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A Lesson in Pleasure By Green A Commission for FriskeCrisps

The slender black wolf whimpered, shivering and blushing, trying to make sense of the situation and work out how he'd gotten into this mess, in front of so many leering, laughing faces and pointing fingers, clad only in his favourite pair of snug, customized sneakers and some very tight briefs that made his embarrassing erection abundantly obvious. It felt like the laughing was growing stronger, like things were building to a point, and Crisp closed his eyes, a futile effort to hide from the masses, only to open them again, dazed and confused, as his entire body began to shake and tingle, overcome with - with some kind of energy he didn't recognize, just that it was hot and stressful and he couldn't help but cry out, his mind reeling. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on his back, and blinked in confusion. His body was still twitching from - from whatever that had been - but he was pretty sure he'd have noticed falling over even in all that. About the time he realized his laughing audience was gone, he noticed something for the first time and blushed hotly. The wolf whimpered as he felt that uncomfortably familiar feeling, that warm wetness spreading across his still-hard penis and his pelvis. Sitting up and discovering himself in his own bed, he blushed even harder as the pieces fell into place. Throwing the sheets off his body, he whimpered and pouted, his ears lowering in embarrassment as he gazed upon the fabric of his pyjama pants, dark and wet around the head of his cock, soaked through with what could only be semen, which glistened in the morning light. He barely noticed as his alarm clock went off, beaten to the punch by mere moments by this mysterious, awkward function of his slumbering body. "Oh crap," he muttered, not an especially auspicious start to the day, "Not again!"

Crisp had been having a problem with wet dreams for a very long time now, he'd hoped they would go away eventually, but here he was in college, and he was still waking up with sticky PJs. Of course, the fact that he didn't understand why it was happening made it much more embarrassing to deal with. He whimpered again as he peeled his pants away from his lower body, blushing harder as he saw a strand of freshly-ejaculated semen bridging the gap between his pyjamas and his prick, which was thoroughly coated in come. He stripped the pants away and stepped out of them, only to realize his fingers had slipped as he took them off, and now his fingertips were wet with warm, gooey sperm. For just a moment - and not for the first time - he found himself wondering what this embarrassing substance tasted like, but before he could either act on this thought or be disgusted by it, he nearly jumped out of his black-and-white fur as there was a knock at his door. "You up, Crispy?" came a deep, pleasant voice, "Remember, we've got that study thing." Barely suppressing a yelp, Crisp tried to cover his sticky erection with one hand and held the other, still wet with come, behind his back, until he realized that the door hadn't opened and his roommate couldn't actually see him. "Uhh, y-yeah, I'm up, Ozzie," he called, "J-just let me get a shower and I'll be ready to go." The deep voice responded quickly, and while he didn't say anything about Crisp's nervous tone, the wolf couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking it. "Right, right, I'll be in my room." When he heard the door to their suite's other enclosed bedroom close, Crisp sagged down and sighed, partly in relief, partly in stress. Now he had to dash over to their bathroom without his pyjama bottoms. He sat down on the bed, relieved to see his penis already softening, and when he reached down and took hold of the socks he'd slept in, he yanked them off quickly while staring at one of the posters on his wall, trying to distract himself. He didn't just sleep with socks on his feet because the building was kinda drafty, he did it because he just... really, really liked the way they felt on his feet and toes. Trying not to let his mind wander, he grabbed his towel and dashed the short distance between his room and the bathroom, sighing completely in relief this time as he locked the door.

As he washed his pelt nice and clean, scrubbing away the evidence of his embarrassing problem, Crisp felt better and better, like he was washing away the stress at the same time. At least he looked pretty good, the wolf thought, glancing across into the mirror, with his mostly black pelt, marked by white tips to his pointed ears, and an equally white underbelly that started at his muzzle, ran down his neck, extended all the way down the front of his body, curved under his pelvis, and kept going along the underside of his tail. As he admired his body in the mirror, his hands lingered on his chest and stomach, as if he was giving himself bellyrubs like he was a pet feral, only to gasp when he felt a familiar, unwanted tingle between his legs. The last thing he needed was a big obvious tent in his towel; with his luck, Ozzie would pop out of his room just in time to catch him like that! Blushing fiercely, eyes forward and hands avoiding the lower half of his torso, Crisp quickly finished up with his shower and retreated to the safety of his bedroom. What was with him today?

Once he was dressed, having only had a little problem with his socks, Crisp scarfed down a couple toaster pastries, gathered his books, and knocked on his roommate's door. After only a couple of seconds, it opened, and Crisp swallowed, smiling self-consciously as the other male appeared in the doorway. Ozzie was a rather tall brown bear who was fairly easy-going, and as a third-year student, he'd really helped the nervous wolf learn the ropes about how life on campus worked in the few weeks since the term began. Crisp felt a little flutter in his chest sometimes when he was with the charming, confident bear, though he wasn't entirely sure why. His own bag slung around one shoulder, Ozzie smiled at him and made that flutter a little worse. "You ready to go?" he asked, pleasantly. Crisp just nodded, hoping his mild blush wasn't too obvious. "Uh-huh," the smaller male replied. The bear put a hand on Crisp's shoulder as he walked past him. "Then let's head out, Crispy," he said, "I remember that course being kinda tricky." As Ozzie sat down at the tiny front room's table to put on his shoes, Crisp knelt down by the front door, deliberately facing away from the bear. There was just no way to avoid it, he knew; socks felt good, but there was just something about shoes that had made the wolf's entire body feel tingly and warm as long as he could remember. He'd customized his current pair with care and pride, and now the entire upper surface of each of his comfortable sneakers was covered with a glittering green material. He clenched his jaw tightly to keep from whimpering as his foot slowly slid into the shoe, snugly embraced by it, and by the time he'd finished tying the laces on that first one, his penis was as hard as a rock. Awkwardly, he shifted from one knee to the other, feeling the fabric rubbing against his cock as he moved, then almost reluctantly pulled on the other, feeling his cock throb within his briefs as he trembled. He stood up, 'casually' holding his bag in front of himself on crossed forearms so that it just happened to cover up his excited state, and then followed his roommate out. Trying not to think about his penis, he pretended to be very interested in the sign still stuck to their door, which read 'Room 203: Gaines, Oswald (Year 3) & Wolffen, Crisp (Year 1)'. The wolf gave a small smile, tail swishing behind him, as he saw the way the word 'Oswald' was carefully crossed out in marker, with 'Ozzie!' written directly above it. The bear wasn't overly fond of his first name, as Crisp had quickly learned. He was also immensely flattered by the way Ozzie called him 'Crispy'; simple as it was, nobody had ever given him a nickname before, and he'd been thinking about using a marker to similarly add a 'Y' to his own name on the sign. Then he realized he was falling behind the bear, and hurried to catch up to him.

