-humping the air in his desperation or something stupid like that.

Then I heard a metallic click and even further rustling, and my heart almost stopped even as Clay mumbled some more.

"...yeah, sweet, sweet pussy..." he rumbled deeply and there was another of those metallic clicks.

The meaty slap of Clay's what must be humongous cock against his belly pretty much caused my own likely more modest member to go into convulsions against my fuzzy belly. I throbbed madly and could hardly breath while I listened to the stallion snorting and starting to stroke himself.

There was absolutely no mistaking the ever so familiar sound of a cock being caught into a paw and then stroked slowly. He must've been boned up ever since watching that porn for the sound of his meaty slipping through his fingers and against his paw was wet and almost slurping as his unseen but definitely HEARD meat was caressed by the horned up horse's very own hand.

I tried to double my efforts of blocking the sounds out and trying to hum a little in my throat while pressing my ear shut with my paw again, but the hot snorting and the slippery slide of a stallion cock being masturbated only eight feet away from me was making it excessively difficult to simply giving in to my own desires and seizing the opportunity to make the best of it. There was no way I could do anything to myself now, but the memory would probably make for months' worth of pawing-off material.

Clay neighed and I heard further metallic jingling and rustling as he probably tried to get his jeans further down along his pretty butt and thighs. It was followed by his sigh and a hot snort, and more huffing and lewd slick sounds coming from the intently jerking off stallion. I could hardly believe that we'd shared a room for so long and I'd never caught him in the act before, so to speak, but this illicit witness I bore to him was being way more erotic than it probably was supposed to be. Here was the big stud of a brown horse pulling his pud and making a complete debauchery of himself while I, the unsuspected roomie, was listening and getting my balls painfully blue out of the simple act of listening him relieving the huge amount of erotic tension in his system.

"Hmmmhhh....yeah...fuck...good bitch..." his externalized internal monologue went on and on while the horse pawed himself off and seemingly was enjoying it as much as he ever did.

It was damn difficult not to simply roll over and spy at him a little with my eyes, too, dark or not, but I didn't think I could risk being discovered to be peeking at him doing the dirty with himself with me in attendance. I couldn't even dare to slip a paw down over to my belly and give myself at least a little bit of a relieving squeeze while my own little private...live action phone sex line went on in the other side of the room. The amount of snorts and snuffles and grunts was making me wonder where Clay was this time when he was having sex with a girl, too. Knowing him, he was probably even worse...playing the big boy that he was and taking it to the ultimate level of cocky confidence and outright horniness while he'd put his one horsepower, one cylinder engine into full use.

"Yeah, Bonnie...ride it...nhgghh yeah," the bedsprings and the bedframe were making an unmistakable sound now, and I knew that he had probably grabbed his cock with both of his hands and was now fucking up into his own fists while keeping the fantasy up with his own dirty talk.

His hooves made hollow sounds as the snapped against the footboard of the bed, only adding to the myriad of erotic sounds coming off behind me. My cock throbbed even more insistently now and was practically begging for any attention from me, any kind of a touch, and for a moment I considered rolling over to my belly so that at least there'd be the friction of the cloth and the warmth of my own belly to give me some relief while this ordeal lasted. I'd probably have to make a run for the bathroom once I was sure that Clay had fallen into drunken stupor.

"Spread those mare lips for big boy...rub that clit against my cock...run it...NGHHHHHH...fuck...!"

His breath hitched and his flesh made more slippery sounds, and judging by his breathing and the intensity of his bucking up from the bed, he was pretty much close to blowing his load already. Clay neighed and cursed under his breath pretty loudly and let out a stream of the customary "oh, fucks!" and "yeah, bitch" kind of things and I tried my best to keep still, and then, to my surprise, I heard an even more loud a "FUCK" and his breathing turned even more ragged, and the wet, slippery slide of skin on skin stopped.

"Oh fucking MAN!" he yelled.

