Well That's One Way to Get Your Rocks Off Before Class
Well, that's one way to get your rocks off before class.
I would like to dedicate this story to my boyfriend, Brandon. I had lost touch with my roots of love, romance, and general feel goodiness and fallen into depressing, horrifying, action stories that, while entertaining hopefully, is not who I originally set out to be. So here is a relapse to the old Arxy, the Arxy that had lovey dovey sex stories that had a fox as it's main character! Hooray for foxes! Happy Valentine's Day Brandon! Thank you for all that you have done and continue to do to ensure my happiness.
What the hell is wrong with me? I don't do shit like this! I'm a good student. Straight A's in my classes, extra-curricular's enough to kill a man, and an on-campus job to pay for the remainder of the price of college that isn't covered by scholarships. All that, and yet, I still acted like such an idiot last night. Ugh, fuck my life man. I don't even remember what happened in my last class, I'm going to have to copy Gavin's notes. Hopefully he won't mind. Of course, he's probably going to want some sort of explanation to why I was spaced out.
I've never done anything like that. Damn it!
Come on Stephen! Stop getting distracted! You know what you want and you know what you have to do to get that done, I will not let something like this derail my whole life! I just need to leave this room, go to my next class and... A thrice ringing bang comes from the door.
My heart begins pumping oxygen throughout my body, much needed due to the stress I'm under. I definitely don't want anybody to see me in this state. Maybe if I just stay still and not make any noise then they'll just go away, although, from the sound of my breaths and my heart beating, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole floor could hear me.
A sound reverberates from the door yet again, this time in the tone of a playful song. Maybe if I act as though I'm in a rush I could get around whoever is at my door, odds are it's Gavin trying to get in my business. I just need to make sure not to make eye contact and run as soon as I get a chance.
I pick up my satchel containing my laptop and various other class materials and place a paw on the door knob, my poor under-exercised fox heart pounding with both fear of judgement and excitement. My paw begins to turn and I pull the heavy door towards and immediately move forward only to be blocked by a wall of brown fur.
My eyes climb up the shirtless fur to find a familiar face, that of a certain fur that frequents my chemistry class. The face of a strong brown furred wolf covers my vision and sudden rage builds in my body, my paw clenched into a fist. Without much thought, said paw goes flying through the air towards his face. My full force is thrown into the punch now rocketing towards the face of Jordan, the fur plaguing my thoughts, if only for our escapades of the evening prior. The paw stops short, unfortunately not of my own accord, good to see the extent of my self control. A black-splotched brown paw now has hold of my wrist, squeezing slightly, not enough to cause any real pain.
"Do you have any fucking idea what you did?" I bark out. He begins to walk into my dorm room. Out of survival response, as not to get trampled by the bulk of wolf before me, I retract back into my room, my paw finally released from his grip. Without a body to hold it open, the automatically locking door slams closed.
"Oh, believe me, I know exactly what I did." He continues marching towards me, my feet constantly backtracking. After a few seconds I find my knees on the edge of my bed and find myself falling down onto my bed. My wrists become pressed against the bed as the wolf's paws grab hold of them and Jordan gets onto the bed on top of me. "I gave a way too uptight little foxy the cock that he so desperately needed, even if he didn't realize he needed it. And I'm not the kind of fur to do one night stands."
"But I'm not gay!"
"You certainly didn't seem straight when you had my dick halfway down your throat."
"The punch was spiked."
"You still obviously enjoyed it, even if we were a bit drunk."
"Fuck you!"
"No, my sexy little friend, you will not fuck me, quite the contrary, in fact." He lowers down and presses his muzzle against mine. Fucker, thinks I might actually respond to his sloppy man lips pressed up against mine. He switches one of my paws to his other so that he could hold both of my paws with one of his.