The two of them were heading off to the campus library to do a little studying, and they were taking a shortcut that Ozzie had shown Crisp a while ago, going straight through the Arts building, which was right next to the dormitories, so that they didn't have to follow the paths the long way around. Although his embarrassing state had subsided, Crisp still felt rather self-conscious this morning, so he hadn't said anything since they left their room. Ozzie broke the silence as they walked past a room full of performing arts students doing vocal warm-ups, singing scales to get ready for... whatever it was they did during class time, Crisp really didn't know. "You're quiet today, Crispy, everything okay?" Ozzie asked, "You know if you've got a problem, you can talk to me, right?" Blushing, Crisp smiled nervously, his tail flicking back and forth. "Oh, n-no, I'm fine, no problems" he lied, "I've just, uh, had some s-stuff on my mind is all..." Ozzie seemed to be convinced, nodding and smiling. "Well, alright, as long as you're okay," the bear replied, "Just wanted to make sure." After a moment, though, he looked over at the wolf again. "Hey, Crisp? Can I ask you a question?" he said, apparently rhetorically, as he continued immediately, saying "I've been wondering for a while now, what's with the shoes?" Crisp's heart suddenly began beating faster in his chest, and he suddenly became aware of the feeling of the shoes around his feet, which made that tingling feeling return with a vengeance. Had the bear noticed how much pleasure Crisp took from putting his shoes on in the mornings? "Wh-what do you mean?" he asked, unable to keep his ears from lowering with shame. Ozzie continued in a totally casual tone. "You know, why'd you take a pair of sneakers and, uh, stick all that glitter on?" he asked, "I'd think it was for attention, but you're, like, the shyest person I've ever met in my life." Rubbing a hand along the back of his neck, trying to resist the urge to put the hood on his hoodie up and hide his face, Crisp tried to find an answer that wouldn't embarrass him to death. This wasn't exactly helped by the fact that with his attention focused on those shoes, the wolf felt his penis steadily growing longer and harder, until he once again had a noticeable bulge sticking out proudly from his pants. As he shifted his bag back into position, Ozzie chuckled and leaned over, whispering conspiratorially. "Crisp, if you're trying to hide a hard-on," he said, plainly, "there are way more subtle ways than holding a backpack over your crotch."

Crisp yelped, stopping in his tracks and dropping his bag in surprise, inadvertently exposing the tent in his trousers. He wasn't actually familiar with the term 'hard-on', but the way Ozzie had used it made it abundantly clear exactly what the bear meant. "Y-you... you..." he stammered, trying to say 'you knew?', genuinely surprised that his roommate had noticed his little problem. But Ozzie misinterpreted it somewhat, smiling warmly at his friend and stepping a little closer - and, to Crisp's embarrassment, openly eyeing the bulge in his pants. "Actually, you don't need to say anything, buddy," he whispered, "Since I'm being honest here, it's been pretty obvious for a while that you've got a crush on me." His mind reeling, Crisp just made an adorably confused meep sound. "I - I can't help it," he said, before blushing even harder, "N-no wait, I meant the first thing! I c-can't help that I'm, uh, h-hard... it j-just keeps doing that, all the time, even when I d-don't want it to!" Chuckling softly, which made Crisp whimper in shame even though his friend sounded like he was laughing with him, not at him, Ozzie winked at the shorter male. "Well, come on, Crispy, you know the solution to that problem, don't you?" he asked, answering his own question without waiting, "You just need to jerk off more often, is all!" Frowning ever so slightly, toeing at the ground self-consciously with one of his special shoes, Crisp cleared his throat and twiddled his fingers nervously. "J-jerk off?" he asked, hoping it wasn't a stupid question. Ozzie looked at him curiously and spoke somewhat softer, eyes searching Crisp's. "Uhh, y-you know," the bear said, somewhat taken aback, "Jerking off! How about 'beating your meat'? 'Rubbing one out'? 'pawwing'?" Crisp responded by letting out a quiet canine whine, hopelessly confused, and tilted his head to the side, trying to understand what these strange phrases meant. "I'm - I'm talking about masturbation," said Ozzie at last. His eyes widened when Crisp shook his head, and the wolf cringed, afraid he'd done something wrong. "...Crispy," the older male said after a moment, "Are you messing with me? Are you seriously telling me that - that you're in college and you don't know what masturbation is?"

When Crisp shook his head again, Ozzie took a step back, astonished, and ran his hand through his hair. "I - I don't understand this," he muttered, before looking back at his friend, "Didn't you, uh, get sex ed in school? Haven't you looked at porn? I don't know, didn't your parents ever give you 'the talk'?" "N-no..." whispered Crisp, "Is th-that bad?" When Ozzie just stood there, staring at him, Crisp felt the need to fill the silence. "W-well, I know that sex is a thing," he said, almost defensively, "A-and I know that it's how we, uh, reproduce... I j-just don't know most of the, er, mechanics, because my family was, you know, super religious, and they didn't want us exposed to any of that." Ozzie still looked like he wasn't sure he believed the wolf. "I've heard of people having, ah, super sheltered upbringings and stuff," he said, after a moment, "But you really never heard about masturbation? Never, I don't know, never just experimented on yourself and figured it out? I mean, the first time I did it, it was an accident!" The larger male suddenly squinted, regarding his friend oddly. "Wait a second... oh man, now I get it!" The bear looked like he was trying his best not to smile, and failing miserably. "That's why you do the laundry so often!" he said, "If you never, ever beat off, you must have wet dreams all the damn time!" Caught in an even more humiliating secret than his erection problem, Crisp felt like the world was ending, but Ozzie stepped forward, putting his hands on the other male's shoulders, speaking low and soothing. "Hey, hey, it's okay, if you didn't know any better, you didn't know any better," he said, pausing for a moment before adding, "...I don't suppose you'd like to learn, would you?"

