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This is an idea that I had a while ago, but a good burst of inspiration finally gave me the energy to type down 14,000 words of good and honest furry drama! *chuckle* Hopefully it is a nice read, I had a good time writing it all, and I wish that the feeling translates for the reader as well.

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*

I used to be pretty regular college kid until that morning when I got a serious case of the gays. Perhaps, if I speak wholly honestly, I could admit that maybe there had been some...curiosities before that, but nothing compared to what happened on that Sunday morning around eleven am. It'd been a pretty fun night last night, and that of course meant that I had a hangover. I'd woken up around half past ten and dragged myself out of bed because I felt like eating something salty and spicy, and surely a nice burrito from the small place on campus would provide me what I wanted.

That's why I was on the move on that Sunday morning, and happened to catch the sight of Nicholas' tight rump going up and down when he jogged down the graveled path, clad in a training T-shirt and some shorts that left very little room for the imagination to determine just what kind of an ass was hidden under the black Spandex. There was the wolf, going at a breakneck speed that seemed all too casual for the early occasion, and he was trailed by his buddy Joel, a tiger like me, who didn't ssem to have to struggle to keep up with his friend's running pace.

I stood there like a fool staring after him. My head hurt a bit, my muzzle tasted pretty rank and worst of all, the boner that sprung into my jeans was of the persistent kind. It was there when I made my slow way to the diner and ordered my burrito, and sat down on a plastic chair to eat it, and still it was there. My hard-on remaining there for the duration of me devouring down my hangover-easing snack, and reminded me of itself with every step I took as it rubbed on the inside of my boxers when I took the walk back. My mind was in a haze, and it wasn't just because of the booze, or the memory of the girl I made out with last night, even though it didn't go further than a bit of hanky-panky behind the couch. Just one of those things that happen when you're drunk, you just want to start kissing furs...I mean...girls.

So there I was now in my dorm, my roomie thankfully away for the weekend so I had the whole place for myself, as I laid down on my bed and thought about the weird experience. Nicholas Ashton...second year med student, like his buddy, Joel...always seen together wherever they went around the campus, coming off lectures, going to lectures or to the cafeteria, or the bookstore...always the wolf was trailed by the buff tiger. We'd talked a couple of times, I guess, us chemistry student hang around with the med students every now and then, they had to do some chemistry, they knew the deal. Sometimes there were joint parties, and surely if I was a good party-going tiger, so was Nicholas, who always ended up with the nicest-looking girl and left the scraps for Joel, who probably accepted them thankfully, from his awesome buddy.

I probably should have been wondering why I was suddenly remembering all kinds of things about Nicholas, like the fact that the corners of his eyes wrinkled a little when he smiled, or that he winked to me once on the line in the cafeteria, when I gave him a nod for a hello. I remembered that we had went for the same girl once at a party and he had emerged as the winner, but I didn't mind, I found a nice cougar to get it down and dirty with, so I had nothing to lose for Nicholas. He just happened to be very fit and muscular and smart and probably very rich, too, because he was going to be a doctor, after all, so perhaps he had some family background to it. He also had a car, not a sports car but nice enough to catch everyone's eyes when he would be driving it, usually with the familiar face of Joel or some girl sitting on the passenger's seat. Just a typical showing-off car, for a college guy who had plenty of things to show off.

So why the hell was he making me show off a boner in my pants that still wouldn't go down? Wasn't it dangerous if you had a boner for like...an hour and a half? I gave it a quick squeeze to make sure that it felt normal and it did, pretty much, moist and good, nothing wrong in the works, except that it was a dude boner, not a hot chick boner.

Why Nicholas?

Well, why not? He was hot, rich, smart and all the above, and it was he who had been strutting his stuff all along that paw path, as if he was really some sort of an exhibitionist. Maybe he got off on showing off his toned body to furs, girls or guys, though I didn't know whether he'd want some guy to show him some attention for it.

I shouldn't even be thinking about that!

I was straight...well...probably at least 99% straight, since I really liked girls, but maybe that one percent was the famous bi-curiosity that emerged after enough booze. Well, I hadn't really taken the habit of checking out guys even when I was really drunk, but like I said, I...well, I never was completely blind for the sight of a good-looking guy. I sure as fuck didn't want to do anything with them, because you wouldn't see a hot guy like me walking paw in paw with some dude, hell no! Wasn't it just normal to like seeing nice things, and maybe even...

NO!

It wasn't normal for a straight guy to get a boner, not even from Nicholas' great ass and general awesomeness. It was probably a bit gay, thinking that he had those qualities, but I really couldn't find an argument to tell me that he wasn't just as hot as he seemed to be. No wonder that even straight guys got hard over him, surely that must've been some kind of a record over just how hot a guy could be?

Straight...

It was a comforting word, and I didn't have to doubt it. I loved pussy, touching it, licking it, sticking into it, and I liked boobs, too, plenty, and I liked doing all those things a lot. I didn't even really like doing anything anal with a girl, and that's what gay sex is about, doing it in the ass, I guess. I hadn't really done a girl in the ass, well, let's just say when I was young and innocent I did ask one girl once if she wanted to do it in the butt and she said fuck off and I didn't get a fuck at all. But guess there was more to being gay than wanting to do it in the ass, maybe that was the holding paws thing, or wanting to kiss a guy and hold a fake marriage with one of the dudes dressed up in a wedding gown. I sure as fuck didn't have any want for that sort of gayness at all, it's not something I wanted to do.

So did I want to do something in the ass with Nicholas? I dunno, my cock wanted to do something the last time I saw him, but that didn't mean that it wanted to get into some guy's hairy butt. Maybe I just wanted to BE like him, and simply got hard on thinking about all the girls I could get if I looked as good and hot as Nicholas. That might have been it, I guess.

I gave my proud dick another squeeze through my jeans and decided that maybe if I took care of the problem, the strange ideas associated with it would also disappear. Maybe being hung over simply messed my mind up good this time, even if I didn't drink so much last night.

I whipped the good old tigerhood out of my jeans and went to town with the traditional race to finish approach, since I wasn't in the mood for edging, I just wanted to get that tension off my body and then maybe take a nap and get to doing some homework in the afternoon. I played with my barbs and copped a good feel of my balls and let my mind wander to all sorts of sexy thoughts that were sure to get me off in no time. There were boobs and pussies and nice asses and bodies, ideas that were easy to summon and recall, memories of good past conquests that had made me feel like the real stud. Surely it was the best thing a guy could have, a hot girl who'd get on all fours and ask you to do it hard. That always felt awesome, and I was a good boy and of course obeyed such a call and made then purr at least as many times as I did, and being a bit cat, I could go a few times with only short breaks.

I began to breath heavily as my paw raced, and I felt the tension grow and become warmer, more widespread in my belly when I simply concentrated on the great feelings I was giving to myself. I did have the presence of mind left to grab a tissue from the box on my nightstand where I'd left it yesterday during my morning ritual, and I simply dropped it down over my belly and spared my paw to grab on my balls for a little bit of an extra feeling.

"Okay...there we go..."

I purred and rumbled and felt my cock twitch in my paw when the pleasure peaked and I shot my load over the waiting tissue, leaving several white streaks there when the watery stuff made its way out of my pulsing balls. The tired afterglow washed over my quickly, and I laid there, panting and simply enjoying myself, floating in a gentle cloud of pleasure. My cock was still hard, but I knew that if I didn't play with it more, it'd slip back into its sheath. I rumbled and sniffled the musky air and felt good with myself, like any guy who just got off, and was happy that I had sorted out my business again. I wouldn't have to worry about my misdemeanor, this sort of stuff probably happened to all guys every now and then, when they were a bit hung over and not really themselves.

*

Fuck.