My eyes popped open and unwittingly I rolled over to my other side, over my back so that I would not pin my sizeable cock under myself even for a moment, and ended up to face his side now. There was very little light except for some light coming from the window and letting in a bit of the street light glow from the outside.

It was still more than enough to give at least a basic outline of Clay the stallion on his bed, lean, buff body taunt and with one of his paws still clutching over his MASSIVE cock while he breathed hotly and loudly and snorted and huffed and peppered it all with hissed curses.

"Fuck, hell..."

I took a deeper breath through my nose to make sure whether he had cummed or not, and only got a hint of stallion musk and plenty of my own, but no telltale flood of masculine spunkiness was evident in the air, and thus I was able to determine that my roomie had not brought himself off.

"Oh, hell..."

I tried to close my eyes again and not to look at him, but it was proven to be impossible. I couldn't help but watch him there, taunt body still in the posture where he had fell after failing to paw himself off into an orgasm. His cock was held in his hand and rose as a tower of masculine flesh up from the very bottom of his belly and even in the near darkness I was pretty sure I could see it to be glistering. The fleshly member hovered and likely oozed some pre even now, and my eyes were fixed on this display of unleashed malehood while my own by comparison puny cock made a sort of a mess inside my pajama bottoms by drooling out alarming amount of pre.

Clay cussed under his breath a few times more and then let go of his cock and just lay there.

"Goddamn fuck...not enough...not enough...damn..."... Clay snorted.

I watched how his hand squeezed over his thick cock again and then lifted it and let it fall heavily against his belly again, making a thick slap against his shirt-covered abs. That shirt would smell great, I was damn sure, and my own cock agreed with a painful throb. He must've been really pent up by now, mind filled with beer-fuelled sexual images and hormones and plain horniness and stallion spirit. He was a man made for breeding, that was sure indicated by the size of his equipment and the muskiness in the air that surrounded him now.

"Goddamn..need more...need more..," he practically chanted to himself..."...need pussy..."

He trashed around in his misery for a few seconds more and then, to my horror, the horny horse started to get up from the bed.

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut and quickly clutched the edges of my bed while there was a falling sensation at the pit of my belly. If there was even the slightest chance that Clay had caught me looking...that he'd seen me ogling at him while he pawed of when he thought he was in private, drunk or not...all hell would surely break lose.

I kept my eyes closed and held onto the duvet for my dear life as I listened to his hooves make contact with the plastic surface of the floor and then clop around as he paced, it sounded like. He still breathed heavily, but I think that my panicky mind kind of made up the sound of his jutting cock swishing through the air. I more than expected him to head to the bathroom to finish up what he'd been doing, and wouldn't have been utterly surprised if he had made it out to the corridor too and wander to seek out some other kind of help.

"Nhhh...hot and tight..."

His mumbled voice suddenly came much closer than before.

Hands landed over my shoulder and my hip and yanked on the duvet covering me. Clay was strong, and my panic-clammy paws were no match for him, as he pulled the covers away from me and tossed the duvet aside, landing somewhere to the door. The cool air suddenly hit me and my eyes opened with a snap and my body naturally curled up a little on myself. I almost ended up to the fetal position, knees pulled up and one arm clutched around them while the other was folded near by head. My bleary eyes turned up to look at him.

I didn't have the time to even utter his name when I felt those same paws grab onto my side. The stallion snorted as he put his weight into the maneuver and actually hauled me over so that instead of my earlier lying down position I ended up to my knees. My tail twitched inside my pajama bottoms at the sudden move.

"Clay!" I yelped.

The bed shook as he was suddenly in it, landing with a jingle of his belt buckles that clicked against each other. Something fleshy slapped against my right hip and I gasped at the feeling, even more so than when I felt Clay's hands grab one of my legs and pull it back a little, and then do the same to the other.

I crouched there, frozen and gaping and unable to speak when I felt him tug on my heavy, short legs, grabbing onto them through the thick furs. I felt his hands over my hips again, and now he pushed his fingers under the waistband of my pajama bottoms and pulled.

