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Beep, beep, beep! Logan reached over and smacked the top of his alarm clock. The wolf stretched out and tried to stifle a yawn. He wasn't quite ready to wake up. He looked down his sheet only to see his morning wood to greet him. The wolf had always been embarrassed about this. His size was pretty much double of most people he met. He maintained to himself that it was the reason he hadn't committed to any relationship. It seemed more of a novelty to people ever since he had turned thirteen. From that age on, he didn't stop growing till he was seventeen.

Logan dropped a pillow over it and sat up, rubbing his eyes. "Looks like someone's at full salute this morning," his roommate's voice came from the other side of the room. Logan felt himself turn completely red, but simply held up a middle finger, "Are you ever going to get tired of that joke Pierce?"

Pierce who was already getting dressed to face the day of classes casually smirked, "Nope." Pierce was roughly six feet tall and round. His belly hung heavy, but he carried himself quite well, and was by no means out of shape. His broad shoulders and thick arms and legs made him look like a wall. Pierce ruffled up his mane, and brushed it all into place, giving the lion a proper and clean look "Besides, it gives me something to aspire to."

"Let me go find you a pump then," said Logan as he shifted to sit on the edge of his bed. Logan then realized that Pierce was dressed up in a school girl outfit. Logan shook his head thinking he was losing it, but he wasn't, "Why the hell are you dressed like that?"

"Halloween dude!" the lion did a curtsy.

"Oh yeh," said Logan, "I completely forgot."

"Most important day of the year," said Pierce as he swung his bag over his shoulder, "See you at Sampson's party!" With that, the lion exited the room, leaving Logan in peace much to his relief. Logan threw his sheet off from around him and started to get dressed. He was so relieved his knot wasn't stuck outside of his sheath again. It took him twenty minutes the last time to deflate. He shifted through his closet and pulled out a utility kilt and a t-shirt. Logan never had the chance to buy a Halloween costume, so he was just going to be himself today. He wouldn't be caught dead at Sampson's party anyway. "Scary enough," Logan rolled his eyes as he checked himself out in the mirror.

The wolf left the dorm and made his way to his only class of the day. He wished it wasn't so early in the day, but it was his favorite course. Logan entered the science building and drifted down the pale hallway to the fourth room. He slumped down into his usual front seat.

The classroom had seats for fifty, but it was only half full. The walls were filled with science posters. Some encouraging and some fact giving, they seemed needlessly excessive as you could barely read most of them from the ten rows of desks. A cheetah was in front of the class, having a casual conversation with a student as he sipped from a cup of coffee.

Bradley Hardik was the cheetah's name. He was the brunt of many jokes from the students. How could they not with a last name like Hardik. He was skinny and average in height. He always held a modest tone with everyone which made him very likeable. Every day he wore a white long sleeve button up with rolled up sleeves and black slacks. He joked on the first day it made him look cool. Bradley dismissed the student he was talking to so he could tend to class.

He scanned over his students, most of which who were costumed up already, "You all look ridiculous. I don't think I can teach anatomy with you all looking like this." This caught a few snickers. Bradley merely shook his head with a grin, "Alright you dolts, today we'll be covering muscles. What they do, why they're there, how many of them, and why the penis one is so important." This jostled more laughter, "I'm glad to know we're all actually paying attention." He sure liked to keep his students interested. Bradley realized after five years of teaching, he was the boring, monotonous teacher everyone loathed having, and that needed to change.

Logan was the only one who never laughed. Bradley even went out of his way to get the wolf to laugh, but he could only catch a smirk from Logan. Bradley reminded Logan of Gearr quite a bit, a small guy with a positive attitude that wanted him to open up. During Bradley's attempt today, he took a raised eyebrow from Logan as a positive improvement. The wolf cracked a smirk at that and made the teacher dance on his heel, "There we go. We'll have you laugh yet."

Logan was slightly thankful the class came to a close. Bradley clapped his hands together, "Alright everyone, next time I see you, a five thousand word essay on the muscles. I will be counting every word." Everyone stood to leave and Logan followed suit but felt someone tap on his shoulder. It was Bradley, "Would you mind hanging back for a moment?"

"Uh..Sure Professor Hardik," said Logan caught a bit off guard. What could he want the wolf wondered. After the class cleared up, Bradley leaned back onto his desk with his arms crossed.

"Is everything alright Logan?" the cheetah asked bluntly.

"Everything is fine," said the wolf, suddenly feeling cornered.

"You don't laugh, you're always distant. It's like you don't want to be around anyone," said Bradley as walked toward him, "Are you sure you're ok?"

Logan thought for a second, "I'm kind of an introvert."

"Come on now, "said Bradley dismissing this, "A good looking guy like you? I've seen time and time again people trying to make friends with you, and you push off. I'd hate to see you fall before you even stand up. You're intelligent. I can sense somewhere inside of you is a beast wanting to burst out, but you're holding back. There has to be a reason"

Logan shrugged, "I grew up on a fishing boat and lived in a village. I'm not very used to being around so many people all the time." Logan was starting to get frustrated, "Why does everyone want me to be around them? I seriously prefer being left alone."

Bradley shook his head, "No you don't. I watch you. The other faculty watches you as well. They see your eyes and your actions. You want to reach out to others, and you haven't. We notice panic in your face before anyone gets out one sentence."

"I talk to my roommate," said Logan trying to sneak out of this.

