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Dalton University was quiet during May. Many of the students were either cooped up studying for upcoming exams or out admiring the hot weather. The university was laced with large brick red dorms which were neatly layed out and quiet, mainly due to the strict no alcohol policy. It kept the party animals in the nearby village which was good for a second year Husky, Matthew Lyman, Matt for short. He wasn't much for the whole partying, swinging your top around as you stumble across a sidewalk thing. Typically he would surround himself by various literature and internet sites to get through the day while still going out with his friends on occasion. It was a particularly slow Monday morning for him as the early lectures had been cancelled so there was more time to relax.

Matt stared blankly out the window of his aqua coloured room on the second floor. He saw the various people that would normally be in his Maths Lecture enjoying the summer rays under the oak tree outside the dorm. Joining them would be fun he thought, it would beat just sitting there looking out the window like a creep. Ignoring the obvious chance at social interaction he kicked back on the chair rolling over the brown carpet to his monitor. A pretty solemn look fell on his face when nothing was updating on this morning. Maybe it was a chance to interact with the others? A question he was a little scared to find the answer to. After refreshing the same pages in the same order for the 5thtime yielding nothing new he decided to see if any of his professors had decided to show up today.

"Just one?" he though looking at the school's page. Victor Lawrence's English literature, a class which he enjoyed but it was 2 hours away from starting. He could only hope that his friend Rob, an overly excited cougar, would also go allowing him to not look like a social outcast walking the long way to the opposite ends of the grounds. Matt opened the chat hoping Rob would be online.

"Um if you're online would you let me know if you're going to English later?" when he'd finished typing the silence of his room had returned but the Cougar had responded in good time for once. "Well if you're up for it man. I wasn't planning on going since the profs ditched us but I could use all the help I can get". Matt chuckled a little. To pass the time Matt took out a book he was meaning to finish for the longest time, "Captain's tail" a story about a tailess fur and his crew who captained a ship across the wide ocean battling various sea creatures and exploring many lands along their travels. It wasn't a particularly well known series but it Matt found some satisfaction in being one of the few of his peers to know about it. But how could you read a book on such a hot day without a nice cool drink? It was boiling in that room, Matt had to open a window and silently made his way to the door. He held his ear close to the door to ensure he didn't walk out on his roommate, David, in the buff again with one of his flings. The coast was clear. A note was on the table. Matt hoped it was a ransom note or detailing how he's runaway. Unfortunately it was just to boast about another fine looking specimen he'd be staying the night with. It was lucky he wouldn't be in the flat, unfortunately this meant he had left all his dirty laundry for Matt to take down to the laundry for him. The musky staleness and sweat of whatever was in that basket should be labelled a bio hazard and burned. Matt sighed, got his ice cold drink and returned to his room even keeping the door open to enjoy this brief freedom he had. He liked the coldness of the condensation on his paws, especially on a day like today. For some reason though he couldn't stop fixating on the smell of his roommates dank laundry basket. He had never thought of his own sexuality much before but now that he was being exposed to more and more people he was starting to experiment with it a little more. He quietly creeped into the kitchen as if somebody were around and peered into the basket. Old shirts and jeans.

"Why am I even doing this?" He said to himself as he peeled back the layers of clothes. He'd seen most of these when his roomie came back with some vixen. His paw finally got a hold of a tag and pulled it up and out. There it was, a stained, danky old pair of pure white boxers. Well they were pure white at one point, long beyond that point now. Matt was nervous just holding them, like the police would barge in at any moment and tackle him to the floor. Nonetheless the boxers edged closer and closer to the husky's snout, the musk getting more and more intense. The mere thought of this fabric touching the young wolfs crotch sent a surge of energy through the Husky's body. Digging his nose into it and taking a huge sniff of the boxers felt exhilarating. Matt could smell the fresh semen from the night before and the sweat that had accumulated from days of walking to and from class. It was foul but so alluring. He held the boxers there for a few more moments until he felt his own manhood pressing against the table in front of him. Staring down at the tent between his legs Matt felt embarrassed. But with nobody around there wouldn't be any harm would there?

Feeling frustrated he contemplated pawing off to the stench of his roommate but at the same time it felt wrong. Halfway back to his room Matt noticed that David's door was still open. ".....I-It couldn't hurt for just a few minutes" he thought to himself. The door slowly opened to showcase the messy personality of David. Clothes were scattered over the brown carpet and various naked canine posters littered the green walls. The stench was even thicker in here. The Blue cover were peeled back, inviting Matt into having a seat. "Just this once" he slowly muttered making his way across the room. His paws could feel some spots on the carpet where cum had dried in, what a mess.

Taking off his top and lowering his sweatpants, matt stripped down to nothing but his white briefs. He layed down in the bed with boxers in paw like he was expecting something bad to happen. He was pretty innocent and got nervous over things so this was pretty bold for him. He caressed the fabric of the boxers as he moved his paw down over his chest and onto the bulge violently pushing on his briefs. He rubbed his crotch with his bare hand, taking a big whiff of his roommates musk once again. It was time. He slowly pulled down the waist of his briefs placing them on top of his clothes now exposing the 6 inches of his canine cock. Looking to the side table beside the bed Matt picked up some lube and rubbed it over his length. Digging his maw into the boxers once again he started slowly pumping his shaft, some pre already escaping the pointed tip. Matt closed his eyes and imagined rubbing his muzzle against the gray wolfs crotch. He could imagine the wolf still in his boxers, allowing matt to caress the crotch through the thin fabric.

His pumping was slow at first but got quicker and quicker making sure to pleasure a soft spot just below the tip, it became a rhythm. His tongue started to start licking the cum and enjoying the saltiness, moaning from the pleasure. It got more and more violent. Soon he had gotten off his back and was on his knees, one hand holding the boxers against the bed and the other pumping his length. From this position he imagined the wolf taking him from behind pumping in and out of his virgin hole moaning in unison, Matt them moved his hips to simulate the thrashing he was getting in his imagination. Soon the sweat started getting heavy and the panting began, the thrusts on his length got more rapid and short.

The husky let out a quiet howl as he feel backwards, stook his legs in the air spreading each of his canine toes far apart and unleashing his load into the air. It felt great. For those few moments it felt good to be out of his comfort zone. Then his cum landed on his chest, hot from his balls. The huskey stayed in the bed panting, cleaning himself off with the musky boxers. They were getting cleaned anyway so who cared? Everything was clear from Matt's head, he could just lie there forever. Feeling welcomed by the warmness of the bed he slept there, imagining the satisfied look on David's face after a wild night.

A few hours later rapid knocking was heard. "Yoooooo you coming!? Sorry I was late". Late? Matt looked over and noticed he only had 5 minutes to cross the entire grounds and get into the hall. He panicked, his fur still stuck from the cum that was only half cleaned and he still had to clean up the room to remove all evidence! "Hold on I'll be just a minute.... uh..... just can't find my books!" He shouted at the door. Thank god he never let Roy have that spare key. There was no time to take the laundry down now, he just threw the wet boxers into the basket along with his own clothes and got a new pair. It felt weird putting on fresh clothes on over his cum stained chest but there was no time for a shower. Grabbing whatever books were on his desk, Matt rushed to the door and unlocked it. "No need to panic bro, he's not gonna kill us if we're late" "y-yeah I know".

Matt never really contemplated his sexuality, he just kinda went with the flow as he never felt like it was too important to him personally. But everything escalated from this point onwards.