"Clay, what're you doing!!" I shouted, turning my head and trying to crawl away from the stallion.

His hands were heavy on my hips as he grabbed them on both sides and pulled me back by my ASS for fuck's sake. At the same time his body moved forward and his hips ground against mine.

"Clay!" I yelled again as I felt his huge cock press against my ass.

It felt warm and huge and it was lodged against the valley of my butt cheeks and it was wet and it pulsed and it was ALIVE and connected to a stallion hunk who was in bed with me.

I tried to squirm some more to get away form him, but Clay wound his arms around my chest and leaned over me, pushing he down and forcing my head down. My paws grabbed his arms and I tried to pull on them, but the heavy stallion lying on top of me was too heavy.

I was really starting to get scared now. Here I was, being pinned down by the aroused stallion whose cock was pressing against my ass and who was using his very weight and strength to make sure I would not move. His breaths were hot huffs against my neck and ears and sent shivers down my curled spine.

Despite the fear making my belly clench and my heart leap, my cock still throbbed mightily where it bobbed between my legs, unattended and abandoned but certainly not unnoticed. The fact that my hunky roomie was pressing me down to my bed completely unannounced didn't seem to be a problem for my cock, even if my sensibilities spoke otherwise.

"Clay, Clay, man, stop, yeah?" I muttered, trying to look at him over my shoulder, even if it was a bit difficult from my current posture, on my knees with my head down and my ass up and being pinned by his hips.

Clay's arms tightened around my body as he ground his hips more firmly against mine, still leaning heavily over my entire back and pressing me down. His chin pressed against the back of my neck, and he huffed hotly.

That motion caused his hot, slick cock to rub against my ass even more intently than before. It caused my small tail to switch again, smacking against the shaft of his obscenely big cock.

"Come on...need some more...can't get off..."the stallion grunted against my neck as he kept up that slow but heavy rub of his hips against my butt.

"Clay!" I groaned at the feeling of that huge tube of flesh stroking so close against my vulnerable tailhole.

His huge, swaying balls were practically slapping against mine as he held me down and covered my whole body with his, holding me close to himself as he kept up a slow rhythm of pushing against me.

I stilled again, when I felt a brief press of his teeth against the scruff of my neck.

"Come on...Ru...I know you want it...know you're gay...," the stallion husked, squeezing his arms even more tightly around my midriff while he dry-humped his mighty stallion tool against my crack.

His rumbled words caused my ears to flick down against my skull and a gasp of surprise escaped my muzzle.

"Yeah...," the stallion still rubbed his cock against my ass.

I felt his knees press against the backs of mine as his lean body almost felt like it would meld with mine while he held onto me. I was fluffy and soft and warm and round while he was all muscle and smooth and so damn much on me.

"...I saw your porns on your computer once, Ru...big stallion cocks...I know you want mine," he crooned and punctuated his words with thrusts of his fleshy hips against my spongy rump.

I huffed, and I felt a tremor shook through my body.

"Bu...but I didn't know you're..."

"I'm not a fag," the stallion growled, huffing hotly against my neck while his hips pressed flush with my butt, his teeth again felt against my neck when he held me so hard that I was starting to fear for my ribs. "Just need to get off....nhhhhggh!!"

My belly clenched with fear as he slurred the dirty word over and neighed. Then he was moving his hips slowly against my ass again, stroking that thick cock of his between his own belly and the warmth of my rump in a clear attempt to take whatever he could from my body to get into his goal of busting his nut.

I also knew that whatever Clay was planning to do, it would not happen against my will.

Hell, how could I have turned him down if he suddenly wanted to play the other side of the field? I'd never known Clay to be attracted to guys or showing any signs of that, but if he was one of those college guys who turned bi after enough beer, just how lucky was I being? Hell, he might end up drilling me another one down there between my now pre-slicked rump cheeks, but at least I'd take the resulting inability to sit with pride at having the stallion I had watched secretly for almost a year now.