"Everyone has no choice but to talk to their roommates. I'm pretty sure you probably have a chatty one," Bradley crossed his arms again. Logan knew he was right so he threw his bag over his shoulder, "Thanks for the chat Professor Hardik, but I'm gonna go."

Before Logan got to the door he felt something hit the back of his head. A bawled up piece of paper danced across the floor. The wolf turned around and stared at Bradley with bewilderment. "What you gonna do about it?" Bradley mocked.

Logan looked down at the piece of paper and back up to Bradley. The wolf sighed, "Are we really going to do this again?"

"Oh no, last time I sprained my ankle," said Bradley sweeping pass the wolf, "Let's get coffee instead, my treat."

Logan rolled his eyes, "I just want to go back to my room."

"Nope," said Bradley as Logan dragged his feet, but reluctantly went.

They entered into the afternoon sky. It was dull grey with a light fog. Bradley tried having idle conversation with Logan as they made their way down to PaddyPaw's Café. The wolf was still fighting to insist he preferred being left alone. After Bradley got their coffees, the two of them took a seat outside.

"Now then," said Bradley, "You're less vulnerable out here. Now talk to me."

"I'm just body conscious and I'm always afraid of saying the wrong thing," said Logan, "I've been in a port village with sailors my whole life. I don't even know what I was thinking when I came out here. Now I've been here for over two years. I've only kind of made one friend, but he kinda forced himself onto me."

Bradley arched an eyebrow, "That's....good." He smirked, "Why don't you open the door then? You might surprise yourself."

"I'm scared though," said Logan, "What if I lose him? I kind of like how it is. He just bugs me when I'm smoking, and I try to hold polite conversation. Nothing more. I don't want to intrude on his life, and I don't want him to get sucked into having this big, lame, quiet wolf around him all the time. He's nice. He even tried to introduce me to one of his friends the other night. It put a lot of pressure on me. I came here for an education, not friends."

"Talking about me?" Logan's hair stood on end as Gearr stood next to the table, "Mind if I join you?"

Bradley smirked, "Not at all," he waved a paw to a spare chair. As Gearr took his seat Bradley spoke through the silence, "Ahem. Logan and I were just discussing why he won't open up."

Logan sighed, "I just don't want to."

Gearr leaned on an elbow, "Why not?"

"I've told the both of you several times why," Logan rolled his eyes, "Do I need to clarify anymore on my story?"

"That's just it," said Gearr as he lit up a cigarette, "Bullshit stories only get you so far." Logan's jaw dropped just a little as Gearr pushed on, "I think it's selfish. Even introverts have friends. You, you're just shutting yourself off from everyone. From what I've been able to weasel out of you, I've learned your very kind and generous. I doubt you can change much from that. Not unless you're some axe wielding serial killer, I see no reason not to be your friend."

"I'm not an axe wielding serial killer!" Logan exclaimed quite abruptly.

Bradley leaned across the table, "Ahah! A break through. He shared something personal from deep within. He is, in fact, not an axe wielding serial killer."

"Come on, this is serious," Logan shot at him. The wolf then paused, realizing what he said. "This is serious?" it came out again like a question.

Gearr put a paw over Logan's, which caused the wolf to blush, "Come on. I have faith in you. Why don't you come with me to Sampson's party tonight?" Logan opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out. "It'll be fun, I promise," said Gearr patting the wolf's shoulder.

"I'll go too," Bradley smirked, "Make sure to pull you out of there if you panic too much."

Gearr then look concerned, "Uh...Well, professor, it's kind of a uh..."

"Oh please," Bradley rolled his eyes, "I was your age once. And I know what can happen at that boy's party. Also, I'm kind of the anatomy and biology professor. I've probably seen more cock and titties than any of you have." Logan laughed. Bradley smirked, "About damn time."

Logan merely shook his head, "I appreciate the invite, but I really don't feel like losing my clothes. It's embarrassing."

Gearr looked Logan up and down, "I think you're pretty hot. If it's about weight, I'm pretty sure there'll be bigger guys than you there."

"Erm...it's not that," Logan started.

"What? Are you covered in scars or burns or something like that?" Gearr gave the wolf's arm a sharp jab, "Nothing is stopping you from going to this other than you."

Logan flattened his ears, "I don't even have a costume."

"My boyfriend lives and breathes theatre," said Gearr with a soft chuckle, "Our whole room looks like a stage took a nosedive in it."

The three of them sat there in silence for a moment. Gearr and Bradley looked to Logan for a response. The wolf finally gave in, "Fine. I'll go. If I feel uncomfortable, I'll just leave."

"That's the ticket," said Bradley slapping the wolf on his back. Just then, the cheetah's watch beeped. He looked down at it, "Well, I must be off. Good of you to come out of your shell Logan. I'll see you tonight."

"Yeh," said Logan as he tried to hide behind his coffee cup, "Thanks for the coffee."

"Later boys," at that, the cheetah was gone.

Logan sat there with his eyes closed. Gearr simply lounged back in his chair, looking over at the wolf. The buck then leaned in close and Logan opened an eye.

"What?" the wolf asked.

"I know what you're shy about," Gearr grinned.

Logan ears turned red as he became slightly alarmed, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh please," Gearr rolled his eyes, "Everyone knows that Sampson's parties end up pretty much clothes free. That's all that you brought up, nothing about not wanting to socialize. I asked about your body, and you said it wasn't that. So," the buck put a hard emphasis on that word, "I've concluded you're embarrassed about being nude. You think you're too small or too big under that kilt. Well, I'll tell you one thing. No one's going to care."