"Ah!" my muzzle swings open as a paw grabs hold of my sheath and balls through my jeans and gives them a firm squeeze. A tongue makes its way into my muzzle, squirming it's warm, wet, bumpy self all around my muzzle. I begin squirming in his grip, unfortunately to no avail as I soon realize that he's far too strong and big for me to do anything that he doesn't want me to do. A growl echoes through my throat as I try to exert all my force in an attempt to break free. My efforts are all for naught.
He pulls his tongue out of my mouth and retreats to look at me, his paw coming out of my pants and landing next to my head to provide support for his massive frame to loom above me.
"Now listen Stevie, I'm sorry for how I'm acting. The thing is, my cock is going to be in your ass by the end of the day and it is going to be all consensual, even if I have to stand in front that door all day." He then let's go of my wrists and gets off of me.
I take quick advantage of my chance and dash towards the door in a mad effort to escape the room that, moments ago, I thought of as a home and now seems more like the lair of a sex crazed wolf that goes by the name of Jordan. After a blur of red and brown, I find my ass pressed against the ground and all the hope that had previously filled my exasperated muscles fleeting.
"Tsk tsk tsk, didn't I just tell you what was going to happen? Yet you still try to run." He lifts me up with his bulging arms and plants me onto my bed and looks deeply into my eyes. "Here's the deal, I'm going to take off these shorts and stand in front of the door. Maybe that will give you some, 'inspiration'." He then turns around and places a paw at each end of the basketball shorts around his waist. His paws drop lower and he shakes his hips in order to make the piece of fabric drop to the floor.
My eyes become glued on the protruding flesh that is the wolf's ass. I can't seem to look away and feel somewhat interested in the muscular piece of tail. Damn it Stephen! You're not gay! Your a straight fox(even if they are a rarity as far as stereotypes go) and I will remain so! I have a plan for my life! I will get out of college and get a job doing whatever the hell I fall in love with doing and then, once I get my new life in order, I'm going to fall in love and marry some vixen. We'll have three children. We'll grow old together and be glad with just sitting next to each other. Letting this wolf fuck me has absolutely no space in that plan!
However, the exam I have in U.S. History just might. I need to get out of this room by 3pm and it's already, I take a peek at the analog clock on my desk, 1:30. Not too mention the fact that i didn't get the chance to study because of... Last night. Could he really stand there for an hour? Speaking of which. I turn my eyes toward his muscular, toned body standing adamant in the way of the door. His eyes are staring straight into mine, backing up the adamance of his stance. And then, of course, there is that. Probably the worst mistake in my entire life, even though the number of those are very low. The sheath and balls that might just be my downfall.
Stop that! I search around the room in search of some sort of distraction. They land on the the stack of textbooks that lie on my desk, of those, one stands out. Liberty, People, and Power, the textbook for my U.S. History class. Damn it! He has to go! Now! I'm going to fail this exam, I just know it! I'm going to get in my seat, find that answer document and be lost. And that's saying if I even get out of here in time. Heaven knows when he'll give up and let me go.
Maybe this is all just a joke, a prank from some of the upper class men to fuck with the smart kid in all the classes. Maybe this guy will wait till I give in or whatever and call me a fag. But that still wouldn't explain last night though, would it? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My life is over, I'm going to be forced to miss this exam and that will ruin my GPA and I'll be classified with all the other morons who don't give a fuck about education. Then I'm going to be stuck with some drone job in retail when I probably would be some amazing neurosurgeon, or geneticist, or maybe even president, but no, I'm going to be Stephen, that guy who works at Walmart. Goddamn it!
Come on! You can do it Stephen, you could find some sort of way out of this. Maybe throw something at him. I dont have a good enough arm. Maybe sneak out through the window if he gets distracted. I'm not anywhere near fast enough. Maybe... Maybe i could just... Fuck no! But if I don't, I'm doomed anyways. Maybe just a bit, enough to distract while I get out. Maybe I could get away with only a bit of a paw job. I could paw him for a bit, get him all wound up so that he's not really paying attention and I could get out. Sounds much better than walking all funny to my next class. And I won't even have to deal with his cum if I time it right. Yet again, would it really be a good idea to leave this sex crazed wolf in my room. Hell, beats missing this exam. I might even get some time to study if I get out quick and go to the library. Now's as good a time as any. Here goes.