Still, I managed some words.

"Clay, whatever you want...ahh...!" I gasped as I felt his hips make ever the more strong thrusts over my butt, really grinding that hot slab of meat between my rump cheeks.

"Just wanna get off," the stallion rumbled almost absent-mindedly, repeating his earlier, slurred words.

I felt his arms shift now, and then I felt his paws move form my sides, down over my furry belly and then off to the sides again as he still held me over my sides with his arms while his paws pressed against my fleshy thighs heavily, carefully avoiding my cock still fully hard and curved and pressing against my pre-matted belly. I felt his hips tilt back and the heavy weight of his cock rested against my ass Clay moved himself, his throbbing tool stroking over the fur of my rump while his hips distanced themselves from me.

For one tailhole-puckering moment I thought he might try to shove himself into me balls deep with any lube or fingering or any preparation at all, which I knew to be a must. Clay obviously was in a drunken state and probably not too aware of the intricacies of gay sex to begin with anyway, so I was just about to open my maw to warn him against trying whatever he was planning to do before I felt the blunt, slick head of his cock press against my furry ball sac.

I felt my cock twitch and slap lazily against my belly as I felt the pressure of his cock down there against my balls and my taint. I knew that all he needed to try and make me into his own personal spit roast was to push his hips just a bit further upwards so as to let that huge cock slip against my pretty much virgin-to-horse-cocks kind of a tailhole.

Clay neighed and pushed his hips forward, and I was already preparing to say bye-bye to my anal sphincter when I felt the pressure against my balls increase, and then, suddenly, his slick cock slipped between my fluffy, fleshy thighs and remained lodged there.

Damn he was big...

He must've almost reached my belly with that thing even as it was pushed there, between my legs, trapped in the hold of my black-furred, fluffy things which were now stained by his copious precum. Clay snorted against my neck and I felt his hips press flush against my rump while he pressed himself firmly to me.

"Nhhhgghhh...you're my pussy now...," the stallion slurred against my scruff.

Then Clay began to hump me, his thick stallion cock sliding slowly between my thighs while his hands pressed on them and kept them closely together so that he had kind of a very hot, very warm, furry tunnel to push his cock into. My ears flattened as he referred to me as his pussy, but I was still more worried whether he would be actually try to fuck me up the tail.

The brown stallion's hips ground against my molested butt while he continued this odd dry-fuck, really using my body for his purposes without any regard for my own needs. My cock was as hard as ever and dripping pre over to my sheets, and I was sure he added his own there. My forehead bumped a couple of times against the wall as my body rocked form the force of Clay's body colliding with mine, and I tilted my head down and rested it against the pillow.

This move exposed more of my neck for the stallion on top of me, and he kept breathing hotly into my neck furs, and judging by the wetness, he was also drooling a little bit, too. Clay kept pummeling my body with hard thrusts, putting his weight and all the muscle he packed in his ass and his legs as he trusts against my body, taking his pleasure from me. I could only try to stop myself from banging against the wall against by keeping my weight on my elbows and paws. The bedsprings were singing again and the bed banged against the walls on both sides of it where it could reach the drab grey wall. He was making a lot of noise with his neighs and nickers and huffs, and I was at least as loud as the bed. My breaths came as little grunts and I was feeling quite breathless despite being such a passive participant in this sudden affair. Nonetheless, every thrust of the strong stallion's cock between my clenched thighs also pushed his hips firmly against my rump and caused the air to escape from my launch by the very force of the impact of our bodies.

The horse on top of me also lasted surprisingly long, considering that he'd been horny for who knows how long and had also unsuccessfully albeit spectacularly tried to paw off only moments earlier before he had mounted me. He huffed and humped my ass and kept telling me that I was a good pussy for him. His splayed hands pushed against my thighs and made sure that I was providing him what he needed for his unaccounted inches of thick, veiny horsecock currently seesawing between my pre-slickened thighs.