His heart suddenly racing, Crisp swallowed, trembling as the larger male smiled at him. "L-learn? What do you mean?" he managed to ask, barely above a whisper. Ozzie suddenly moved in even closer, looking deep into Crisp's eyes as one of his hands boldly moved down to the bulge in the wolf's pants, pressing his palm against his roommate's erection through the material. His ears instinctively lowering in submission, Crisp couldn't help but moan softly, feeling his prick throb in his briefs - against Ozzie's fingers - again. "I mean, I take you into a nice, quiet room somewhere," Ozzie said, practically purring, which was quite an accomplishment for a bear, "And I show you exactly how to take care of this problem of yours." As he said the word 'problem', he gave Crisp's penis a squeeze. "Truth is, Crispy," he added, "I quite fancy you, too..." His head swimming again, Crisp looked away, feeling dizzy. "Wh-what about the study session?" he asked, blatantly changing the subject, "We sh-should get to the library, that, uh, physics lesson isn't going to m-memorize itself..." He whimpered with barely-understood pleasure as Ozzie squeezed his cock again, embarrassed beyond words at being fondled like this in the open hallway, though it felt so good it never even occurred to him to ask the bear to stop. Ozzie chuckled again, a deep, playful sound. "I think physics can wait," he said, "This is a lesson way too long overdue..." Reluctantly turning back to face his friend, Crispy shivered and nodded, his curiosity towards this wonderfully warm feeling far outweighing his fear and embarrassment of the unknown.

Crisp wasn't sure if he felt relieved or disappointed when Ozzie let go of his dick and took hold of his hand instead, leading the smaller male into a side corridor and peeking into the tiny windows set into the doors. He looked into three or four, moving on without comment, before finally grinning victoriously. "Perfect," he muttered, opening the door and slipping inside. Crisp found himself in a music room, with plenty of chairs and sheet music holders all around, but very few desks. "Nobody here," said Ozzie, "And the walls are covered in soundproofing, so nobody'll hear us if we make a little noise." Crisp shyly put down his bag and forced a nervous smile. "Wh-why would we make noise?" Ozzie just chuckled again. "Man, you really are a newbie, aren't you?" he asked. "Sorry," responded Crisp immediately, turning away. He gasped out loud as he felt Ozzie's thick, strong arms embrace him from behind, coming to rest on his belt buckle. "Don't worry about it," the bear whispered, "That's what we're here to fix, remember? Come over here, so that nobody can see us just from peeking in the door." As Crisp obediently headed further over to the side of the room, Ozzie carefully unbuckled his friend's belt and opened his fly, then unsnapped the bit of fabric holding his tail in place and made an approving noise as the pants sagged down the wolf's thighs, revealing his tight red briefs and the sizable tent his arousal had created. "Mmmm, hello there," Ozzie whispered, "It's so nice to meet you..." When the bear tucked his thumbs under the waistband of his underwear, Crisp whimpered again. "D-do you have to..." he trailed off, unable to even say the words. Ozzie nuzzled against his cheek from behind. "Take your clothes off?" finished Ozzie, "I sure do, need to get at your pr- your penis." He was already blushing at full blast, but Crisp pouted at that. "I know the words for it!" he protested, only to gasp as Ozzie kissed his cheek. "God, you're cute when you're embarrassed," he murmured, "Sorry about that, it's just that you didn't know the terms for beating off, so..." With that, he pulled out the waistband of Crisp's underwear and eased them down, revealing his achingly stiff cock. As Crisp tugged his feet out of his pants to free up his legs, Ozzie whistled. "Damn, that is one beautiful cock. It's a crime that you've never gotten to benefit from it," he said. As he knelt to tug the wolf's briefs off, Ozzie paused for a moment. "Aren't you going to take your shoes off?" he asked. Crisp realized that he'd been wrong, he really could blush a little harder. "I - I, uh..." the smaller male stammered, unable to think of any coherent reply. Ozzie just laughed softly and finished removing his friend's underwear. "So that's why you got all embarrassed when I asked about them earlier," he said, though Crisp didn't really see at all, "It's alright, no judgement from me."

He followed this up by unzipping Crisp's hoodie, which was the only thing he had on above the waist, and exposing the soft fur that covered his abdomen. As Ozzie ran his fingers through it, seemingly just enjoying the texture of his friend's pelt, Crisp felt weird again, and whimpered as his dick throbbed, this time watching as a drop of clear fluid emerged from the tip of his naked cock and drooled down to the floor between his glittery green shoes. "That's right, I keep forgetting," said Ozzie, "You've never gotten any relief except when you were asleep. I shouldn't be teasing you like this... Are you ready?" The truth was, Crisp didn't know whether he was ready or not, given that he didn't really know what was about to happen... but he did know that he was desperate for the knowledge his friend wanted to give him, after all this time. He nodded energetically as Ozzie rubbed his belly. "Uh-huh," he managed, "Y-yes." Crisp inhaled sharply as Ozzie's hand slid lower along his body. Feeling embarrassed, his natural reaction was to avert his eyes, but he found he couldn't look away as the bear's paw slid down across his pelvis, making a beeline for his erection. His toes curling up in his shiny green shoes, Crisp moaned softly as Ozzie's hand wrapped itself around his penis, the bear becoming the first person to touch the wolf that way. Crisp squirmed in his roommate's arms, overwhelmed by feelings he didn't entirely understand as Ozzie squeezed and kneaded the most sensitive flesh on his body. Ozzie's other hand snaked around to replace the first one, rubbing at the smaller male's belly soothingly. "Okay, Crispy, masturbation is actually pretty simple," Ozzie said, using the same tone of voice he used when explaining a lesson to his friend, "All you need to do is rub your cock... like this." With that, he began slowly stroking his hand up and down his friend's penis, getting it to throb and leak a little more pre for his troubles. Crisp wanted to look back at Ozzie's face, but watching that hand rubbing his sensitive prick, Crisp found it impossible to look away. "I - I don't get it," he said, "if that's all there is, why isn't anything h-happening? Should we s-stop? Oh..." This last utterance was caused by Ozzie leaning forward and kissing the back of his neck, which just increased the pleasurable feelings Crisp didn't understand. "Well, little guy," whispered the bear, "this is more about your feelings than anything else, so just give it a little time... And I promise, you'll know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, when to stop."