I press my paws against the bed and lift myself up, my heart resuming the wrestling match in my chest with my lungs. My breathing hastened and became uneven. I looked up at the wolf before me, his gaze still dead on me with a grin plainly planted across his muzzle. Come on Stephen, you could do it! You did much worse than this last night, albeit under completely different circumstances and a drunken haze. You can paw off another guy, straight furs do it all the time, kind of. Just think of it as though it was your own and you should be fine.
"Good to see you've finally had a change of heart." His gruff voice booms through the room, the voice of a strong, burly man in the ripe age of 20. The voice of a man who wants to technically rape me. Haha, and I thought the voice of a rapist would be more creepy than this.
My feet continue moving in the line in front of me, a line directed towards the wolf who's bold red wolf cock is peeking slightly out of it's sheath. I soon find myself Having to tilt my head up to look at the brown wolf now staring down at me with a lust filled grin and eyes to further punctuate it's point. Speaking of points, I look down and sigh at the exponentially more excited cock just feet below.
I truly don't understand how somefur could enjoy something like this. The male body is just so crude, bulky, rough, and disgusting, I hardly see how even girls are attracted to them, let alone gay guys. Ugh, I could smell the sheer sweat and BO radiating off of him. Well, I guess I better get to work on my distraction so I could get out of here as soon as possible.
I send my right paw down, slowly, frightfully, my eyes taking a quick glimpse down to take aim before I look up to find the wolf looking down at the paw itching it's way towards the red blood filled piece of flesh radiating heat.
"Go on, it won't bite." He teases as he leans back against the door, pressing his hips forward and having his wolfhood almost press against my shirt. Just do this thing really quickly and I could go, just this then go. I continued to lower my paw, now hovering only above his cock. The tip of my pad touches the tip of the red member.
"That's it, that's a good foxy." I wrap my paw around it, the full, warm, pulsating flesh barely allowing me to touch digit tips. "Mmm, now do like you do at night, when hot sweaty jocks fill your mind and you just want to have your tail filled like the little bitch you are." I whined a bit from the nature of the speech. I don't think I really like dirty talk. Maybe it's just the fact that I have my paw wrapped around some other guy's dick and it's a guy describing my desire to have my tailhole filled by that one panther I share a lane with in my swimming class. Um! That was his thought, he was talking about the idea that I want to get my tailhole filled! Not me! I just need to get the hell out of here, as quickly as I can, which will be as soon as he gets out from in front of the door.
My paw begins lifting up and down, the intimidating wolf moaning slightly. I feel a slight point of moisture hit my paw and a strong odor rush into my nostrils. I don't know exactly how to describe the scent. It's kind of... It's sort of... It's more like... Mmm. I feel my chest begin to tense up. My eyes drift downwards from the close eyed moaning wolf down to the short portion of space between us which held the giant piece of wolf cock and the paw that is pleasuring it.
It's such a beautiful thing. The idea that, my paw, something so insignificant and small in comparison, could pleasure such a huge, muscular, toned wolf. That it could cause him to moan and writhe against the door while he squeezes his eyes shut.
Then there's that substance, so wet and sticky, emanating that odor, so strange yet, somehow appealing. If it smells so strange, I wonder.
He begins sliding down the door, his cock slips out of my grip as his butt proceeds to be firmly planted in front of the door.
"Come on," He says looking up at me with a seductive expression. I kneel down, the scent radiating from the flesh and the excrement from such flesh only growing strong as the distance from my muzzle to it shortens. I resume my pawing, surprisingly not as difficult as before as my paw begins gliding up and down the gratuitously lengthened member.
I feel a paw make it's way to the back of my skull and begin to scratch at my head furs, with just a hint of weight on it. My other paw, curious as I am, finds it's way to the groin of the imposing wolf and grabs hold of the scrotum hanging just below the proportionally sized cock. I give them a quick squeeze and begin to experiment with them, rolling them around, squeezing, tugging slightly. My other paw slides down his shaft and stays at his knot, giving it a slight squeeze causing him to groan with greater intensity.