Logan tried to counter this, but couldn't, "It's just... I'm very nervous about my size. I've been shot down quite a few times, and I just don't feel it necessary to share anymore. If I get close to someone, they end up hurting me. Ok?"

Gearr gave Logan a most concerning look. The wolf took it as pity. This was the reason he never wanted to open up. The wolf then saw the buck crack a smile.

"Then you've had the wrong kind of friends," said Gearr, "Me and Jorn, we never abandon our friends, no matter how hopeless they seem."

"I came to this college so I didn't have to get close to anyone and I was away from everyone that knew me," said Logan, "I just don't want to repeat things."

"Where I come from, life is about family and friends and good food," Gearr chuckled, "As for you, I'd like us to become friends, and then family. You're far away from home. Like you said, you wanted to get away from it all. Well here you are, away from it all. Start anew. Start today. Jorn and I will support you."

Logan felt his eyes start to well up a bit, "Are you sure?"

"Pfft, please. I have yet to find anything or anyone that stops Jorn from smiling," said Gearr, "He doesn't give up easy. He takes his friendships very seriously. Once I introduce you to him, you'll understand."

Logan and Gearr talked awhile longer. The wolf was starting to open up a bit. He was surprised to find he was enjoying himself. After about an hour or so, Gearr led Logan back up to their dorm. Gearr took the wolf by his paw and brought him to his and Jorn's room.

Gearr cracked the door open and it swung open. Logan about had a heart attack as Gearr was swept up off his feet and swung into a hug with a kangaroo, "Oh Gearr! I've missed you so much!"

"Don't be so dramatic," Gearr chuckled as he regained his footing and hugged the kangaroo, giving him a quick kiss on the lips, "I have someone for you to meet."

Jorn looked over to Logan and said very seriously to Gearr, "We can't afford a pet. He'll eat us out of a home."

"Ignore him," said Gearr, "Jorn, this is Logan. He's shy, so go easy on him."

"Shy, smy," said Jorn as he bounced over and gave Logan a hug, "A pleasure to meet you!"

Logan gasped and gave an uneasy hug back, "The pleasure is mine. Gearr has told me much about you"

"Oh, so formal," Jorn said as he slid a finger between Logan's pectorals, "And so studly."

"Down boy," Gearr laughed as he shut the door.

Logan froze up a bit. He was trapped. The wolf rubbed his paws together nervously. Gearr then put a paw on his shoulder and gave a reassuring glance over to Jorn.

Logan swallowed and finally spoke up, "Uhm... Gearr said you might have a costume I could borrow for tonight's party. I kind of really didn't plan on doing anything this Halloween."

Jorn grinned, "I think I have a few things that could work. Clothes off."

Logan was aghast at how casual this guy was, "I'm sorry?"

"I can't shape you up properly when you're fully dressed, now can I?" Jorn gave him a discerning look.

"You want me to undress first so you feel more comfortable?" Gearr asked.

Logan panicked a bit, "No! I mean no. It's fine. I just... I mean... I don't know what I mean."

Gearr had distracted Logan just long enough that Jorn had reached over and undid his kilt. Logan didn't react fast enough as his kilt dropped to the floor with a thud. The wolf instantly threw his paws over himself, tugging his shirt down, "Come on now, really?"

"Sorry wolfy," said Jorn, "We're not shy in these parts. What's so bad about being naked anyway? It's so much more comfortable." Jorn then stripped off his pants and shirt. "There we go!" the kangaroo did a heroic pose.

Logan tilted his head sideways as he stared at Jorn, "Your balls are on backwards..."

"I thought you were in an anatomy class," Gearr interjected.

"I have yet to study the kangaroo species, thanks," Logan said, "That's so fascinating."

Jorn smirked, "Well, I'll let you have a closer look later so you can study up. For now, remove your shirt and paws."

Logan sighed and gave in, "I guess helping me study your species will be fair trade then." Logan removed his paws and slid his shirt off. Once the shirt was removed and Jorn and Gearr came back into view, the both of them stood there gawking. Logan whined and perked his ears back.

"That's what you're hiding!?" Gearr exclaimed, Logan wanted to disappear, "Hell Logan, I didn't know you were packing heat."

"This is what I get hassled for," said Logan as he lowered his head.

"It's so magnificent," said Jorn, Logan looked up as he hadn't heard such a word used to describe his abnormally large junk. "Come again?" the wolf asked.

"Look at you," said Jorn as he rounded about the wolf, then placing paw under Logan's large set of orbs, "Big boy, where you been hiding? You shouldn't be ashamed." As Jorn lifted up on his balls, the wolf shifted uncomfortably, "Please don't mock me."

Jorn looked up at him, and Logan realized the kangaroo's eyes showed he was a bit hurt by that comment. Jorn then gave him a big grin, "You need some work wolfy. First, chill out a bit. Stop feeling negative. Really, I'm quite jealous. I doubt my ass could even take that thing. Also, you're beautiful. Look at how wonderful you are. You don't even know it yet? Get outta here. We're gonna make you a star."

Logan could feel his eyes well up again, "Thank you."

"No, no," Jorn held a finger to the wolf's lips, "Thank you for being here."

Logan laughed as the kangaroo squeezed his cheeks. Jorn then threw his two wardrobes open and started pulling costumes out, checking through all of them thoroughly to find a size suitable for Logan.

"Told you," Gearr nudged Logan with an elbow.