It was Wednesday and already I had tossed off at least three times thinking about Nicholas Ashton's ass. I did twice on Tuesday and once on Wednesday, in the shower, while my roommate had already left for his lectures, so that I had it for myself and didn't have to worry about any funky scents.

It's all because of what happened this Monday, I swear, It was weird, I was in the campus bookshop trying to find the course book on alkali metals we were working at, and there was Nicholas, the perfect, smoothly furred, combed, nice-smelling wolf, walking down the aisle. He had a bag slung casually over his shoulder, containing an iPad which I often saw him fiddle with, and he wore nice jeans and a nice shirt that was casually unbuttoned to show off some of his chest, and he walked with a confident gait, as if he was the manager of the place or something. His deputy, Joel, followed him behind him, perhaps not as great a sight with his striped shirt and glasses and backpack, but nonetheless, he had Nicholas' approval, and he walked with him everywhere, after all. Even then they were laughing, something Nicholas had said, I'm sure, because he turned to say something over his shoulder to Joel, who smiled back and flicked his ears and swished his long, striped tiger tail at the wolf who returned that with a slap from his own bushy tail.

I just kinda stood there and watched them go, and I must've looked like I was lost, because when they reached the shelf where I stood, Nicholas stopped and gave me a look, and smiled.

"Hey, Seth...wasn't it?"

"Uhmmhumhu."

I'm sure I said something like that, before I managed to utter a straight a proper: "Hi."

"Hi, weren't you at the part last Saturday?" the wolf asked me, and when he smiled, perfect, pearly teeth glimpsed between his teeth.

Fuck...how could I have forgotten that Nicholas was at the party, back at the wolf fraternity...I was there! And surely Joel was there too, and a whole lot of other furs as well, besides those I knew...oh yeah...my ears flapped back when I remembered catching a glimpse of Nicholas at the party...maybe he just hang around with other furs and I was too stuck with my booze and my own acquaintances and the girls...

"Yeah, I was," I answered to him.

"Thought you were," Nicholas grinned and flicked an ear at me. "See you around, Seth."

I watched him go, and Joel gave me a quick look ,and then moved to follow his idol, down the aisle of books. My maw was probably a bit open out of shock, and I stood there like an idiot for what must have been minutes before one of the staff members came to ask me what I was doing and whether I needed some help in finding a book. I jumped out of it and asked for my metal book and got it, although that particular book remained unopened for that night since it was spent in me wondering just why the hell was I thinking about Nicholas' smile!

It was the beginning of the slippery slope. Soon I was thinking about his handsome face, and then his muscles, and then his ass, and then wondering just how much he was packing in the cock department, and that led to a boner, and soon I was going at it, in the bathroom when my roomie was out to hang with friends, so that I could flush down the evidence and spray scent killer everywhere, even over myself. I smelled like a toilet brush when he came back, and laughed at me for it, but I took it like a man.

Like a man who had just thought about a man and jacked off to that thought!

Fuck...shit...fuckshit...shitfuck...

*

Wednesday required two times pawing off to keep the weird thoughts away, and the second go was simply because I went out to catch some soda and maybe a chocolate bar from the convenience store and there was Nicholas doing his afternoon run, I guess, probably all sweaty and loving the burn when he zoomed down the gravel path that lead from the dorms to the university faculties. I stared at him and Joel making the run until they disappeared behind the big fountain, and I almost forgot to do my shopping for the shock that the renewed hardness in my pants caused for me.

That was too weird, I decided when I was in bed and lights were out and I was simply lying back and thinking about life in general. I had not gotten at least two confirmed man-boners and a couple of extra ones while just thinking about getting one, and that surely was all too much for this to be just a one-ff thing. What the hell was happening? I wasn't into dudes, I wasn't going to try to pick Nicholas up or something, that just wasn't what a big guy like me did, right?

I went to the gym on Thursday and pumped some iron and felt better when I was exhausted and padded over to the showers to soap myself up and get rid of the sweat covering me. There were a few other guys washing themselves there as well, and even though I really didn't think about it, I found out that I did give a few of them a glimpse, maybe just to see what a wolf looked like naked, or a bear, and my brief looks only told me that they looked pretty much the same as in porn, but without boners.

I also noticed that a lion checked me out, too, something I knew from the fact that he must've been looking at me for at least a minute while I soaped up my belly and my sheath and then concentrated on washing all the suds off my body. He was still watching me when I opened my eyes again after letting the water rinse over my head, but when I looked at him, he quickly tilted his head down and stared at floor instead.

I felt weird and odd when I toweled myself off and left the gym and walked friskily back to the dorm and flopped down on my bed and wondered about my gym visit. So what if I checked out a couple of dudes to see how they compared sheath-wise, surely everyone did that? I didn't want to see their cocks or cop a feel, after all...and there was even that naked wolf there, and Nicholas was a wolf, and I didn't get a boner from looking at that wolf...just nothing serious at all, I guess.

But then I did think about Nicholas, and I got a boner that was so resilient that I simply had to jerk it off before I could get to doing my homework, and there were piles of it. Molecular lattices were a sure boner killer, anyway, and I did it happily, the distraction was very helpful in setting my mind straight.

*

Then came Friday, and that meant party party party! I put on my best clothes and my best cologne that was supposed to mimic real tiger male musk, though for my nose it just smelled weird but apparently girls loved it so I put an extra dose under my armpits. I combed my mane and washed my teeth and gargled and slipped a couple of condoms in my wallet and generally made myself ready to have a great deal of fun at a frat party.

It was an okay party, I chatted a lot with the furs I knew, danced a bit with a vixen, got some beer splashed on me, and queued up to use the only bathroom for like half an hour. I did catch the eye of a tiger girl, a year older than me, with a great rack and a nice, swaying tail she didn't mind to be tugged at, when I tried my luck and she liked what I did. We chit-chatted a bit and judging of all things she was going in hot and bothered, because soon she took me upstairs to a room she said she knew to be unused and she pushed me down on some random frat wolf's wolf-smelling bed. I couldn't really believe my luck when she started some sort of a makeshift lap dance, grinding down over my hard dick and taking off her top so that I could see her boobs...and she didn't wear any bra! I copped a good feel and she liked that too, and nibbled on my fingers when she found them, and guess that was a big turn-on for her, because soon the skirt went off and then went the panties, and she told me that there was a certain little service she expected out of me before I was going to have any chance of getting it properly on with her.

I wasn't one to disappoint, and simply told her to saddle up and licked my lips suggestively. The tiger girl got the idea and soon I had her straddling my muzzle while my tongue and lips did X-rated things to her prime quality dripping pussycat pussy, every guy's dream. The girl was purring in no time, and the taste of her on my lips was sure to make my own boner rock hard and wanting immediate visiting rights into that very same pussy. I got her off twice before she told me that she had gotten enough of the appetizers, now was the time for the real deal. I did managed to fumble the condom out of my jeans pocket and she rolled it over my hard cock in one smooth motion before the girl slammed her hips down on me and we were in action!

It wasn't really a long ride, she was already so hot that only a couple of minutes were needed to get her off for the third time tonight, soon to be followed by the fourth and then the fifth that happened a few moments before I too felt my body give up and I shot my load into the condom while still buried inside her. She dived down to give me a sloppy kiss over my pussy-juice-stained lips, and she didn't seem to mind that taste at all. I wouldn't call it much of afterglow cuddling, though, because soon she got off me and stood up from the bed, naked and purring, and began to gather her clothes up.

"Thanks, stripes."

I didn't even get to ask her last name or her phone number before she was already gone out to the ruckus of the party outside, leaving me naked on some random frat wolf's bed with a cum-filled condom attached to my still hard dick. I breathed hard and wondered in my beer-addled mind whether this had been a particularly satisfying sexual encounter, I only got off once, she did it five times, after all!