The weight that is placed at the top of my head due to his paw increases and, with less resistance than I thought I would have, the distance between my muzzle and the burning red wolfcock decreases. Before my mind gets a chance to process it, I feel my nose brush up against the tip of his cock and my head continue to descend. My nose becomes buried in the flesh between the base of his member and his scrotum. I take a deep breath through my nostrils and that strange odor once again makes it's way into my senses. That sweet, mind numbingly great scent.
"So, the straight little fox slut likes, doesn't he?" A frustrated growl escapes my muzzle between deep inhalations. If I was a cat, I'd have died long ago. My tongue slips out of my muzzle and takes a quick lap at the bulging red bulb of knot-flesh. I then drag my tongue up the length, both an interesting texture and flavor fills my mind. I haphazardly stuff the length of wolfcock into my muzzle. My descent only stopped by the sheer girth of the knot at the base.
"Mmm, yeah, that's it." He grabs onto my headfur and pulls me off his cock and makes me look up to him. "How about we move over to the bed where it's a bit more comfortable?" He stands up and walks over to take a seat on my bed. There it is, freedom. Only mere feet away. I could be free to study for that test in little more than a second. All I have to to is take hold of that shiny doorknob and twist my paw, then bolt it.
Although, there is one problem with it, running with a boner is not an advisable activity, especially when a wolf will be chasing soon after you. And then there is... I inhale deeply... That. I turn around to find Jordan sitting on the bed as comfortably as any fur could be as he strokes his paw up and down the moistened member.
"Pants, off, now." I did as I was told without any caution, my pants instantly hitting the ground along with my underwear which was pulled down with it. My foxhood plump and beginning to poke out of it's sheath. I hate this. My feet step out of the pants and towards the awaiting wolf. His stupid smirky face staring at me; his eyes looking me up and down as my growing cock bobs in front of me. I stop shortly at the edge of the bed. He pulls himself up and grabs onto my arms pulling me on top of him, his rod resting in between our stomachs, the heat intriguingly comforting and the feel of his precum soaking into my furs not as gross and disgusting as I had anticipated. I rock my hips a little and grind my growing cock against his belly. Such soft fur rubbing against my sensitive cock, my muzzle gapes open and in an instant a paw makes it's way to the back of my head and his tongue makes it's way back into my muzzle.
My eyes squeeze shut and a paw grabs onto my ass cheek and gives it a firm squeeze, pulling my waist downwards to grind our cocks against the other's belly again. Wow, I must have been really drunk last night if I didn't remember how amazing this feels. Our tongues continue wrestling, saliva being swapped, pre being soaked into belly furs.
He pulls my head back and our kiss is broken with me sadly whimpering. I feel so horrible about that whimper, so stereo fucking typical! Even if I truly and disappointed that the kiss had to end. He grabs onto the back of my thighs and lifts us up, turning around immediately and dropping me back on my bed and shoving his muzzle into mine for a brief second before lifting himself back up and turning around, leaving me nude in my bed. He bends over to pick up his shorts, his huge balls and cock hanging between his legs easily visible and definitely being paid attention.
As he lifts up his shorts he reaches into his pocket and pulls out two small containers. One of them was a small bottle, containing what I could only guess to be lube. The other is the tell-tale packaging of a condom, the brand of which I am unable to decipher. He drops the looted shorts and turns around and gives me a quick glance before he returns his gaze to the objects in his paws and begins to open them up working on the condom first and placing it over his cock once the packaging is taken care of. Immediately afterwards he opens the cap on the bottle and pours a decent amount into his paw and spreads it along the latex covered member.
He then tosses the bottle and ravaged wrapper aside, and returns to me, leaning over me and placing his now cold cock against my tailhole. He rubbed it back and forth as he leaned over and kissed me again. His cock remained there for about five minutes, only rubbing against the entrance, denying me what I imagine to be an amazing experience. Of course my main priority is to get out of here as soon as possible so I could get to my history test... Of course!