Logan nodded, "I just never realized kindness wasn't a façade."

"Hard to fake me," said Jorn, "I'm as odd as they come."

Gearr and Logan joined Jorn on the hunt. Logan became less aware that he was nude in the presence of others. He actually felt at ease after costume hunting with the two of them. Jorn did more than enough talking to take his mind off things as well. The kangaroo was good at his craft.

Jorn held up two costumes for Logan to look at. The kangaroo having taken a moment to dress up in the process with a chainmail necklace hanging off his nipple rings, a sarong around his waist, and a fruit hat. Logan took more notice of Jorn's getup, "You look ridiculous."

Jorn waggled his eyebrows, "We have centurion or French maid." Jorn balanced the two outfits in his paws. Logan with no hesitation at all said, "Centurion."

Jorn passed the outfit over to Logan. There was a red cape, a leather war skirt, and leather underwear to match. Jorn pulled out the helmet, which had a long frill of red colored horse hair from front to back and passed it over to Logan. The wolf nearly dropped it as he was expecting it to be plastic.

"Is this a real uniform?" Logan asked, examining the outfit.

"Big daddy Arik made it for me," said Jorn as he took the underwear from him, unlacing the sides and the front pouch, "Probably needs a few adjustments as you're quite thicker than I am, but it should fit. However, I don't think we're gonna be able to fit your package into this, but it won't hurt to try."

Logan blushed as his manhood yet again became a burden. Jorn snapped him out of it as the kangaroo tossed the underwear back at him, "Try it on."

Logan set the rest of the outfit down and pulled the under wear up over his legs. Logan's legs were a bit wide for the leg holes, the thick lace on the sides were pulled out of their eyelets. Logan pulled the pouch over his package. He was surprised it fit over him, but there was no room to tie up as the wolf pushed it to the limit.

"It fits!" Jorn exclaimed, "Well, mostly, I have some spare leather lace somewhere. At least Arik pleated the front pouch so it had more room to expand. I guess he figured I was still a growing boy, but he can only hope."

Logan's ears perked up at that as Jorn was rummaging through his drawers for the lace, "He can hope?"

Gearr piped up, "Jorn has quite a strange relationship with his fathers."

"Fathers?" Logan asked even more confused now.

"I can have two," Jorn said as he pulled out the lace and started to measure the wolf up.

"But..." Logan started.

"I'm intimate with them," Jorn smirked as he snipped the laces and started to replace them with the old ones.

"Wait, what?" Logan was very confused.

"We give each other the hot dickings, geez, how much clearer do I have to be?" Jorn said as if it was an everyday thing.

"That's...."Logan started, but Gearr finished for him, "Weird? Yeah, but I think it's kind of hot. His dads are dying to meet me." Logan ran this through his mind. He then felt the underwear close up over his sheath. He looked down as the menacing bulge pushed out against the new laces.

"Huh," said Logan, "I think this is the first pair of underwear to fit me in ages."

"I guess you don't shop around much," Jorn chuckled, "I can picture you in a lot of things I've seen."

Logan blushed, "I just realized this doesn't have a top."

"It has a cape!" Jorn said joyously as he slung it around the wolf.

"But..."Logan still wasn't comfortable with his body even though he spent the last half hour in the nude.

Jorn yet again put his finger to Logan's lips, "Shhh. You're gonna look wonderful." The kangaroo then slid the war skirt around Logan's waist. The kangaroo then tied him off and took a step back, "Put the helm on!"

Logan put the helmet on. Jorn then spun him around to face the mirror on the back of the door. Logan looked himself up and down. He was quite impressed. "This doesn't look too bad," he said.

Jorn gave him a big grope, "Not bad at all." Jorn left Logan blushing as he continued to admire his outfit. The kangaroo pulled out two packages and tossed one to Gearr. "I sent Arik your measurements, so it should be a good fit," said Jorn as Gearr opened up his package.

Gearr held up a leather thong and a thick leather harness, they were a nice candy apple red. Brass studs lined the straps of the harness and the waistline of the thong. "How modest," said Gearr with a chuckle as he turned it about to inspect it, "Can't wait to try this on."

Jorn pulled out a similar one, only his was a sky blue, "We're going to match!"

Gearr then realized there was a collar in the package as well, "Ohhh, I have an idea."

"What's that?" Jorn asked as he hiked his thong up, strapping the waist buckle over his tail.

"Logan can be our centurion master, and we can be his sex slaves," said Gearr.

The sound of a stifled whine came from Logan. Jorn started to laugh, "That's a little kinky. I like that idea. What do you say wolfy? We'll keep you safe, and entertained." Jorn gave him a playful wink.

Logan shrugged, the wolf figured he was on a roll, "Er, why not? What does this entail?"

Jorn wasted no time and pulled two chain leashes out, "Leashes!"

Logan burned a bright red, "Unexpected. But ok."

Gearr slid into his harness and looked over to the wolf with great concern, "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine," he replied solidly, "Why do you ask?" He very well knew why.

"You're going along with everything suddenly," said Gearr as he tightened his straps.

Logan swept his cape in a flutter and faced himself in the mirror again, "Maybe this really is exactly what I need." Gearr smiled and gave Logan a hug from behind. The wolf put an arm around him, "Yeah. It's what I need."