I guess I was taking it like a man, or as well as I could, and I didn't even shudder when his teeth again pressed over my neck, and the big horse on top of me announced with a stream of curses that he was going to cum.

"Ohh yeah...yeah...yeah...hot pussy...yah...gonna blow...gonna blow your ass...yeah...come to me...come to me...take it..." to borrow some of his legendary litany while he slammed his hips against my rump and ground himself there in place while his trapped cock jerked and began to shoot a huge load of horse cum.

I got a spray right up to my chin at the first show, dand my pajamas got soaked even faster than the sheets while his cock jerked in the warm semi-cavern of my thighs and painted my black furs white in places with his constant stream of thick, sticky, ropey and damn funky stallion cum. I gasped as the hot jizz dripped down my chin and almost without thought my maw opened and my tongue slipped out to catch a taste of whatever was sliding down my jaw. My tongue was now covered in Clay's potent horse cum and even more kept shooting out his pent-up balls and all over me and the bed.

Then I felt his body move, and Clay's cock was pulled free of its resting place, and one more spurt of cum was squeezed out of him, perhaps by the shock of losing its friendly and warm nest. Horse spooge covered my ball sac in thick gobs and some of it even ended up in my taint and over my rump cheeks as his cock gave another weak splort of cum before the stallion collapsed on top of me.

My knees gave out and I ended up on my belly in the puddle of cum he had provided, and my own straining cock found itself swimming in this newly acquired pool of jizzz. It was covering my chest and my neck and my belly and even my balls. Ending up into the warmth of this soaked cloth and slick manly fluids combined with the pressure of both of our bodies bearing down on us caused me to unload too.

My balls pulled closer to my body and a fire was lit somewhere inside me while I added my cum into the offering he had given me before. I gasped and grunted from my surprise paws-free orgasm and tried to ride out the feeling the best I could despite the weight of the big stallion resting almost fully on my back.

Clay still clung onto me and wasn't showing any signs of moving away. Instead his hot breaths still fell over my ears and my back while his spent if still very hard and imposing horse cock was secure and nudged against my crack once more.

I tried to catch a few breaths and actually had the time to wonder what the hell I could say to my roomie in about two minutes when he'd realize that he'd almost-fucked a guy and was now lying with him in a pool of cum and huffing and puffing and generally being all stalliony.

Clay solved the problem by belching and mixing a dose of beer-stench air into my breath before he collapsed down to his side, slipping away from me and simply lying there, unmoving.

The next thing I heard of him was his snoring, as I realized that my surprise sex partner had actually fallen asleep right after leaving his "mount". I shook my head with disbelief and watched at the lump of dark horse currently lying on the bed with his back pressed against the cool wall.

"Goddamn you, Clay," I snuffled and sent a small glob of horse cum flying from my nostrils (I've no idea how it got there) and to land into a splattered pattern over the stallion's neck.

The horny horse rumbled appreciatively in his sleep and flicked an ear as if he was trying to repel a too curious a fly. He was all curling up and despite the fact that his cum-stained cock still pulsed as proudly as ever against his belly, he managed to appear almost innocent in his beer - and sex-induced slumber.

I knew he was a mess, and I knew that I was a mess, both literally and also, not.

I knew we'd probably be even more of a mess in the morning when the truth of the night would dawn on Clay like the morning rays of light painted his furs a particularly attractive shade of that Snickers brown. Right now he appeared mostly black in the very dim light that was available, complete with the occasional cum stain he had sustained from lying on top of me after spraying my broad black and white back with his pearly stickiness. I felt considerable amounts of it getting sticky and dried all over my belly and back and between my thighs. That invited scratches, and I still had a bit of a trouble believing the amount of cum he had managed to pump out of those low hangers of his. I wondered briefly just how I was going to ever get my pajamas or my sheets clean without raising the suspicion of having a gay orgy in my dorm.

They never had to worry about dirty laundry on SoFurry stories, did they?

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