As Ozzie continued stroking Crisp's dick, the wolf began to whimper self-consciously, watching his manhood drooling pre down onto the cold tile floor. Despite the pleasure he was feeling, he couldn't help but wonder if this was supposed to happen. "Ozzieeee," he whimpered, "You're making me, uh, leak stuff everywhere..." Ozzie didn't stop for even a second, just whispered into the canine's ear. "Crisp, do you remember what your PJs or your underwear or whatever you sleep in looked like after you woke up from a wet dream?" he asked, "Making you 'leak stuff' is kind of the point here, uh, sort of. I mean, the point is that it feels really good, but - ah, hell, you'll see." In truth, the real reason Crisp was getting antsy was that as Ozzie continued to stroke his cock, the wolf was starting to feel some kind of pressure building up inside him, one he'd never felt before, and it was making him nervous. He trusted the bear, though, so despite his fretting, he let Ozzie keep going. It helped that as his friend had said, it felt really good to let Ozzie rub his cock this way. A few minutes passed this way, and Crisp found that he was fidgeting, that his heart was beating a mile a minute, that the pressure deep inside he'd been trying so hard to ignore was getting stronger and stronger. "Oh, Ozzie," he said, "I feel - I feel so weird..." Instead of answering, the bear gently licked Crisp's cheek, making him tremble and shiver. The inner tension began to rise and get worse, and he put his hand on the larger male's wrist, not to stop him, but because he needed something to do with his hands, and touching Ozzie seemed like as good an idea as any.

Before too long, the pressure was getting almost unbearable. Nervous about this feeling he'd never had before, he was squirming, struggling to resist, to keep whatever it was from happening, and apparently Ozzie could tell. "Come on, Crispy," he whispered, "Don't fight it, just relax, let it happen, you'll like it, I promise..." Despite his calm, soothing voice, as he spoke, he pushed his hips forward, pressing the impressively-sized tent in his pants against the wolf's naked rear, which turned Crisp on even more, the little wolf moaning submissively and instinctively grinding back against the hard prick nestling between his buttocks. "Oh - Oh God, Ozzie, I - I don't - oh my God!" With that, Crisp arched his back, his whole body tensing up as the very first orgasm he'd ever been conscious for exploded outward, pleasure burning along his nerves to fill his entire body. In a smooth, easy motion, as he started stroking the wolf's cock as hard and as fast as he could, Ozzie brought his free hand up and cupped it over the smaller male's mouth, correctly guessing that the inexperienced Crisp was going to be loud. Crisp barely even noticed though, even as he practically screamed in ecstatic release, his moans and whimpers of pleasure muffled enough by his lover's hand and the soundproofing on the walls that someone could have been standing directly outside the classroom and not been able to hear him. No, Crisp's attention was focused entirely on his own penis, which began to throb and spasm in the bear's rough, but gentle hand, spurting long, gooey ropes of hot, wet lupine semen into the cool air of the classroom, jetting an impressive distance before falling to the tile floor with an audible splat each time. As backed up as he was, Crisp came and came and came, and as more and more seed left his body, the wolf managed to wonder to himself if he was just going to keep doing this forever. At the moment, he thought he'd like that very much indeed. All the while, Ozzie was whispering in his ear. "That's it, thaaaat's it, come for me, Crispy, just let it out, let it alllll out for Ozzie, good boy, good boy..."

When Crisp finally finished climaxing, his entire body was trembling, and he felt weak and light-headed. Ozzie had removed his hand from Crisp's muzzle, moved it down to his belly, which he rubbed soothingly even as his other hand continued to leisurely, gently stroke his spent, slowly-deflating penis, making Crisp whimper and twitch as his lover teased the flesh which had become hyper-sensitive after his impressive release. Eventually, Ozzie released Crisp, stepping back, but this may have been a mistake, for the wolf felt a powerful rush of dizziness, and with a low moan, his knees gave out and he fell to the floor, pitching forward and landing on his hands and knees as an alarmed Ozzie called out his name. Crisp let his head droop down, and he found himself staring at the impressively-sized mess of slowly-cooling come he'd left on the floor, running from just ahead of where his head was all the way back to stop in between his beloved green shoes, where he'd been drooling leftover seed thanks to Ozzie's after-stroking. "All this... came out of me?" he asked, softly, staring curiously at the creamy substance. He'd never actually seen semen before except when it was already soaked into his pyjama pants. It was a rhetorical question, which was a good thing, as Ozzie barely even heard him, as distracted as he was by the sight before him. He was acutely aware of his hard dick straining against his pants as he leered openly at the wolf, down on all fours, naked below the waist save for his socks and shoes. The bear's mouth was dry as he took in the sight of his friend's cute, pert ass, his balls hanging between his slightly spread legs, and the tail which hung down limply, wagging slightly. Stepping forward and crouching, Ozzie extended a hand as if mesmerised, and touched the smaller male's rump, rubbing his hand along one of Crisp's buttocks. The wolf grunted at this contact, still a little dazed, and his tail instinctively flicked up and started wagging more energetically. Ozzie bit his lip and took a deep breath. Down on all fours, with his tail flagged up like that, it almost looked like Crisp was inviting the larger male to take him. With his eyes locked on the tight pink pucker of the wolf's virgin anus, Ozzie grabbed his friend's other cheek and spread his butt slightly open, wanting a better look. Ozzie had broken up with his boyfriend Barry, an unusually submissive grizzly, a couple of months ago, and he'd been so busy studying lately that Ozzie was pretty backed up himself. Right now, the bear wanted so badly to rip off his clothes and make the little wolf his, kick this 'lesson' up a notch, but he was a big guy, and he hadn't brought lube to what was supposed to be a physics study session, so he knew he couldn't take Crisp without hurting the poor virgin. It was more than that, though; five minutes ago, the guy hadn't known what masturbation was, and he was just so oblivious, so innocent, that there was no way Ozzie could bring himself to just unceremoniously fuck him from behind while he was still trying to wrap his head around his first real orgasm.