I rested my head on the pillow and realized that the wolf scent was quite strong there. I took a deep sniff, and the smell intensified on my nose, filling it up, and I felt an odd twitch go through my cock at the muskiness. I took another experimental whiff, and I realized, after yet another breath, that the wolf smell was doing things to me, I had just shot my load but now that I was breathing in this interesting smell, I was actually keeping myself hard, staying aroused and ready for more action, even if I didn't have a partner at paw. My cock remained hard and idly, thinking that it wasn't a big deal, I pulled off the used condom and tossed that away, leaving me with a hot and bothered mindset and a cum-stained barbed cock needing some attention.

"What the hell..." I decided and grabbed myself, murring to myself at the pleasurable sensations flashing through my lower body from the contact.

I began to jerk off fast, a fucking pace, really, thrusting into my paw, letting my hips work just the way they had done when I was doing the tiger girl before, when she rode me hard and fast. I rumbled and purred and breathed deeply, my nose full of the musk of the wolf who owned this bed, now destroyed and marked by me as I had solo sex over his sheets. I still couldn't realize why the smell was so nice, but it did make me feel more aroused, it was different from the girl's smell, it still lingered here, but the wolf was taking over.

At first it was just random, without personification, but slowly, as I worked my paw and my hips on my hot length, my boozed up mind slowly fixed itself on an image, a wolf, smiling, grinning, winking and flicking an ear. It was Nicholas, of course, the very same wolf, the image became solid and it combined Nicholas with the naked wolf from the gym, added the scent from the bed, and the look in the eyes of the lion in the gym showers, looking over at me. I tried to push it out of my mind and think about the girl who had just ridden my cock, but I couldn't, the scent was everywhere, the images were everywhere, and soon I wasn't sure whether I was actually imagining that it wasn't my paw there, but Nicholas, riding me hard..

I shot all over myself, messed up my paw and my shirt and left a big, musky stain there, unmistakable tiger spunk now coating the front of my shirt. My eyes popped open and I sat up, shocked at the sensation of cooling cum sticking the cloth of the shirt over my furs. The realization of what I had just done hit me hard, as fast as the renewed smell of cat cum, the feel of my cock pulsing in my paw, and the fact that I just got off thinking about having sex with none other than Nicholas.

I had more acute things to worry about, like the fact that I was in some random dude's room, covered in cum, and had no pants on. I scurried up to my paws and put on my clothes and then decided that some minor humiliation might be required, and poured half a cup of beer all over the front of my shirt and my trousers to make it look like that all the wetness was actually the result of me stumbling and splashing my own drink on myself. I decided that it looked convincing enough and then staggered down the stairs back to the party floor, passing making out couples pressed against the walls and a coyote who had taken off his shirt and was waving it in the air above his head while singing off-key along to the song blasting from the stereos.

I got all the way down to the ground level, before I froze at the sound of my name being spoken by a familiar voice.

"Seth!"

I turned around and found myself facing Nicholas, looking at me with a curious expression, and his nosepad wrinkled, probably as a sign of his disapproving notice of my stinking beer marinade covering my body.

"Hi..."

I muttered.

"Hi," that was Joel, whom I realized to be standing by Nicholas, overshadowed by his awesome buddy, as always.

I realized that the two furs were staring at me, probably because I was wild-eyed and had beer all over myself, and maybe they were even smelling the mixture of cum and girl juices on me, barely hidden by the smell of the cheap beer. My ears flattened.

"You going strong, Seth?" Nicholas smirked, and winked.

Fuck...

"Yeah, sure," I waved my empty cup in my paw, as if to show that I was going strong enough to even go to get more after getting most of it sloshed all over myself.

"Keep it up," Nicholas smirked and patted my shoulder quickly before he disappeared into the throng of gyrating bodies, trailed by Joel and his looping tail he kept close to his legs to make sure that it would not be trampled upon in the dancing crowd.

I couldn't stay, it was too much, I couldn't be in the same place with Nicholas, not after the thoughts, the...images that my mind had made up when I was having a bit of fun of my own...with that fucking pillow...the wolf scent that had pushed my brain into thinking all those things. It wasn't normal, it couldn't be, I was a straight guy, I didn't want to turn gay at the instant I happened to catch the sight of Nicholas, that just wouldn't do.

I walked back from the party through the cool night air, determined to sort my mind out. The thing with the wolf bed and the idea must've been just me being pretty drunk and still horny from my encounter with the girl who knew what she wanted, and that didn't include letting me ride her pussy through a half a dozen orgasms. She got what she wanted, and I got one shot at her, and then another in my paw, but it wasn't the girl I was thinking about, it was...Nicholas..

I shook my head and snorted, loudly, walking under the streetlight that illuminated my miserable path along the sidewalk. A car drove past as I stomped onwards, paws stuffed into my jeans pockets as I made my hunched way. This made two sexual things that had happened because I had gotten odd feelings because of Nicholas, and the wolf hadn't even done anything to do it! So why the hell was I thinking about him when I jerked off, even after having just fucked a girl's tight, wet pussy and LOVED it! I even ATE out that pink hole and munched on it good. My face probably still smelled like pussy juices, it was like a war paint or something, over my muzzle, telling about a victorious battle with that tiger girl in the frat wolf's bed. I should be proud of that conquest and not think about a random extremely good-looking wolf with tight buns.

I sighed and hid under my blanket in my bed until the morning came and I woke up with a booze hangover, a sex hangover, and with a bladder that almost caused the toilet bowl to overflow when I went out to relief it in the morning. The sight of my pink cocktip poking out of the sheath once I pulled it back for the purpose of taking a piss reminded me of last night, of that same barbed tip going inside a girl's pussy. It was always a glorious feeling, that, sinking into a warm opening like that and then seeing how much it was turning on your girl as well. It was the feeling being a male was made of, I was pretty sure of that, not about...

Fuck...

...not about other things. I shook myself to rid me of the last droplets and let my sheath resume its natural duty, stretched myself a bit and then treated myself to a nice hot shower before thinking about going to get some breakfast. Surely this weekend could be had without any idiotic detours concerning Nicholas.

Well, it was almost successful, since the next time I jerked off thinking about the wolf happened only on next Monday morning, when I only had a few minutes to do it before my roomie would want to use the shower, so I had to act fast. I leaned one paw against the shower cabinet wall and let my paw move quickly over my cock, the hot water still running over me, while I tried to think about the hottest thoughts I could come up with to get off as fast as I could.

For whatever reason that ended up being the idea of Nicholas, posing at me, shirtless, with a big bulge in his pants, and then he turned around, waved his tail, shook his ass and smiled over his shoulder, saying...

"Here, big guy...I dig tigers like you, Seth..."

_ _

I shot a huge load all over my paw and washed it off, quickly, and then rushed out of the shower and almost slipped on the wet floor and only barely made it out of the room in one piece, wrapped in a conveniently bulge-hiding towel just when my roomie walked past me and into the probably pretty funky bathroom.

*

All week, it seemed to be getting increasingly worse and worse. During one lecture, I found myself sketching Nicholas' butt on the corner of my notepad, and then realizing what I was doing, I quickly covered it up with my marking pen and felt heat blaze all over my cheeks. Why did I keep thinking about him? I wasn't gay, I had never wanted to do anything with a dude, let alone...anything, not really, but now something seemed to be happening to me that I didn't understand. Was I turned gay? Could it just happen all sudden, just like that? Was this a crush? I had crushes on girls before, they didn't feel like this, there wasn't this intense...odd flutter in my belly and generally feeling weird whenever I strayed to think about Nicholas. It was odd that I thought about him so much anyway, we weren't friends or anything, we were only casual acquaintances, or maybe not even that, but here I was, always wondering about what the wolf might be doing.