The time came for the party. The entrance into the abandoned underground gymnasium was located next to the main dorm building. A line of people were crowding down the narrow hallway that led down beneath the dorms of the campus. No one was really certain why the gymnasium was there, but people took it as a bad construction decision. The loud house music blared up the hallway to greet the guests. Upon entering the dance party, everyone was greeted by two large guys checking ID's. Then it was off into the dance floor. Party lights washed over the sea of people on the dance floor. The whole place looked alive with its dead abandoned look.

Art and Maverick were at the entrance to the building waiting for Gearr and Jorn. Maverick was dressed up as a gladiator and Art was topless as he had painted his body from head to toe all white, he also wrapped up his wheelchair in a white sheet with ragged strands hanging off of it.

"I still can't believe you painted yourself white," Maverick chuckled, "We could've gone and gotten you a costume."

"This was very cheap and easy. I make a great ghost" Art stuck his tongue out, "Where are they? They're a half hour late."

"Tried calling them?" Maverick asked.

"No answer," said Art, "And I can see why."

It was quite a site as Logan, Gearr, and Jorn came walking down the sidewalk. The wolf was trailing behind Gearr and Jorn, clasping onto the ends of their leashes. Jorn and Gearr looked like a pair of strippers out of a sci-fi film. Logan looked embarrassed but kept his composure trying to be a "badass centurion warlord master" as Jorn ended up putting it before their departure.

"About time you showed," Art chuckled as he took in the site of them.

"You're white as a ghost," Gearr remarked, "Sorry we took so long. It was quite the chore getting Logan to actually walk this far."

"I'm guessing you broke him?" Art asked.

"In a sense," Jorn grinned evilly.

"Shall we go?" Maverick asked.

"Let's do this!" Jorn exclaimed and took off to run. He let out a choking sound having forgotten Logan had him leashed and had a decent grip on him. Gearr introduced Logan to Maverick as they walked down the dark hallway. Maverick couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for Logan. A double whammy of Jorn and Gearr at the same time alone is not a fair fight at all.

Logan's ears flattened as they walked down the hallway. Jorn was leading the way in a strut with Art and Maverick taking the rear. Logan jumped as a hand clasped around his. It was Gearr; the buck gave it a good squeeze and patted the wolf's hand, "You'll be fine!" Logan's ears swiveled a bit as Gearr gave him a reassuring grin.

The smell of fog machines and sweat washed over the group as they entered the party. The event was well into full swing. A full stage DJ blasted his music out for the crowd. Bodies were bumping and grinding. It caused Jorn to scream excitedly and he took off. Logan let go of the leash before his hand got ripped off and Jorn was gone into the throng of people dancing.

"Some master you are," Gearr shouted over the music.

Logan blushed. Gearr tugged on his paw and guided him over to the bar which had been made out of the old bleachers. There was a massive stack of jello shooters laid out and two barkeeps dishing out hard liquor and beer.

"You want anything?" Gearr asked after he ordered himself a drink, looking up at Logan who was clearly uncomfortable but in awe.

Logan looked to the bartender that was paying them attention, "Do you have ale?" The bartender shook his head, "A pint of whisky then please." The bartender arched his eyebrow but did as Logan requested and passed him and Gearr their drinks.

"A pint?" Gearr exclaimed.

"It'll help take the edge off," said the wolf.

"Remind me to never challenge you to a drink off," Gearr shook his head.

Logan merely grinned after he already guzzled down half of his pint, "It'd be a wise decision."

Gearr led Logan to the edge of the dance floor. Logan hesitated as he watched everyone dance around. He'd never been to such an event before and was quite terrified. He felt a paw squeeze on his shoulder from behind. He turned to look and there was Bradley with a broad grin over his face and dressed only in a loincloth with red paint dragged across random points of his body and an arraignment of feathers hanging off his head.

"You made it!" he shouted over the music.

"Yeah, I did," Logan huffed, "I'm doing my best to take yours and Gearr's advice."

Bradley looked Logan up and down, "You look great!"

Logan shuffled uncomfortably but gave Bradley a manly pose, "I like how it fits."

"Me too!" Bradley laughed, "If only you weren't my student." The cheetah gave Logan a wink. The wolf could feel himself burning deeply. He wasn't quite sure if whether or not Bradley was flirting with him. He then became distracted by his drink being lifted out of his paws. Logan's paws became entwined by Gearrs. "Let's go dance," the buck smiled up to him as he pulled on him.

Logan stumbled along into the dance floor. He could feel his heart pounding hard in his chest. The wolf closed his eyes as he felt himself getting dragged into the middle of the throng. He jumped a bit as he felt some paws grab him by the hips and follow him out onto the floor. He didn't bother opening his eyes to see who it was. He was far too nervous and did his best to remind himself to have fun. He concentrated on the music booming in his ears and finally opened his eyes.

Gearr grinned up at him as he started to move his arms back and forth. The paws on his hips were encouraging him to sway back and forth. Logan looked back and turned beet red beneath his black fur as he saw Bradley wearing a broad smile as he wielded the big wolfs hips. Logan swayed in motion with the both of them. He swallowed deeply as he realized that they had guided him into the center of the dance floor. He felt crowded but relaxed as he danced with the help of Gearr and Bradley.

Gearr pushed in against Logan, grinding their bodies together. The wolf put his arms around the buck, quite unsure what to do. He then felt Bradley wrap his arms around his waist. He was sandwiched between buck and cheetah, getting grinded on and guided left to right. The wolf simply shivered and gave in. He started to work his hips against the both of them, really enjoying the feel of the both of them against him.