With one last longing glance at the other male's entrance, Ozzie let go of Crisp's butt and stood up, moving around in front of him and offering a hand as the wolf looked up. "Hey, sorry about that, I didn't realize you were so drained," he said, "You seem okay, though... how many fingers am I holding up?" "Four?" "Awesome. You didn't come so hard you got brain damage." Crisp's eyes widened, and Ozzie laughed. "Before you ask, no, that can't actually happen, it was a joke," he clarified, pausing a few moments before he added "So, uh, how was it? What did you think?" Crisp smiled shyly, rubbing the back of one arm. An outside observer might think his self-consciousness was because he was standing mostly nude in front of a larger, more confident male who was fully clothed, but Ozzie had known Crisp long enough to understand that this was just how he was. "Heh heh, it was, uh... Wow, Ozzie, that was amazing..." he replied, "I had no idea it felt that good. Does it feel that good every time? A-and all I have to do is rub myself until it happens?" Ozzie nodded. "Well, sometimes it feels better or worse than other times, and it really helps to, uh, think sexy thoughts, but yeah, all you really need to do is rub," said Ozzie, who paused a moment, his eyes roaming up and down Crisp's body. "Uhh... you'll find you can't get it up for a while after you come, your body needs to recharge," he said, with a forced casualness, "So how would you like to, you know, practice what you just learned... on me?" Crisp's eyes widened, and the wolf subconsciously glanced down at the bulge in Ozzie's jeans. "On - on you?" Ozzie nodded again, smiling. "Mmm-hmm. As long as you want to, of course, I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable..." Crisp went back to looking at the fabric stretched taut against his friend's dick, and Ozzie subtly put his hands in his pockets to tug the material back further, making his erection even more obvious. The hungry look Crisp was giving him right now, he might as well be licking his lips and rubbing his stomach. "...Yeah," the wolf finally said, "I - I wanna try, too..."

As Crisp stood there, trembling, the bear stripped off his sweater and T-shirt, and then went to work on his belt. As a bear, Ozzie was naturally a little soft and chubby, but this chub was deceiving; he clearly worked out regularly, his arms strong and well-formed, and six-pack abs hid behind the soft curve of his stomach. Crisp suspected that the reason Ozzie was suddenly moving so slowly was to tease him, but that didn't mean it wasn't working, biting his lip and shivering as he watched his roommate unbuckle his belt and open his fly, slowly, slowly dragging those jeans down his legs and leaving his cock bulging obviously against his underwear; even at this distance, Crisp could make out a dark spot of pre-come in the fabric pressed against his friend's tip. Finally, kicking his shoes off and stepping out of his pants, Ozzie took hold of his underwear and suddenly yanked it down to his thighs, completely revealing his thick, rigid cock in one fell swoop that actually made the inexperienced wolf gasp quietly. He couldn't take his eyes off that beautiful prick, and as Ozzie stepped out of his underwear, Crisp moved forward, drawn to it, without being asked to. Slowly dropping down to his knees in front of the bear, he stared at his friend's cock, eyes wide with something close to awe, like it was a holy icon. A patient man, Ozzie just stood there passively and let his friend stare, get used to it, which Crisp would have appreciated if he'd actually realized how long he was just staring. Despite the disparity in their body sizes, it wasn't that much bigger than his own - though it was visibly thicker, and the skin was a darker colour, a lighter shade of brown than the fur which covered the bear's body. But there was just something the wolf couldn't put into words about being so close to another male's proudly rigid dick that had him trembling in anticipation. It helped that with his face this close to Ozzie's crotch, every time Crisp breathed in, he was inhaling the bear's aroused pheromones. Finally, Crisp took a deep breath and raised a hand towards that penis, only to stop midway. "Uhhh, I - Can I..." he stammered, nervously. Ozzie smiled, but didn't laugh this time, which no doubt helped. "If you're trying to ask permission," the bear said softly, "go right ahead, Crispy."

Reaching out again, Crisp delicately wrapped his fingers around his roommate's erection, swallowing a moan as the bear sighed happily. Crisp felt almost as much nervousness and taboo excitement from touching another male's dick as he had from letting Ozzie masturbate him earlier. He wiggled his fingers curiously, running his fingertips over the thin skin on his friend's manhood, shivering as he felt just how warm and responsive and alive it was. "Don't be afraid to give it a squeeze," said Ozzie encouragingly, "You've at least_touched_ your own dick, right?" Blushing slightly, Crisp nodded, struck mute by his nervousness and arousal. It was true, on a few furtive occasions, the wolf had retreated somewhere private and curiously explored his genitals, but he'd never gotten any further than teasing himself, because he'd always abandoned what he was doing as soon as the pleasure started building inside him, not realizing what it meant and worrying it was something bad. It had taken Ozzie's strong hands to show him the way, and now he had the chance to show the bear how much he appreciated that. Giving his friend's dick a tentative squeeze, feeling it tense against his hand automatically, Crisp grinned shyly, realizing that he was going to enjoy this too.