But then again, I did saw him every now and then, got reminded that he was there, here in campus, walking around confidently, smiling to furs he knew, followed by the tiger in the striped shirt and glasses. Where there was Nicholas there was Joel, but I didn't mind the tiger, I wanted to look at Nicholas, spy him, follow him with my gaze, and see if he'd look back to me...

Wait...

...hold on...

I wanted him to notice me? Wasn't that why young furs teased on girls, to get their attention because they liked them? Did I like Nicholas? Surely I didn't, he was a dude, I wasn't into gay shit, I wasn't into any of that, I wasn't...I didn't want to...

But then again, last Tuesday...

"Oh, hi, Nicholas!" I waved my paw at him at the corridor, and caught up with the leisurely walking wolf

_ _

"Well, hi, Seth, what's up?!" he spoke to me, I being the image of a busy college student.

_ _

"Oh, just got myself this really nice coffee!" I beamed ,showing off my takeaway cup..

_ _

"Smells nice" that was Joel, commenting over Nicholas' shoulder.

_ _

"It's really nice," I smiled broadly.

_ _

"That's cool," Nicholas smiled, and gave a glimpse at the fur standing behind him. "But I think we gotta be running for our lab hour now, isn't that right, Joel?"

_ _

"Yep!" Joel flicked his ears.

_ _

"See you around, Seth," Nicholas smirked, winked and went on his way, followed by Seth.

_ _

Fuuuuuuu...

What the hell was I getting from having that kind of a stilted conversation with the wolf in question? It's not like that was any kind of a proper conversation to begin with, nothing meaningful about it, and nothing that'd get us to know one another, something that was surely important if...if...

If what?

God, this was too bad, it was making my brain go in circles, I couldn't think straight.

STRAIGHT!

Yeah, that was the word, I was straight, and just a little bit swayed to explore all kinds of weird sexual thoughts when I had gotten a little bit of beer into my system. It's not like I wanted to actually go to a gay bar and hit on a dude and get busy with dude, I just...well...I think I was a bit curious about one particular dude, and that happened to be Nicholas, the handsome stranger. And he was surely straight and all man, nothing queer about him, he was the real deal, an All-American genius and a bit of a jock and he'd never think a single gay thought, I was sure of that.

Why was I even wondering about his sexual orientation in the first place? I'd seen him making out with a lot of girls, like I had made out with a lot of girls, and had sex with many of them, and it had always felt great, and fun, and good, and heterosexual, and I had never wanted to replace boobs with a dick. I was a straight college tiger who...who...who...damn...

It didn't really matter at all, did it now, I had only thought about him a few times when I was jacking off, I wasn't about to make a move at the wolf or anything like that, it would've been like suicide, a complete social death at paw when the jock tiger was revealed to be trying to hit on a straight guy. No girl would ever want to make out with me again, or come with me upstairs to have no strings attached frat party sex, if they'd think that I was gay and only liked to tap hot med school wolves.

Or one wolf...

It wasn't proper, I wasn't ready to become a bisexual, or gay, or...no, I wasn't sure what it could be if you only like done dude and none others. I even tried looking at some dudes around the campus, to see if I liked anything in what I saw them, but it was all very clinical to me. Maybe I saw a nice smile or nice arms or a nice swing to a tail, but there wasn't any reaction in my belly or inside my pants, it was just a quick look and that was it, I didn't get anything out of it. Maybe I was just making this all up in my mind, and I was just being generally completely ridiculous about this.

"Hi, Seth, mind if I sit here?"

I looked up from my slowly going cold coffee sitting before me on the college cafeteria table, and saw the familiar face of Joel, the bespectacled tiger, Nicholas' buddy and favorite tiger.

My ears flicked with surprise, quickly, but I gave a nod.

"Sure."

My belly began to flutter as he sat down, because my mad mind immediately conjured up the thought that maybe Nicholas was going to come in soon, spot his friend sitting down here on this particular table, and he'd sit here too, and I'd get to have my coffee in NICHOLAS' company, and get to be with the wolf for once. The thought made me feel special, and I looked a round the cafeteria to catch a sift of the wolf, but he wasn't anywhere in my immediate vicinity, nowhere to be seen.

Joel put his bag and a takeway mug of coffee and a napkin-wrapped bagel down to the table and sat back, relaxing.

"Pretty packed full here today," Joel observed, giving the room a look as if mimicking me.

"Huh?"

"It's pretty full, not too many seats free."

"Oh."

Now wasn't I being such a verbal acrobat here again? His comments did actually hit home on me after a moment, it made me even more sure that should Nicholas soon strut in, he simply had to sit down with us, especially now that Joel was here...and I could enjoy a good close-up view at the awesome wolf without having to crane my neck or employ binoculars. Maybe I'd even catch his scent..

I began to blush under my cheekfurs when I realized that I was again having THOSE thoughts, and took a deep sip from my coffee and then coughed a little afterwards and patted my chest.

"You okay?" Joel asked, gazing at me though his glasses.

"Yeah," I wiped my chin on the back of my paw and then put down and snorted, briefly, and hoped my furs weren't too spiked up from my body's natural reaction to the surprise choking.

"Heheh," Joel smiled before he took a bite of that very nice-looking bagel.

I didn't know what to speak with him, we didn't know each other, he was just that random dude who followed Nicholas anywhere, like a bodyguard or something. Nicholas was certainly the more fit of the two by a long show, even if Joel didn't seem to have too much trouble keeping up with the wolf when they were doing all that jogging wearing those matching Spandex shorts. I knew that Joel too was studying medicine, but then again, I was a chemistry tiger, I didn't really want to start discussing organic chemistry, because that course was a bitch - though surely Nicholas was breezing right through it. I dunno, maybe I could have asked Joel why did he always wear a striped shirt, since he was even now wearing one, lime green and yellow stripes on it, not too nice on the eyes, but guess the tiger liked it.

"So, pretty wild party last week, eh?" Joel seemed to have the same lack of subjects in his mind, since he spoke first.

My ears flattened as I remembered my hammered state, and how embarrassing it must have looked like when I appeared like that, apparently too drunk to keep my beer in my cup while coming down some stairs. Nicholas surely thought I had disappeared off the party to barf somewhere, before he and Joel would have set out to hit on nice girls for themselves for the night. That's how it probably turned out for them, they had a few beers, danced a bit, got cozy with girls and disappeared into their respective bedrooms to have some real fun. Maybe Nicholas and a faceless girl even got up to that same frat room and did it on the bed where I had sex with the tigress...would they have smelled tigers in there?

I was getting a bit boned up from my thoughts and spoke then, trying to sound all casual about it,

"Yeah, pretty wild," I smirked, jovially. "Got a bit lucky, too, heheh."

"Oh?" his ears perked.

"Yeah," well, I did have material to go with, sure..."...this tiger got a bit touchy feely on me and one thing led to one another and..."

The tiger in front of me snuffled.

"Just like that, Seth?"

"Yeah," I shrugged. "It's what she wanted, so I gave her a ride, not home but...heheh..."

I felt almost dirty, oddly, for speaking that, especially it wasn't like I was just talking about a hot girl encounter with a friend, I wasn't friends with Joel, he was just that random guy I always saw with Nicholas, wherever the wolf I was curious about happened to go to.

"Must've been fun," Joel noted and took a sip from his steaming coffee.

"Yeah, I guess," I scratched my chest and leaned back on the chair, to appear like a very satisfied cat indeed, even if my eyes were secretly scanning the perimeter for the sight of Nicholas, the mysterious, handsome, hunky wolf.

Hunky...!!!

"If it floats your boat," Joel snuffled, leaning back on his own chair.

We sat in a silence that was unease at least for me and probably for him, too, before I managed to gather up my nerves and speak up.