I groan a bit, hoping that my groaning will help him get the point, it doesn't appear to as his motion doesn't stop. I'm going to regret this, aren't I? I grab onto him to give myself leverage and push my hips downward. His cockhead nudges in, tearing my anal ring open and causing me to bite onto my lip hard in response. Why the hell did I think this was going to like this! My ass burned like hell. This has to get better! I continue pushing his cock deeper into me, each inch only causing more and more pain. What hell is wrong with gays! This does not fee-
"Oh god!" I shout out automatically. A shot of pre jets out of my cock and soaks into my chest fur. I spoke much too soon. Why the hell would any guy want to be straight? This is the best thing ever, even if it does hurt like a mother! That little moment of euphoria is much too worth it! He pulls out his cock, yet another amazing feeling. With a grunt of exertion he buries his cock back into my ass, that wonderful feeling filling me again as more pre spills out.
He quickly gets into a rhythm of humping as that glorious feeling becomes more constant. I quit biting onto my lip and start moaning loudly as my tongue lulls out lazily. I take a paw to my cock and begin stroking slightly, my paw quickly becoming covered in pre in the process. I quickly begin feeling myself become close as I start pawing faster and his cock goes in and out of my hole.
"Oh yeah! I'm getting close!" I shout. Immediately he pulls his cock all the way out and flips me over on my knees and gets up on the bed behind me a plows back in, my paws gripping hard onto the sheets. His paw rubs up my back, gently scratching it up and down. His other paw makes it's way to my cock and resumes the job of pawing it as my head drops down and rests on my pillow, drool pooling on it as the sensation of getting mated by the hunky wolf over fills me and prevents me from holding my saliva.
His paw on my back moves and grabs onto my hip as he braces himself and starts jamming his knot against my hole. I bite down onto my pillow as his pawing becomes much swifter and his knot breaks through the threshold of my hole. His hips continue to inch the length within my hole as he continues to paw me, my load blowing almost instantly all over the bedsheets and a hole appears on my pillow case. I groan as my balls are emptied of their kit batter. His paws grab onto my hips tightly and he slams his cock slightly in and out of my ass a few more times before he falls over, bringing me with him, as we both breath hard in our after glow.
"Dinner and a movie, tonight, after class." he manages through pants of exhaustion. I don't respond even though I know I don't have much of a choice. I don't mind it either. Right, I still have class, and as it appears he know it. He begins pulling out his knot, unfortunately to the pain of both of us. I quickly check to clock, 2:52, shit! I need to hurry. I quickly put on my clothes and grab a few pencils from a drawer.
"I gotta go, I have a big test! Let yourself out, I'll see you later tonight I guess." I quickly say without looking at him. I turn to open the door and a paw grabs onto mine and turns me around. His muzzle meets mine for a short but deep kiss.
"Goos luck," he says as I make my way out through the hall.
I wonder what he's planning for dinner, if it's anything special? I did get that text for the address, not one I recognize, but close to school so I could walk which I am currently in the process of doing after receiving the mind blowing news that I aced the test without any flaws. Even the teacher was shocked when I told him I didn't get a chance to study. As I approach the address all I find is a residential area, and as I walk up the steps of the smaller house corresponding with the digits I was given a bit of curiosity strikes. I walk up to the door to find a note that says "come on in," and I follow it. As I enter I hear light piano music as well as the smell of food entering my nostrils. As I turn the corner I find pink hearts galore as well as a wolf dressed in a nice button up dress shirt and well groomed.
"Happy Valentine's Day." I had completely forgotten the date I wrote on the test form. "Welcome to your new residence! It took me a few trips, but I moved your stuff into my room." I was speechless, I was flabbergasted, I was... In love?! I leapt forward and wrapped my arms around the wolf and kissed him deeply.
I love you, Brandon! You sexy wolf you!
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