With that, Crisp began to run his hand up and down along the bear's shaft. It throbbed in his grip, delighting him, and Ozzie groaned quietly as the smaller male began to stroke him in earnest. "Ohhh, fuck... that's it," murmured Ozzie, "Back and forth, back and forth, just like that... actually, tighten your grip a little, don't want to be too loose. Ohhh, that's perfect..." The wolf grinned a little more confidently, thrilled to be bringing pleasure to his friend. As he fell into a regular rhythm, becoming smoother and less hesitant in his movements, he finally looked away from the beautiful cock pointing at his face, up to its owner. When he did, Ozzie grinned down at him, and Crisp was suddenly reminded that this was a lesson of sorts. "S-so how am I doing?" he dared to ask. Ozzie grinned and scratched the wolf behind the ears. "You're a natural," he replied, "Now if you'd just pick up physics this quickly..." Crisp giggled and went back to focusing on the task at hand. Speaking of which, he was being filled with nervous energy as he realized he wasn't screwing it up or embarrassing himself, and there was only so much of it he could burn through his rapidly-wagging tail. He wanted something to do with his free hand, and the disparity between their sizes wasn't enough that he could use both on Ozzie's cock. So, lacking any other ideas, and still curious about the idea of exploring another man, he reached forward and cupped his free hand under the bear's testicles, giving his roommate's balls a gentle squeeze, running his fingers along the soft, wrinkly skin of his scrotum. Jiggling the orbs playfully, the wolf smiled as his lover made a soft noise of approval, his prick throbbing against Crisp's other hand and leaking a drop of clear pre-come to the floor. "Hey Ozzie?" Crisp asked, quietly, "Wh-what is that stuff, anyway? I m-mean, I know that that stuff over there is s-semen, but what's the clear stuff?" "Hmmm? Oh, that?" Ozzie replied, "Well, I don't actually remember what it's really called, we can look that up later, but everybody just calls it pre-come, or pre, because most people just call semen 'come', and this stuff leaks out first." Crisp had actually heard it called come in the past, but he just nodded and looked back down rather than mention that, embarrassed to be making eye contact for too long while doing this.

As Crisp kept it up, Ozzie closed his eyes and tilted his head back with a happy groan, apparently trusting the wolf to do things right and wanting to savour the sensations. Crisp felt oddly proud of this, like he'd been given a seal of approval of some kind. But as the bear got more and more turned on, his aroused pheromones grew stronger and stronger, and soon Crisp was squirming on his spot, instinctively realizing that this tantalizing scent was coming from the genitals he was playing with. Finally, unable to resist temptation any longer, he glanced up to make sure Ozzie still had his eyes closed and then leaned forward, ducking under the bear's rigid prick and moving his muzzle in close to the spot where the base of his friend's manhood met the top of his sac. Hovering his nose just off the warm skin there, Crisp inhaled deeply but slowly, so Ozzie wouldn't hear him, and he felt a little lightheaded again as he filled his lungs with the powerful, masculine scent of a strong, dominant male. Before he knew what he was doing, he opened his mouth and extended his tongue, as if he thought he could taste his lover's confidence, only to realize what was happening at the last second and pull his head away, swallowing an embarrassed whimper. He didn't get much time to contemplate what had just happened, though, as Ozzie reached down and placed a hand on top of the wolf's head as he groaned out loud. "Fuck, Crispy, your hands are so soft..." he muttered, "I - I'm getting so close..." The bear was shifting his weight from foot to foot, though he wasn't squirming as much as the wolf had been as he approached his release. Crisp couldn't help but notice, though, that with those words, Ozzie's fat cock had begun drooling pre onto the floor almost constantly. Blushing a little, he wondered if he'd gotten any in his hair when he was drawn to the scent of his lover's body. If he had, it didn't seem to bother Ozzie, who was running his fingers through the smaller male's fur, scratching him behind the ears and whispering about what a good boy he was. Not long after that, Ozzie hunched over, putting his other hand on top of Crisp's head as well, grimacing with pleasure as he tensed up all over. "Oh shit," he growled, "I'm - I'm coming! Oh fuck... fuck... fuck!" Crisp suddenly worried about the sound, but the substantially more experienced Ozzie just clenched his jaw shut, his noises of pleasure restricted to heavy breathing and loud, though low-pitched grunts, in perfect time with the throbbing of his cock in Crisp's hand... the throbbing which was making long, ropey strands of thick, wet come jet out of the tip of his penis, which was aimed directly at Crisp's oblivious face. The wolf yelped in surprise as the first blast of the older male's seed splattered onto his cheek, feeling very hot and heavy against his fur. Then he felt another one. And another one. Overwhelmed in the moment, Crisp stopped stroking, tried to move out of the line of fire, but Ozzie held the wolf's head firmly in front of his spurting cock, and when Crisp stopped jerking his twitching shaft, the bear took one of his hands off his lover's head, placed it on top of Crisp's, and moved it for him. The hapless wolf could do nothing but sit there as more and more gooey ursine sperm made itself at home on his face, landing on his cheeks, his forehead, his muzzle, even one that draped itself across an eye, forcing him to keep it shut. The very last one, accompanied by a groan of relief from the larger male, was a perfectly aimed shot between lips that had parted in shock, landing directly on Crisp's tongue.

As the bear relaxed with a sigh above him, Crisp's hands fell limply away from his lover's parts, the wolf unable to do anything at all except sit there in shock. He couldn't tell whether or not he was blushing, because his entire face felt hot from the semen soaking into his fur; he couldn't see out of one eye, the smell of come was overpowering, and he could even taste his friend's seed on his tongue, which had wiggled back and forth, not sure what to do with it. And the strangest thing was, Crisp loved it. He'd gotten hard again while jerking off his friend, of course, because it was sexy, but now his prick was so hard it almost hurt, he'd never felt this needy before. Trembling with barely-understood feelings, he slowly swallowed Ozzie's come, almost moaning as he felt the sample of warm fluid running down his throat. "Jesus Christ, that was a good one," muttered Ozzie, who was still bent over. He opened his eyes, all smiles, only for his jaw to drop in shock as he caught sight of the wolf. "Oh, shit, Crisp, I'm sorry!" he cried, dropping to one knee and moving in close, "Oh, Goddammit, I - I thought... my ex, Barry, he loved to jack me off and make me come on - you know what, it doesn't matter, that was a shitty thing for me to do. Are you okay?" Slowly, not wanting the come to drip off onto his hoodie, Crisp nodded. "I - I think so," he managed, speaking made awkward by the jism on his muzzle. Ozzie looked him over, frowning. "Shit, we can't leave like this, I'll just have to help you get cleaned up -" he suddenly stopped, leaning back and looking over towards the door. After a moment of silence, the suddenly worried Crisp whimpered. "O-Ozzie? What is it?" The bear sighed and shook his head. "Heard some people walking up," he said, casually, "Thought they might be heading here, but they walked past the door." The wolf whimpered again, now certain he was blushing. Catching that, Ozzie smirked slightly. "Just imagine that, Crispy," he said, faux-innocently, "a classroom full of music students walking in to find you fooling around with another guy, face covered in jizz, dick and balls hanging out for everyone to see..." Crisp was suddenly very relieved that Ozzie was grinning and looking him in the eye as he said that, because down below, he felt his prick throb, probably drooling pre onto the floor, at the idea of being caught in such a scandalous scene. Ozzie put a hand on his shoulder. "Alright, I didn't exactly bring towels with us, so I'll just have to do this the old-fashioned way..." With that, the bear leaned in close and began running his tongue across the startled wolf's face, licking his own come out of Crisp's fur. Shivering at the larger male's ministrations, Crisp just relaxed in Ozzie's arms, closed his eyes (well, eye), and allowed himself to enjoy the moment.

