Halloween Special
The road grew more and more foggy on the campus as I walked towards the dorms. I knew it was Halloween, so I tried to get to my room as quickly as possible, since people around here like to pull pranks on each other and get drunk. Especially now that it was close to 8 o'clock. However I didn't come here for drinking, partying, or to be in a sex parade. I solely came here to get my degree in finance. Now my roommate, unlike me, is a big time jock who got a full ride scholarship to become a football superstar. He was decent with his built wolf body, who made me even more of a kit than a fox.
Once I reached my floor, I opened the door and entered the dark room. The only thing I could see were the lights from outside through the blinds. When I flicked on the lights, I found Stephen, my roommate, lying on the couch. He was wearing a pair of black basketball shorts, and had a hand on the floor, holding his phone in his left hand. His right hand holding his tail. Since this was a 1-bedroom dorm, and the other 2-bedroom dorms were full, I volunteered to let him squeeze in. So he has the bedroom and I have a futon, which he was sleeping in. Since I didn't want to go in his room, because I respect his privacy, I just gently nudged his foot. He didn't move, just breathed. Determined, I vigorously shook his right hand, which was of no aid. Out of options, I decided to carry this boulder to it's home. When I lifted him, living his torso really, I began to make a slow trip to the doors five feet away. His fur wasn't as soft as mine, but close.
His room was fairly neat, which had a desk, unmade bed, and a closet holding a small pile of clothes. Clean or dirty, I have no idea. Once close to his bed, I placed him on it half way. To get better leverage, I split my legs over his, and began to shift his sleepy body. On the first shift, I slipped and fell on top if him. The first thing I noticed, was that his crotch was hard. The second thing, was that his eyes popped wide open, with our noses touching. I thought I was a klutz. He probably thought I was touching him and that I'm gay. I also didn't do anything but stare with an open mouth, desperately seeking words to shine light on the situation. But all I got, was a toothy grin.
"Hello there." He said. He wasn't mad! I was sure my life would be over. Yet I felt incredibly guilty and embarrassed. Just as I was getting off his body, he pulled me back in with a hug.
"I don't think I told you that I was gay." He said, which was true. He never said anything about that. To me, he acted straight and dated girls, but never slept with them. I used to think he was looking for the perfect woman, but now he wants a man.
"I was just moving you here, since you were on my bed." I said, resting my head on his shoulder. I felt so close to crying, for I was so scared of what the future may hold for our friendship.
"Hey I got you a costume." He said, "I hope you'll like it." He got up and opened the closet door. There was a pyramid like object on the floor, and a beige skirt hanging on the hanger.
"What is it?"
"It's a pyramid head costume. I chose it because you are tall like me, and you also have a good torso."
"But you only saw me shirtless once." I said. I normally sleep with a T-shirt and shorts, but that time was because I had a fever and it was too hot for me.
"I know, and you looked good." He said, eyeing me with wild eyes and licking his muzzle. He came over and slid his hands under my shirt. His hands moved up with palms on my fur. They slowly crawled up, sending tingles to my stomach. When my shirt was over my head, his face was close to mine. Our stomachs and groins were once again meeting, and arms slowly reeled me back in. We embraced again, but this time, he thrusted a bit.
"Ugh..." I heard him grunt silently. Now I was starting to get hard, but stayed focus on the task that was at hand.
"Um, the costume?" I asked.
"Party doesn't start until nine." He said, nipping my neck.
"Grahh!" I moaned softly. This made my heart flutter and my breath shudder. His lips moved up my neck, and across my check to lay lips. They were warm and soft. At first, the kisses were delicate and little pecks. They eventually got more aggressive, until we was practically eating my face.
After some time of smooching, he threw me onto his bed, and started kissing my belly. He worked his way up, closer and closer to a furry nipple. I moaned as his tongue swirled around and around the puckered segment of sensitive flesh. I rubbed his back in assurance. It was warm to the touch. His hands went from my ribs, down my stomach, to my jeans. Buttons and zippers came undone that night, along with something lost.
When I awoke, for I passed out and my memory was blurry. I found myself wrapped by Stephen's muscular wolf arms. We were naked, and my crotch was wet. I lifted the blanket gingerly, as not to disturb the sleeping wolf. In the dark crevice, was a glistening patch of my orange fur, mixed with my white seed. I sat up, in realization of what happened. We made love. I understand we smooched, but I lost it after that.
We never spoke of it since then, nor did we do anything of that nature. But that memory will always be in my mind, until the day I die.