Gearr looked down the wolf's body, then back up to him. The buck was grinning and Logan knew why. He bit his lower lip as he could feel his thick cock shoving against the confines of his underwear. There wasn't enough room in there for him. The wolf stopped his dancing and leaned down to Gearr, "I...I can't do this. I need to go take care of this."

Gearr nodded and grabbed Logan by the paws. Gearr beckoned for Bradley to follow as him and the wolf headed off the dance floor. Gearr brought them over to the bathrooms. Logan charged in through the door and struggled with getting the lace untied, then let out a large sigh of relief as he hid next to the back stall. He was at full salute and was quite relieved to let himself free of the too tight underwear.

"Leather most certainly doesn't leave much room to breathe," Gearr chuckled.

Logan leaned his head against the wall, "I'm sorry."

Gearr and Bradley laughed. "You're quite alright handsome," said Gearr, "Happens to the best of us. Had I known it was so easy to get a rise out of you, we could have found something a little more form fitting."

Logan turned about to face them both, "You think anything is form fitting?" Both Gearr and Bradley simultaneously made the same noise. It was a gawk of idolization. Logan looked between the both of them, "Well?"

"I know where I'd like to fit it," Bradley finely said.

Logan shook his head, "This is turning into a weird night."

Gearr took Logan's paws into his as he had done many times today, "Hey. It's a compliment. I think you and someone should head back to your dorm room. He does seem to have taken a keen liking to you."

Bradley lowered his ears shamefully, "I really couldn't. I could get in trouble."

Logan laughed, "First you want me to break out of my shell. Then I get convinced by my only friend and his boyfriend to go to a party I didn't even want to attend. Now I'm stuck with a boner in an abandoned bathroom, my professor is crushing on me, and my friend is trying to tell me to hook up with him. What is even going on!?"

"Whatever it is, sounds hot," came a voice from one of the stalls, "Keep going."

"Oh great, and now some random stranger knows everything," Logan threw up his paws, "I knew I should have just shut off, gone back to my dorm."

The stall door opened. A jerboa standing at about five feet tall, a shock of blue hair, and a lean body walked out and looked straight up at Logan. Sampson looked the wolf up and down, "You wanted to skip out on the last party I'll ever throw?"

Logan looked down at him, "I didn't mean it like that."

"Sampson, what do you think? He shut himself away before, and this is the first time he's taken himself out for a test drive," said Gearr, "Is he doing too much or too little?"

Sampson looked between Gearr and Logan, "Well, I don't know the full story." He grabbed Logan by the cape to pull him down to his level, "I will tell you one thing big guy. You have this one life to live and I want you to live it. Take this moment, and remember it. Remember how crazy this day was. It may be the best memory you've ever had, I don't know. What I do know is this; you're not going to get anywhere by staying at home, shutting people out, or any of that bullshit. That's what I use to do. Now look at me. I'm the life of the party. I made the party. After I graduate this year, I'll be party central in my own business. I took the leap man. You should too. Good lookin' guy with a giant gear shifter," Logan jumped as the jerboa jerked his hard on back and forth, "You have nothing to fucking lose. Now get over yourself, get back to my party, and quit being a damn wallflower. Far too many better things to do."

Sampson opened his stall back up, "I'll catch you guys later." There were a few whines of disapproval from within that stall. "I'll see you guys on the dance floor."

Logan stood there looking dumbfounded as Sampson left the bathroom. He just got told off by someone he'd never met nor interacted with before. Gearr waved a paw in front of his face, "You gonna be ok?"

"I don't want to be Sampson," Logan finally said.

"Nobody wants to be Sampson," Bradley chuckled, "He used himself as an example and wants you to be you and make yourself into something grand."

Logan huffed, "Is it normal to be so bold?"

"Nothing is normal, and bold has nothing to do with it," Gearr chuckled as he tugged on the wolf's paw, "Come on, back on the dance floor. I'll keep you covered if I have to. You're gonna be just fine. I know you are."

Logan was half mass now and he tried his best to tuck away as Gearr and Bradley led him back into the loud music and throng of dancers. The wolf thought of everything that just got shoved down his throat. Sampson made it so blunt, made it sound easy. Maybe it was. The wolf put his arms around Bradley who took front this time. Gearr was behind him, the buck had locked his arms supportively around Logan. The wolf grinned as the two of them got him worked up again, but this time he didn't worry. Bradley would suffer the worse of it as Logan knew he would drip lots of pre all over the cheetah's bare body.

The night rode on and Gearr eventually went off to find Jorn, leaving the wolf and cheetah alone. Logan still wasn't sure how to feel having his professor so close with him. Bradley soon gave up the grinding dance and just held his arms around Logan. The wolf gave him a tight hug after just holding one another for a while, "I think I'm going to go head back to my dorm."

Bradley pulled away from him slightly, "Alright big guy. Thanks for having me."

Logan gave the cheetah's arms a good squeeze, "I just get to feel awkward after this."

"May I walk you back?" Bradley arched his eyebrows up hopefully.

Logan bit his lower lip then nodded, "Sure."

Logan and Bradley walked down the hallway. Bradley wrapped an arm around the wolf's waist, leaving the wolf no choice but to put an arm around his shoulders. The wolf sighed as they walked through the night air. Bradley pressed in close to him, shivering a bit. "You cold?" the wolf asked.

"I'm usually more dressed when it's this cold out," the cheetah chuckled, "A loincloth doesn't do me much justice."