"So, uh...is Nicholas around?" I asked, hoping that he didn't hear anything weird about it or anything...it was just me asking if the wolf was going to come over soon, nothing more than that.

Joel's ears flicked quickly.

"He went to get our laundry, he'll be back by the next lecture after he drops them off in our dorm," the tiger explained.

"Wow, you guys sleep together?"

Oh my fucking God.

I almost slammed my paw over my muzzle to cover it, at least my maw fell open and I felt like I was going to die out of embarrassment. My cheeks blazed and even my boner disappeared at record speed, when the nerves took over and I sat there, shivering, my ears twitching while my heart ramped up to fight or flight speed.

Then, somehow, I managed to speak...

"Hahah, I mean, you guys live together at the same dorm?"

Joel gave me a weird look, but thankfully, FUCKING thankfully, he didn't comment on my earlier slip.

"Yeah, we live across the hall to each other. That's how we got to know, actually, always bumping up to each other when going to the showers and stuff," he explained to me, his blue eyes carefully looking me over, probably thinking that I was being a complete and utter idiot and a bastard for my earlier...comment.

Jesus...

"Oh, that's cool," I said.

My heart wouldn't calm down, I knew I couldn't stay, I had to do something about this, I had to go. I picked my cup and my bag and then pushed myself back on the chair, making a loud screeching sound before I got up.

"Well, I have to run to the library now before the next lecture, uh..see you around?"

"Sure," Joel gave me a polite smile, and then I could thankfully turn my back to him and didn't have to look him in the face again, I couldn't really do that now, as I fled the cafeteria and didn't rest until I was genuinely hiding along the aisles of the library, hidden from prying looks.

Fucking fantastic...I bumped my forehead against a shelf filled with speech therapy books and snorted to myself. Shit...surely Joel was now going to tell Nicholas about my weird comment, and the next time the wolf saw me, he'd come over and ask me if I was a fag, or maybe had tried to make fag comments about Nicholas and Joel...how could I get out of that kind of shit?

I wandered down along the aisles of the library, my nose full of old book smell while I thought about the potential outcome of my disastrous encounter with Nicholas' best friend. At the very least they'd probably laugh over it and think I was stupid, or fag, maybe, for trying to hit on them, and then they'd just go on being buddies and maybe say something weird to me when they saw me...or in the other option, they'd just come up, Nicholas with his muzzle foaming with rage and waving his paw and asking me if I was spreading out rumors that he was a fag!

Shit...

I made my way through metallurgy and psychology and was almost halfway into history, when another thought did come over to me...about Nicholas...about Joel...

...now, maybe...maybe...if that was possible, maybe I only felt weird about Nicholas because he WAS gay...and that somehow, he was doing something gay to lure me in...to put himself out to the secret gay market somehow, to show off to any potential interested guy that he too was interested. Did something like that really exist? Was it some sort of an universal, secret gay signal that one could simply put out to be caught by those who were turned into that frequency? Did he always transmit that kind of a message to anyone looking at him, that if you looked carefully enough, or with the queer eye, you could catch a hint that he might be free on the dude on dude market? The fact that I might be catching that sort of a vibe from him was a worrying one, but then again, didn't furs had gaydars, too ,even if they weren't gay themselves? Was he just tripping me off, making my gaydar notice that he was gay, and when I was drunk, the thoughts kind of got confused and I got a bit turned on, too? Was I now obsessed with the idea of him being gay, and because of that I thought about him so much? I wasn't gay, maybe it was Nicholas who was gay and trying to turn me gay...but then again, I didn't really think that someone could be turned gay, you had to be born one, that's how they always said it on the television...but guess there was always something that made you realize that you played for the other team?

But what team? I was straight, surely Nicholas didn't think I was gay and then subjected me to that unconscious gay test, to see if maybe I was a fag and liked the idea of being in bed with him? Could the wolf really be like that? Could he be gay? What about Joel? Surely if he always hang around with Nicholas, surely he'd notice if Nicholas had dudes around his dorm room, for some fun...

Fucking hell...

Unless...

...unless Nicholas AND Joel were gay and had a secret affair, and weren't simply buddies ,but BUTT buddies nonetheless, and spent every night having some wild gay sex in their dorm and only made out with girls at parties for the show, to pretend that they were totally straight?

I managed to find my way out of the library and then made my slow way back to my own dorm, while my thoughts were fixed on that strange train of thought. Could it really be that Joel only followed Nicholas everywhere because he was the wolf's bitch and did everything he was told to do? Surely Nicholas wouldn't let the tiger do him up the ass, that wasn't a manly thing to do and Nicholas was totally male, hot and just HOT, and...

Oh shit...

This was getting out of paw, my mind was doing all sorts of weird stuff, making up these gay explanations for innocent things like the fact that the two furs happened to live near to each other, or that Nicholas was kind enough to deal with both of their laundry at the same time. Surely it was just a good friend helping out another, and not the wolf doing a favor to his secret boyfriend. That just wouldn't happen, it wasn't right, I was making things up in my mind in this strange haze that was caused by these odd boner-inducing feelings and thoughts I had that were concentrated on the person of Nicholas Ashton and nothing more. I should just quit thinking about him and Joel and enjoy my life, bang a few girls and get drunk and be happy and forget that I ever thought anything that stupid about the wolf.

Next day, it was really hot, but nonetheless, while I made my sweaty way over to the campus, I saw the familiar pair emerge, running in only T-shirts and Spandex shorts and with cool black bandanas around their foreheads. I saw them stop for a while under the shade of a tree, and Nicholas had a bottle of water, from which he drank, and then offered it for Joel, and I watched hot the tiger took a long sip, smiled, and then they were running again, coming towards me, in fact! I was treated to a bright "Hi Seth! and "Hi!" from the pair, and I couldn't help but turn for a moment and watch Nicholas' bouncing butt go on its merry way. My pants felt even hotter than before, and I smacked my groin with the book I was carrying in my paws, to remind my cock that this was not the place, nor time, nor subject to get frisky about.

I sighed deeply and went on along my way.

*

So yeah, now I had gotten to the phase where I was probably semi-stalking the wolf, always hoping to catch a sight of him, even if that meant seeing Nicholas do some fun stuff with his best buddy. I wasn't sure how I had gotten there, but I found myself to be envious, because he got to see Nicholas every morning, only clad in a towel around his waist, when they'd meet up in the corridor on their way to the shower. I watched how they smiled and laughed and nudged each other and shared private jokes, and generally had fun being a team. Now wasn't this ridiculous...me, envious of the geeky tiger! I was much better looking than Joel, surely, I had more muscles and I could do chemistry pretty well, that meant I was smart, too, and likely I could have also been fun company for Nicholas to hang around with, or party with, or...

It was best not to go there, not again, my mind was doing that kind of stuff all the time when I tried not to jerk off thinking about Nicholas, but it still happened, anyway, and I was left with a sticky paw and lots of guilt filling my mind when I had once again succumbed to the temptation of Nicholas Ashton. It only seemed to be getting worse after every time we casually saw each other, talked to each other, or smiled to each other, or bumped to one another at a party.

I made sure to pick up a girl at any party I went to nowadays, to remind myself that I was straight as a telephone pole, and that Nicholas was just some sort of a gray area on the fringes of my personality that just happened to be somehow tickled by the presence of that one certain wolf. It didn't really made the experience of eating out or pounding a nice fun pussy any less fun, not really, if I didn't pick up a wolf, which I did once and it was okay, and I managed not to think about Nicholas for the whole time I was doing her doggie-style and grabbing onto her big boobs.