These unexpected pleasures, having Ozzie paint his face with his orgasm, then lick the evidence off, had the wolf hopelessly turned on, and he stayed where he was, trembling with desire, when Ozzie finally got up, deeming him presentable enough to go back to the dorm and get a shower. As the bear started gathering his clothes, the other male cleared his throat. "W-wait, Ozzie..." Crisp said, nervously, "I - you've shown me so much, I owe you a lot... is there... is there some way I can really show my appreciation?" Crisp didn't know it, but for just a second, the image of his rear end, tail raised, cheeks spread, flashed into Ozzie's mind, but the bear again dismissed it as too much, too fast. "Well, I suppose you could use your mouth..." Ozzie said, rubbing the back of his neck, "Unless you think that's moving too fast, I mean..." This time the bear was the one in the dark as Crisp's tail started wagging somewhat faster. Here Crisp still hadn't quite gotten over his embarrassing desire to taste the other male, and now he was being handed a polite offer of exactly that on a silver platter! As Ozzie started to step into his underwear, Crisp startled him with his enthusiasm. "No, I think that sounds great!" the wolf exclaimed, too excited to be embarrassed about how into the idea he was, "Come over here so we can get started!" Ozzie looked at him curiously, lowering his underwear back down to the floor somewhat uncertainly. "Really?" he asked, "I kinda meant, uh, back at the dorm, man, I mean, I just came, so I won't be able to get it up again right away, and, uh... I don't know the music students' schedules, Crisp, maybe this room is empty all day, or maybe there's a class coming here like five minutes from now. The more time we spend here with our pants off, the better the chance we could get caught." Crisp bit his lip, not wanting to tell the bear that for some reason, the idea that they could get caught made him want to do it more, not less. He didn't actually want to get caught, at least he didn't think so, but somehow, just the idea, the risk, that someone could catch him licking the larger male, had him trembling with desire. He lowered his ears disappointedly. "Please, Ozzie?" he finally said, "It's important to me..." For a moment, the bear just stood and stared at him, and then he grinned and shrugged. "Well, alright, but don't say I didn't warn you if someone catches you sucking my dick..."

Crisp started to get up, but Ozzie walked past him. "Over here, dude," he said, sitting his naked ass down on the wide, sturdy teacher's desk at the front of the room, "my knees were getting tired." The bear scootched to the edge of the desk, so that his package flopped off, hanging loosely, and then Ozzie stopped Crisp when he started to get up. "Hey, uh, just for fun, why don't you come over here on all fours?" he asked, grinning slightly self-consciously. It was Ozzie that was blushing for a change, though Crisp wasn't sure why. He didn't see a problem with it, so he crawled over, tail raised high and wagging madly, and if his eyes hadn't been locked on Ozzie's flaccid penis and dangling balls, he might have noticed the way Ozzie was leering at his mostly-naked body, his gaze lingering on the wolf's ass, biting his lower lip as Crisp got closer and closer. When he arrived, Crisp sat back on his knees, pouting slightly. "So, uh, how long does it take to, you know, recharge?" he asked, willing to wait however long it took. After all, he was already hard and needy again, so it couldn't be that bad. He was surprised and delighted when Ozzie grinned down at him. "Well... I was actually kinda backed up myself - though not as much as you, obviously. If you start now, maybe you can, you know, speed the process along," suggested Ozzie, "just get in there and start licking whatever you like, you really can't go wrong at this point." Crisp was happy to hear that, and he leaned up and forward, placing his hands on Ozzie's thighs. He hesitated before he got to work, though, glancing up and blushing as he saw the bear watching him intently. Then, even as it embarrassed him to do it in front of an audience, he closed his eyes tightly and leaned in, pushing his nose back into the same spot between his roommate's cock and his balls, ignoring the way the bear's soft penis flopped onto the top of his muzzle as he did so and breathing in deep of the other male's musk. "Ohhhhh, God, Ozzie, you smell so g-good..." he whimpered, his prick drooling a little more pre onto the floor. Ozzie chuckled quietly. "How do I_taste?" he teased, daring the wolf to give in to his desires; Crisp did just that, extending his tongue and boldly pressing it against the base of his friend's limp manhood, moaning out loud at the masculine taste and instantly wanting - no, _needing more.