Logan held him in tight, trying to keep him warm. The wolf wasn't bothered much by the chill air. After about ten minutes, they arrived at Logan's room. The wolf released the cheetah and turned away to open his door, "Thanks for walking back with me."

"I'll see you in class," said Bradley with a smile, giving Logan a big hug from behind, "I'm glad you came out tonight." Bradley turned to leave but stopped. Logan had grabbed him by the paw and was looking back at him, "Come in for a bit?"

Bradley smirked, "I think I can stay awhile."

Logan closed the door behind them. The wolf then undid his laces and dropped the cape and helmet off onto a table. He sighed as he took a seat on his bed. Bradley plopped down next to him.

"Homey," Bradley chuckled, "I haven't been in a dorm room in years." The cheetah lay back on the bed and stretched out. Logan cautiously put a paw on Bradley's thigh, rubbing gently. The cheetah rubbed a paw along Logan's back, "You don't have to do anything Logan. It's not why I came back with you. I just needed to make sure you'd be alright."

The wolf squeezed on his thigh tightly, "I just haven't really been with anyone."

Bradley sat up and put an arm around Logan, "You should never feel obligated to satisfy someone's desires."

"I want to satisfy mine," Logan replied softly. The wolf turned to look at Bradley, the cheetah had a soft smirk over his muzzle. Logan then leaned in and pressed into a kiss with Bradley. The cheetah gave no resistance, so he kept going, pressing more into the kiss as he put an arm around him. Logan held around Bradley as he slowly laid them back.

Logan pushed his underwear off as he straddled over the top of Bradley. The cheetah was quite impressed how gentle the wolf was. The wolf pulled off the cheetah's loincloth, leaving both of them bare now. Logan started to grind down against him as their lips embraced and tongues danced. The cheetah wrapped a paw around the wolf's shaft which had pushed out to full mass while they made out. He couldn't help but blush as the wolf was twice as hung as he was. His own cock throbbed against the wolf's huge orbs.

Bradley broke from the kiss and rubbed his muzzle up alongside the wolf's, "Got any lube big guy?"

Logan exhaled, "Heh, I hadn't thought that far. Let me see if Pierce has any."

The wolf stood up and went over his roommate's nightstand. Logan found a small bottle of lube. He eyed it in the darkness to make sure it was what it needed to be. Seeing the glistening letters verified the wolf was successful finding the lube. He turned back around and Bradley had scooted over to the edge of the bed and his legs propped up.

Logan looked him up and down, "I wasn't expecting to be on top... Are you sure?"

Bradley bit his lower lip, and then gave him a shining grin, "I'm pretty sure. I'd like to venture I can take it all."

The wolf laughed a bit as he positioned himself against the cheetah. He rubbed his paws over his leg as his thick length throbbed against the smaller male below. Logan could hear his heart pounding as he poured lube along his length, coating it from head to base. He then rubbed a few fingers against the cheetah's hole. Bradley let out a soft, delighted growl as he lifted his legs up. The wolf started to lube the cheetah's hole up as he pushed his digits in. Slowly pushing in and out as he got him loosened up.

Logan pulled his fingers out and grabbed hold of his glistening red cock, pushing the tip up against the cheetah's hole, "You ready?" The wolf had great concern about doing this. The last time he tried didn't end so well. "Drive it home stud," the cheetah was beaming, and Logan hoped he'd have that same face when he was done.

Logan slowly pressed against him. He shivered as he could feel that tight pucker stretch around his cock tip. He let out a deep groan as he grasped hard against the cheetah's legs. He bit his lower lip as he felt those depths accept his thick length as he pressed forth. The wolf stopped about half way as he heard the cheetah let out a deep groan.

"You alright?" the wolf slipped his arms around the cheetah's legs to take some strain off of him.

Bradley nodded as he chuckled with a big grin plastered over his face, "Oh yeah. I want you to keep going. I'll let you know if it becomes too much."

Logan half laughed but nodded. He then pulled back some and thrust his way slowly in which caused the cheetah to encourage him with new moans of delight. Logan kept pumping his way in. He could feel inch after inch slipping into those inviting depths. The wolf wasn't sure if he should stop but heeded what Bradley had told him. The wolf gasped as he felt his huge knot halt him from going further. Logan eased back and gave a firm push in, resulting in a loud moan from the cheetah.

"Mmm, yeah," Bradley responded after that, "That's gonna feel real nice."

Logan leaned over him and nuzzled into his chest, "You sure you want me to continue?"

Bradley gripped Logan by his ears and pulled him into a kiss. The wolf took that as a yes and started to grind against the cheetah. The wolf sincerely hoped he wasn't crushing him as he realized he had the cheetahs knees pinned against his shoulders, but Bradley wouldn't stop making out with him as he squeezed his hole around that thick pole that pushed through him. Logan put his paws down to brace himself up as he just kept pumping forth. Never before had he felt so much pleasure.

Bradley moaned into their long passionate kiss, letting the wolf know that he was enjoying every moment. He wrapped his arms up around the wolf as he tried to squeeze his walls around that thick cock pushing through him but realized there was no need. He could feel every inch plowing deeply into him. Logan picked up his pace, his balls now audibly slapping against the cheetah's bum. Bradley cried out against the wolf's lips as he felt his pucker start to give against that knot.

Logan started to buck against him roughly causing them to break the kiss. Logan buried his nose into the cheetah's neck, gasping out as loudly as he felt the tight hole give. Bradley jerked up and yelped out, hugging his arms tight around the wolf as he squeezed his walls tight, feeling that thick knot getting locked into him. The cheetah shook from the sheer mass of that cock within him. Logan held tight against him as he just shoved down. The wolf tried to pull back and met resistance. He started to rock back and forth rapidly and started to let out howling moans.