Still, it was there, somewhere, that some part of me that got all weird whenever I thought about Nicholas or saw him, or talked to him, and I wasn't sure what to do with it. Was there a risk that if I acted on it, jerked off more to thinking about him, that I'd start to think even more about dudes, about other guys as well, and not just Nicholas? Could he be my gateway drug to gayhood, not something I looked forward to, because it was such a hassle, and I was a masculine, straight, good-natured guy, not a sissy or one of those bear kind of gay guys you saw on the television wearing studs and leather. No, I didn't want anything like that, I didn't want much, I just wanted to go on with my life and not get too weird about these ideas that made jacking off fun for as long as it lasted ,before it was replaced by that odd sensation of guilt over thinking about another dude.

*

The engineers were throwing a party at one of the bigger frat houses on that Friday night, and I decided to give it a go, there was nothing really for me to lose, even if Nicholas was there, I'd just have to try harder to get a hotter girl to become interested in me, and we could do some body-grinding dancing before slipping away to do another kind of horizontal dance and all would be perfect again in my own little world. I combed my mane and put condoms in my wallet and checked my keys and my phone and my cash and headed out, and entered the party house with a broad smile on my face, and lots of eagerness to sample the keg of beer. There was a lot of back-slapping old and potential new friends, checking out girls, trying a dance or two to get the hang of it, get a couple more cups of beer, chat with a cougar girl, she wasn't into it, queue up to the toilet, come back, more beer...another dance, this time with a moose girl...just getting into the party.

I did offer to get a beer for the moose girl, even if hoofed furs weren't really my thing, but what the hell, you could always try something new, and she seemed to be into the beer and me, too, a bit, until this really tall footballer deer came by, and I guess she preferred some antlers on her dudes, because soon I saw them take over a whole couch for making out and grinding purposes. Oh well...maybe that was for the best, for me, I thought as I fetched another beer and generally felt a bit buzzed and let my tail flick about and scanned the room for nice girls...asses, boobs, tails, lips...everything that was nice on a girl, and even though the place was already pretty packed up, there were still girls on the loose...and that meant room for me to act in...oh yes...

But then the dancing group seemed to part, naturally, to admit their ruler, the wolf, wearing a nice blue silk shirt, walking through over towards the table where the drinks were served, closely followed by the tiger, of course, in his tow.

Fuck he smelled great...no cologne, just great wolf smell, Nicholas smell, he was oozing it, and I could catch it clearly even though the myriad of scents that were filling the room along with the four dozen furs dancing the night away.

"Hi, Seth," the wolf grinned as he grabbed a red cup and got himself a beer, soon followed by Joel serving himself one.

"Hi, Nicholas," I spoke, flicking my ears in amused greeting. "Good party!"

I almost sounded delirious with happiness, and it was the booze talking, and Nicholas, here, with me, talking to me, being awesome. Of course I was happy and smiling and flicky-tailed and all smiles and ears.

"Hi," Joel greeted as well, loudly, to get past the loud beat of the music and the clatter of furs all talking and laughing and rumbling at once.

"Hey!" I yelled back.

I was in such a good mood that I didn't even want to be envious to Joel for getting to hang around with Nicholas so much, because it was now me hanging out with him, too, and I was here, in his glorious presence. It was great.

"Looking good!" Nicholas smirked, holding his cup up for a sip, and grinning over it.

"Fucking yeah!" I replied, probably sounding a bit mad for it.

"Yeah, yeah!" I beamed, and nudged Nicholas on the shoulder, with my knuckles, like dudes do.

"Yeah", Nicholas chuckled and repeated the gesture, casually, over my own shoulder.

Damn...I almost got a boner from it, that brief contact between our bodies, as simple as it was, it was there, he had touched me...Nicholas touched me...it was great...it felt great...he was great...I was great...he involved me in his dude ritual...he were buddies now, surely...

"You wanna go to dance now?" Nicholas spoke, and I was already going to yell my most hearty YES!!!! before I realized that he wasn't talking to me, but to Joel.

"Sure!" the tiger grinned and, off they went, tails swaying, joining the dancing furs.

I just watched. I watched for a long time how they showed off their moves to each other, and then began to seek the attention of the girls, getting into the beat, shaking off their asses and tails and putting on the groove. Soon Joel was dancing with a cougar girl, and Nicholas had at least two girls who no longer had eyes for any of the other dudes on the dance floor, but they both now shared Nicholas, the wolf giving their attention to both of them in turn and at the same time, letting them see him strut his stuff up close. I felt so envious that it was ridiculous, I wanted to be there, watching Nicholas shake his butt and maybe I'd cop a feel...well, not here, not in plain sight, but I might want to...fuck...now that vixen and that tigress were completely enamored with him...watching him pull all his moves on them to impress the two girls. That was Nicholas alright, sexual, fun to look at , cool, smelling great, probably getting a bit sweaty from the energetic dancing amidst the writhing crowd. Even I was sweating, the air conditioning couldn't deal with this many furs and the weather, not at the same time, and I felt my shirt become sticky, as I watched Nicholas enjoy himself.

I felt both proud and both happy about it, Nicholas was having so much fun, dancing with those two girls. He wanted those two girls, he loved their company, he might end up taking one of them to bed, or both, maybe, maybe he was into that ,but it was sure that his goal was set for the night, those two girls were his thing now, he didn't have eyes for anything else but those two, they were what he wanted, the kind of attention the awesome wolf wanted, not something coming from a tiger like me.

A coldness filled my belly, even if I was sweating all over my furs, and I didn't feel much like partying anymore, nor did enjoy the sight of the laughing, smiling fur doing some kind of robot moves for the two girl's benefit. He was still damn good-looking, but he wasn't looking at me when he put on that stupid performance, he was there but he was slipping away, he was too beautiful, he had to be too perfect, I wasn't sure of it, it had to be the beer talking, but I almost felt like crying, Nicholas was so perfect.

The corners of my eyes felt weird, and I knew I had to get out of here, I had to go somewhere...where? The queue to the bathroom was ridiculous. I couldn't go there...to the outside through the glass doors...no...there were furs out there, some smoking cigarettes, others just trying to catch breather...where...

I was already going upstairs by then, navigating my way through the dancing, partying furs. I went up the stairs and passed several dorm room doors that had giggling, rumbling, little barks and other kinds of interesting sounds coming from behind them, until one door was silent, and thankfully, unlocked, letting me enter into the small room belonging to a fur who liked action movies and foot ball, judging by the posters. I hit the light switch and then closed the door behind me, and sat down on the bed, and buried my face in my paws.

I took a deep breath and stroked my face and snorted.

"Fuck..."

I had no explanation to this sudden mood swing. There was no real reason to it, I mean, I had seen Nicholas dance with plenty of girls before and didn't get this kind of a feeling, nothing odd and weird and pathetic like feeling almost crying all sudden. It wasn't who I was, I was meant to be the big, strong guy, not one who ended up whimpering over some wolf for no reason at all. It had to be the booze anyway, I wasn't normally like this, a raw bundle of nerves, it had to be the beer and the general atmosphere and the heat and Nicholas.

My shirt started to feel itchy, and I scratched myself. My skin didn't feel normal, my tail flicked rapidly from side to side, unable to settle, I wasn't feeling too good in my stomach either, as I sat there, not feeling too perfect to begin with. I didn't know what was going on, I just felt...wrong, I wasn't too good at this, whatever this was, emotions thing...I just...I dunno.

My ears flicked when there was a knock on the door, and my teeth were bared, preparing to drive away any horny couple trying to come in to use this room for fucking. I expected them to burst through at any moment, but instead the door opened, and a face appeared on the crack, looking over the room that had probably been presumed to be empty.

"Hi."

It was Joel, and as soon as he saw me, he entered the room, closed the door behind himself, and then walked over and sat down. He made the bed squeak a little as it adjusted to his weight, he wasn't a small tiger by any means, and he sat down comfortably, paws on his sides so that he could lean back, and he was looking at me.