Logan came hard into the tight depths of the cheetah. The force of the knot lurching deeper and the rush of thick seed set Bradley off. Bradley was mixed in being overly pleased and in quite a bit of pain. The wolf had skewered him a bit too deep but he was more pleased than anything. The fact he got off without even touching himself would have impressed him more but he was too busy holding onto the wolf and moaning loudly. Logan shivered a bit as he felt his orgasm die off. He was quite certain that was the hardest he'd ever gotten off.

Bradley pulled the wolf's arms from around his legs. He slid them around the wolf's waist and squeezed against him, his arms still holding tight to him. Logan sighed softly as he could feel his cock throb in the tight space. The cheetah was nuzzling against the wolf's neck. Logan merely hovered over him, still not putting his weight down against him. Bradley however pulled him down. Logan slid his arms around him, finally giving in as he lay flat against him, cuddling him up tight.

"Mm... that was incredible," the cheetah whispered into his ear. Logan smiled, probably the first true smile he had in a long time. He'd never felt so good, and someone enjoyed every moment spent with him. He squeezed his arms tighter around the cheetah, "I hope I didn't hurt you any," the wolf said.

"Oh man," said Bradley as he squeezed his arms and legs about the wolf, "It was worth every inch."

Logan sighed contently, his paws brushing through the cheetah's fur gently, "I hope you'll be alright. It takes a while for me to soften up."

Bradley caressed the wolf's cheek, "Don't worry sweetie, I love every moment of this." He pulled the wolf in for a kiss. Logan grinned into it as they began to make out yet again. The two of them had such a wonderful time and neither seemed to want it to end. The door popped open with a bang and Logan's hair stood on end. It closed shut as someone shushed the door when it clicked. There was a bunch of stumbling around and the sound of springs on the other side of the room.

"Logan," said Pierce.

The wolf gathered himself, "Yeah?"

"Good, you're awake," the lion's speech was very slurred, "Dude, you missed the best party."

Logan went to respond but Pierce started snoring. Both wolf and cheetah just looked at each other and started to laugh. It took about half an hour before Logan could safely pull out. Bradley exhaled sharply as he felt his hole become free again. The cheetah slid onto the bed and patted it for Logan to climb in with him. The wolf dried his dick off with a towel then clambered on in. A full size didn't leave much room so the two of them held onto each other.

Logan was at a loss for words but spoke anyway, "Thank you."

"No Logan," said Bradley, "Thank you."

The both of them slept heavily through the night. Logan's internal alarm clock however didn't let him sleep as much as he'd liked to. Nine in the morning and all was well. Pierce was still snoring which meant he didn't notice Bradley was there. Bradley was there. Logan was surprised. He gave the cheetah a kiss on his lips. Bradley groaned as he stretched and yawned widely.

"Oh good," said the cheetah, "You didn't leave."

"Same can be said for you," said Logan with a chuckle. There was a soft knock on the door. The wolf tilted his head up, "Who can that be?" The wolf got up, not even bothered by the fact his morning wood had the best of him again. He cracked the door open.

"Fee-fi-fo-fum," said Jorn, "I smell the blood of a wolf man."

Gearr rolled his eyes, "We're returning your clothes." The buck held up Logan's kilt, sporran, and shirt, which was all neatly folded. The wolf opened up the door so they could come in. Jorn let out a low whistle, "That is one giant dong."

Logan blushed, "Well, maybe we can use it to muffle you for a bit."

Jorn swooned and Gearr chuckled. The buck then noticed Bradley was propped up on the edge of Logan's bed. "Looks like someone got lucky last night," said Gearr.

"My ass regrets it, but I sure don't," Bradley grinned.

Jorn grabbed Logan's clothes and set them down, "Well, since you're already claimed for the moment, I'll hold you up on that offer for another time." The kangaroo then spun his way out of the room.

Gearr hugged Logan, causing the wolf to blush as he felt his cock slip up against the buck, "We'll be down at PaddyPaw's. You should come hang out."

"Uh...yeah," said Logan, "Thanks for returning my things." They said good bye and Logan closed the door.

Bradley looked at the clock, "Ugh, I have to do a class in two hours. Don't suppose you have any clothes I can borrow?"

Logan chuckled, "I have a bunch of utility and sports kilts. A sports kilt should fit on you. As for a shirt, I run large."

"I think that'll be just fine for now. I have spare shirts in my office," said Bradley as he stood up. Logan gave him a kilt and a shirt. The wolf got himself dressed alongside the cheetah. Logan picked up his returned sporran and made sure everything was in its place.

After Bradley was sure his kilt wasn't going anywhere, he moved up to Logan and gave him a big hug. Logan gladly returned it, "I'd like to do this sometime again."

"Definitely worth risking my job over," the cheetah chuckled, "Anytime you need anything Logan, I want you to depend on me, ok?"

"Alright," the wolf nodded. He then leaned in to kiss him good bye. The cheetah and wolf stood there making out for what seemed like forever. Bradley pulled from the kiss, "I'll see you in class stud."

Logan held the door open for him as they gave one another a few more kisses as Bradley walked out the door. Logan waved a paw to him as he went down the hallway. Logan sighed softly. Last night was definitely a good night. The wolf took off into the day with a skip in his step.