I gave him a scowl, and didn't really want to talk to him, now that I was so drunk and confused and because he was probably going to start talking some drunken crap that furs did when they were especially drunk and just started to talk with the first fur they encountered. This was just a very strange place to look for one, though, but I could still prepare for it, let it all come in through one ear and leave through the other.

"Well hello, Joel," I snorted.

The bespectacled tiger frowned at me.

"You okay, Seth?" he spoke in a low, purring voice.

"Sure," I huffed, turning my head so that I wasn't facing him, I was staring at the football poster on the opposite wall, as far away from the other tiger as possible.

"You left kinda quick, are you sure you're okay?"

Why the hell was he speaking like this? Why was it his concern anyway? It wasn't Joel's business, none of my business was his business, especially nothing that was related to his precious Nicholas.

I snorted.

"Yeah, sure."

I didn't look at him, I didn't need to know that he was scowling at me, and then I heard him huff, and shift on the bed a little, making for a more comfortable pose, I guessed. our arms bumped to one another, briefly, and that made my furs spike along the back of my neck. I breathed out loudly.

"Well I was just wondering..."

I turned my head, quickly, and bared my teeth at him, and snarled.

"There's nothing to wonder!" I growled in his face.

I could see Joel's furs spike up, too, and his ears flattened, while his face darkened, but he did not bare his teeth.

"Okay!" his voice row from the purring rumble, sharper, and that got to me, my ears remained flat, I felt angry, I felt...threatened, somehow, by the smaller tiger.

I took a deep breath and tried to avoid his gaze.

"Seth...Seth, I'm saying this as a...friend..."

My lips flared with my snarl, but I didn't move. I couldn't move, only showed him my teeth from my sideways profile.

"Stop wasting yourself on Nicholas, he isn't..."

Now he was telling me that they were an item. That's what this had to be. Nicholas and Joel were exclusively fucking each other and nothing else, and Joel had come up here to tell me that I was trying to enter forbidden territory. And here he was trying to be all COY about it, like he was actually CARING for me!

Anger flared inside me, I breathed loudly, huffed, puffed, my teeth became completely bared and an almost-roar rose from my chest, my muscles tensed, I was burning, I was angry, I wanted to...tear...smash...claw...something...I wanted...I was moving...

I tackled him down on the bed with my elbow, before I moved in a flurry of tail and striped limbs and pinned him down, by instinct, grabbing each of his paws and pushing them above the yelping tiger's head, while my knees snapped into place on each side of his hips and I brought my weight down on him. I used all my strength and my muscles and my bulk to push on him, to make sure that the tiger couldn't move as I leaned over him, victorious, baring my teeth, snarling so that spit dribbled over his face and the lenses of his glasses. They got fogged up with my breaths, I realized, as I stared down to his surprised, almost scared face, while my own was a mask of anger and terror, being unleashed on the mild-mannered tiger.

"YEAH!" I snapped at him, viciously, loudly. "YEAH WHAT JOEL? HE'S NOT AVAILABLE, YOU TELLING ME THAT, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH?"

"He's not gay!"

Even if his voice was meek and quiet compared to mine, filled with fear, he got through me instantly, ticking into that small part of my brains that was still on the logical, rational mode, not addled with beer, anger, or confusing over my feelings over Nicholas, the wolf, the...tormentor.

My eyes widened even more, if that was even possible, as I stared down to the male I had pinned down in my anger.

Joel snorted and huffed, and I felt his paws move a little, struggling against my own.

"Please, Seth, I'm claustrophobic, this is making me feel bad, please!" he pleaded with me.

Mechanically, I pushed myself back and sat down, heavily, over the bed, collapsing down. Joel got up to a sitting position, immediately, and rubbed his wrists, and his chest, as if he was scratching a particularly bad itch, but his paws were moving too fast, there was something wrong...I noticed it even as I watched him with my anger-filled eyes, watched him...do whatever he did.

Joel rubbed a paw over his face and his head furs and huffed.

"Shit...fuck..."

He adjusted his glasses over his nose and then looked over to me, with bright eyes, as if he had tears in them, and he was still breathing hard.

"You heard me...ugh...," he was still panting, his paws twitched over his lap, it seemed like he had really gotten riled up from the pin, and not just from the fear of being attacked by a big a tiger.

"What?" I snapped.

Joel stroked his sides, slowly, firmly.

"Don't waste your time with Nicholas, Seth, please, don't make the same mistake I did once...shit..." he rubbed his face again, and snuffled, harshly.

A strange weight fell down onto my belly as the words slowly made their way through the loopy road into my mind. Joel...Joel was saying that...

"What the hell?" I grunted, my tail smacking against the side of the bed.

The tiger gave me a quick glance.

"Yeah," he snuffled in a quiet voice.

He snuffled again, then, and for a while it sounded like he was sobbing...and then, as I watched him, briefly, I realized that he was crying.

"What...?" I opened my muzzle to speak, but his snarl cut me down.

"...that fucking wolf is straight and still...still he manages to steal ALL men..." he hissed between clenched teeth, before another painful sound rose from his throat.

My brow knit as I watched him, listening to this odd tirade, with my heart beating hard in my chest, still from the sudden attack of violence, still from being so nervous, and from witnessing this...thing.

"I...I see you looking at him and...I know you're looking at him like you want him and...and I'm there and...and it's not the first time that's happened...fuck..."

What the hell...

My tail curled itself up around my legs as I watched the tiger shake a little with his sobs, as he snuggled and snarled and generally sounded like he was in pain, while he avoided looking at me.

"...he's a fucking great friend but when this happens...shit...shit...shit..."

My face pulled itself into an even more confused scowl as I listened to Joel muttering to himself, speaking in odd, stilted way, and snarling between words. I could barely make sense of it all, but he was in pain, he was hurting because of Nicholas...guess I wasn't the only one to feel that pain...the pain of the wolf I couldn't get close to.

"Hey, man..."I tried, and reached out with a paw, to pat his shoulder.

His paw lashed out quickly and smacked at mine, making me snarl and bare my teeth, instinctively, but I didn't do anything else, not even when he turned to look at me with his glistening, teary eyes, his teeth bared.

"Don't touch me."

My paw fell heavily down over the bed.

"Don't...you don't even want to...you want Nicholas..."

He turned away from my again, sobbed, and I all I saw was the back of his head, and the flattened ears.

"Joel..." I tried.

"Shut the fuck up, Seth, you want Nicholas. I'm the one who's stupid."

I frowned.

"Stupid...hey, what?"

"Yeah," the tiger grunted to himself. "Thinking that the eyes could be for once at me and not at Nicholas...Jesus...fucking...Christ..."

I swallowed and reached out again, and this time took a gentle hold of his shoulder, or at least as gentle as I knew how to. Joel shuddered.

"Joel..."

"Stop...Seth...stop..."

"I...I don't really understand..."

His awful, swollen-eyed face turned to look at me again, his whiskers shaking with the harsh breaths he drew, his glasses astray.

"Fuck you."

His paw smacked over my shoulder and his lips mashed with mine faster than I had any time to react to it, and he held them there, and squeezed my shoulder, and I saw his eyes widen, and mine didn't have anything left in them to widen, not even for this ultimate surprise.

I was kissing a man...Joel...another tiger...I was kissing...I was kissing...I was letting him kiss me...

It ended soon, as he pulled his head back, gasping for air. My own maw was open.

"Like that."

We both breathed out heavily, harshly, even, my heart beat madly, there were few thoughts to it, we were locked in a moment for a few seconds more before, suddenly, we were kissing again, and I wasn't sure which one of us moved to do it first, but we were, and our paws entwined, over necks and one holding another. We kissed and he was on top of me soon, a heavy presence, heavier than a girl, but I didn't mind, we were kissing, his body ground to mine, I held to him, and I was kissing another tiger, who tasted like beer and tiger.

I just closed my eyes and let it happen, I let him guide me, Joel seemed to know what he wanted to do, and it was good, when he gripped on the back of my neck and made sure that our kiss didn't break. I purred, loudly, unexpectedly, but it didn't make him stop, he didn't move back, he just kept pushing his lips over mine, his tongue was there somewhere too, maybe mine was, too, but I knew that the kiss became wet at some point, as we rocked against one another. I was hard, he was hard, If felt that odd pressure of another male's cock pushing to mine, from above, weighted by his body, and we were intimate all sudden, holding and kissing and swapping saliva and grinding to one another like there was no tomorrow. It was happening, we were hungry, he was hungry, I was hungry, I didn't quite know what was going on, or what would happen, but I was there at the center of the action and not backing out.

I let my paws wander over his back, feeling up the body of another male, liking it, checking out the curve of his spine and how his rear felt under my palms. Joel grunted at the feeling and pushed his tongue against my lips, and I accepted it, letting him plunder my maw, it felt so good I wanted to moan, and I did, it was fitting for the moment and it felt wonderful, it was intense, I was intense, all breaths and purrs and rumbles and heaving chest, when the male rode on top of me and touched me.

I didn't think about the possibility that someone might walk in on us, my mind was fixed on the sensations coursing through my body, the warmth and the weight of the male on top of me, the other tiger, Joel, kissing my lips, my neck, and stroking my head furs, almost tenderly, even if it was his claws that raked through those same furs, adding to the sensation.

I didn't move to stop him when his paw slipped into my pants and he touched me, holding me against his palm and giving me a squeeze. He moaned before I did, twitching in his grip. My hips bucked against his hold, the alien feeling of someone else holding me there, and it wasn't the small paw of a girl, it was Joel, he was a big tiger, he wanted to do this for me.

He gave me a couple of strokes while he straddled me, and my own paw, moved, slowly, and touched the bulge in his pants. Joel purred, and pushed his hips against my touch, rewarding me with another squeeze over my damp skin.

He took my paw and guided it under the waistline of his pants, letting me find his length to touch it, feel out how it fit onto my palm.

We both moaned when he leaned over me again, our paws between our bodies, when we began to kiss again, grinding onto one another, holding each other's cocks in our respective paws and thrusting into them, stroking, squeezing, pleasuring the most sensitive skin belonging to a male tiger. I held Joel's and he held mine, and we worked together, our bodies were on fire, I couldn't stop purring, couldn't keep my paws from touching him everywhere, all over his back, his sides, even his neck, to pull him down for a hot kiss. Joel responded with a soft bite over my lips, making me growl, and rumble, and push harder into his grip.

I lost it first, and I groaned when the heat exploded and I soiled my boxers, and his slowly moving, fisting paw, covering it with my musky cum. Joel moaned at the hot sensation and didn't stop holding me, squeezing and working over my ultrasensitive length, making me breathless. He thrust into my paw, too, faster now, his hips racing as much as my heart as doing at the moment, and it only took him a few more shifts of his slim hips before he was there as well, the place I found before. Joel collapsed over me with a groan, moaning against my neck, when we became the same, unmoving but for our breaths.

I lost all the track of time that night, even with the music from downstairs pounding in my ears, what I really heard were his breaths, the bear of Joel's heart, my own as well, and I held to him, one arm around his back, letting him stay close to me...protected by me, as we held onto one another to keep the loneliness away.

Could Nicholas imagine that he had caused two tigers to fall onto one another like this, for comfort over him, the rejection that was hiding under the perfect surface of the handsome, awesome, beautiful wolf? Would he have the mind to realize that this happened because of him, forcing us together for the sake of him, the promise he had and the promise he could not keep for us?

And he didn't know about it all...I don't think he did.

I realized after a while that my collar was wet with tears, Joel's, and I stroked the back of his neck, slowly, and hoped that he would be fine. I hoped that I would be fine, and I wished that the warmth I had felt with him was a feeling that wasn't something I had just imagined, fueled by raw emotion and beer and a dark moment when things weren't quite as they seemed.

We didn't talk.

*

We were in my dorm room, my roomie was away for a lecture, and that gave us two hours of uninterrupted time, to lay down on my bed. I helped him undress while we kissed, made out, and ran paws over each other's bodies, checking out what was on the offer. We kissed, slowly, letting the heat slowly grow between us, while we explored, touched, and played, even.

We gave each other's hard pricks a quick taste, grinning with glistening lips, smiling, before Joel laid down on his side and tilted a knee, inviting me behind him. I took the conveniently placed lube and condom from the nightstand and prepared us both, with fingers and the slickness I spread with them. Joel shivered a little when he felt my fingers over his hole, touching his tight muscles there, dwelling into him, until I had us ready. I took a hold of his thigh and adjusted his position a little, and then guided myself into him, pushing until our hips were flush, and we were joined.

This was a new thing for us, and I've only once been on the receiving end, but I knew that it could be quite pleasurable, with a gentle partner, and I wanted Joel to feel like that, when I pushed his leg into a slightly angled position, so that he was as comfortable as possible. I extended one of my arms so that he could lay his head over it, as a comfortable, warm, living pillow, while my free paw explored his chest, belly, and traced teasing lines over his shaft, while I began to thrust into him, slowly. That's the weirdest part for me...and the sound...slurp...slurp...slurp...

I kissed his neck as we had sex, slowly, without hurry, my paw slowly curling around his member, so that I could stroke him off while I slowly took his rear. Our bodies were pressed flush together, warmly, comfortably, moving as one in this spooning position, rocking together with that pace we both helped to set, exploring the associated sensations. I knew that Joel was more experienced, but I knew what my hips could do, and I just didn't leave it to the basic thrusting, I could roll them, gyrate them, let my balls stroke against his taint and add to the sensation.

That was something I couldn't really do with a girl.

We both groaned and purred deeply when the orgasms took us both in turn, and I got a coated paw, and I exploded inside him, adding to the heat within the slim tiger pressed against my sweaty body. I kissed him, and Joel turned his head to meet it, and I gave him a squeeze, and he gave me a squeeze with his very private muscles, that made me breathe out, deeply, and rest my nose against his neck. Joel smelled good, musky, manly, and didn't make me feel anything like I might have feared.

It feels wonderful to be within him.

"You alright?" I asked, drowsily, still holding him, not wanting to let go yet.

I know we'll be ready again, soon, and there's time. Maybe we'll even switch over. That might be fun.

Joel smiled, and purred, softly.

"Very..." he spoke, wriggling his rear against my hips.

I smiled and gave his neck a gentle little nip.

We were both preparing to kiss again, when his phone beeped, on the nightstand where it rested next to mine.

Joel chuckled and reached for it, and I held him close, not wanting us to part while he took his phone and lifted it up to his eye level to see what it was all about.

"It's Nicholas," he rumbled, giving the phone a couple of taps, and I knew that he was squinting, because he didn't have his glasses on.

"What is it?" I replied, not moving myself from his neck, so I couldn't really see the message.

"Asking me if he wants to study later today."

I chuckled, and nuzzled the tiger's neck, slowly, letting my breath tickle it a little.

"Are you going to go?"

I heard the beep of the phone, signaling that he had finished with the reply to the message and he put the phone away, and I felt his paw, newly released, falling over my bare butt.

"He has the notes for the lecture I had to skip for this, "Joel chuckled.

I laughed, too, and buried my nose against his neck, and gave my hips a little flexing push, to remind him that we still had something at paw that neither of us wanted to skip.

*

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