Forgetting about his audience, Crisp immediately pushed forward a little more, licking at Ozzie's cock like a lollipop, closing his eyes to better focus on the experience. As his tongue ran along the skin on the shaft, he could barely keep from whimpering, savouring the taste of Ozzie's personal flavour, very similar to his musk, mixed with just a hint of tart sweat that made the whole thing perfect in the wolf's mind. Ozzie chuckled out loud when Crisp moved down to the tip, the smaller male's flicking tongue causing the head of Ozzie's penis to bounce up and down. Crisp didn't even notice, needing to experience more, and moved down to his lover's testicles, eagerly licking away at his sac and discovering to his delight that the masculine flavour was even stronger here as he worked his tongue along the wrinkled flesh, wetting the short fuzzy fur that covered his lover's scrotum. Needing ever more, Crisp impulsively parted his lips and took one of the bear's orbs into his mouth. Ozzie gasped, reaching down to stop Crisp as the wolf began to suckle on his testicle, but the elder male soon relaxed, sighing with pleasure. He may not have worked out how to empty his balls, but like every other male, Crisp knew how sensitive they were, so he was instinctively being gentle, so as not to cause pain to the ball itself or the sac that contained it. "Jesus Christ, Crisp, that's so fucking good..." Ozzie moaned, "You're some k-kind of prodigy, I mean it..." Crisp shivered with pleasure from the praise, determined to work even harder to please his roommate. For a while, he alternated between sucking on the bear's balls and licking his cock, losing track of time in the haze of lust. He was enjoying it so much, it wasn't clear whether he'd stop if they were walked in on. The wolf moaned aloud again when he realized that Ozzie was finally getting hard once more, focusing entirely on encouraging licks along his twitching, fattening penis, keeping it up and looking for sensitive spots until the bear was once again at his full pride, his genitals glistening under the classroom lights, coated with Crisp's saliva.

His heart pounding in his chest, Crisp looked up, shaking with need. "A-and now I p-put it in my mouth, right?" he asked, placing one hand at the base of his lover's cock. Ozzie nodded, the smile on his face gone, looking down with an interest as intense as his lover's now. "Yes," he whispered, "Just be careful with your teeth, don't want to scratch anything." Smiling slightly, the eager wolf leaned in and paused for just a moment before he made contact, gathering his courage, before he kissed the tip of Ozzie's prick, his lips parting so he could take the thick member into his muzzle, both males moaning, one of them a little muffled, as that turgid cock slid into the soft, wet warmth of Crisp's welcoming mouth. The wolf immediately began to lick and rub the underside with his tongue even as he suckled along the shaft, and was rewarded for his troubles with a throb that leaked some more pre directly onto his tongue, much to the inexperienced male's delight. Thusly encouraged, he kept going, taking the bear's entire cock into his mouth at once, his deep wolf muzzle allowing him to take Ozzie to the hilt without the trouble a human might run into with their much shallower mouths. "Oh fuck..." muttered Ozzie, reaching down and gently placing his hands on Crisp's head, "Now - now you start sliding your head b-back and forth along my cock - ohhhh... and you use your t-tongue to do whatever you like while you're doing it... J-just like that, mmmm, that's good..." Crisp had once again closed his eyes as he bobbed his muzzle up and down his roommate's cock, the smaller male licking and suckling enthusiastically, twitching with arousal as that prick pushed into his mouth again and again. And of course, because of the positioning of his nose, Crisp was still getting a lungful of Ozzie's scent every time he breathed in. Life was good for the little wolf.

As he got more and more into it, Crisp's hands subconsciously migrated from Ozzie's thighs to his butt, his hands clasping onto the bear's firm buttocks as if he wanted to pull his lover's prick even deeper into his throat. For once, Crisp didn't feel embarrassed or self-conscious at all, focused entirely on pleasuring his lover, on the taste of his skin, enjoying every slurp, every twitch, every gasp or whimper from above. His own cock was still leaking pre-come onto the floor, his tail wagging so energetically that his tush was swaying to and fro above his glittery shoes. Forget someone walking in on them, right now, Crisp felt so good that if someone caught them, he'd keep sucking off the bear until he was pulled away physically. Ozzie sighed happily and began to scratch him behind the ears again. "Ohhhhh, good boy, Crisp, such a good boy..." The wolf was enjoying himself so much that he didn't even blush, and he would have smiled had his mouth not been otherwise occupied. He completely lost track of time as he continued his work, until his ear gave a twitch, hearing Ozzie panting harder above him, and he realized the bear was also twitching and trembling. Crisp wasn't sure if he was excited or disappointed as he realized that the other male was approaching his release. Before Ozzie had even gotten all the way hard, Crisp had decided that if it was an option, he was going to have the bear come in his mouth.

This time, no doubt inspired by last time, Ozzie made the point abundantly clear, lifting his hands away from the wolf's head as he groaned. "C-Crisp, I'm so, so close, oh fuck, d-do you want me to pull out?" Ozzie asked, "You - you can just finish me off with your hands if y-you don't want me to, you know... c-come in your mouth..." Crisp responded to his question by tightening his grip on the other male's rump and moaning around his mouthful of cock. Ozzie shuddered from head to toe, his feet, dangling just off the ground, twitching as his toes curled up in pleasure. "You have no idea how h-happy that makes me..." the bear muttered, putting his hands back on Crisp's head. His prick straining against the wolf's tongue, Ozzie shuddered and groaned, hunching over his lover's head and closing his eyes to commune with his orgasm. For his part, Crisp was so turned on he wondered if he might spontaneously spill his own seed as soon as he tasted the bear's come, an idea which turned on the younger male in and of itself. He bobbed his head along Ozzie's dick as quickly as he could, suckling along the taut skin and using his tongue to worship any part of that fat cock that pushed into his mouth. It wasn't long before Ozzie reached the point of no return, his entire body tensing up as he let out a strangled cry. "Oh God, I - I'm coming!" he gasped, his fingers tightening on Crisp's head. The bear then did something that confused and dismayed the wolf - at least for a moment; he pulled Crisp's head away until only the tip of the bear's length remained inside. Crisp was just about to whimper at losing the sensation of that delicious cock against his tongue when his eyes widened and he understood the logic in Ozzie's actions. As the bear began to grunt again, just as before, Crisp felt his lover's thick erection pulsing against his lips and the tip of his tongue, felt the rest of Ozzie's body trembling with pleasure - and then he felt the first of many thick, wet spurts of warm, flavourful come splattering against the rest of his tongue, pooling in his mouth instead of going straight down his throat, as it would have if he'd taken the bear's entire length into his muzzle. Moaning shamelessly around the larger male's prick, Crisp grabbed hold of the glistening length of Ozzie's dick that was outside his mouth and stroked it energetically, wanting more and more of the bear's delicious seed, wanting him to keep coming and coming, to keep Ozzie writhing in pleasure... he wanted to be a good boy.

When his mouth filled up, Crisp had swallowed; hungrily gulping down the semen to make room for more. When his thighs protested his posture, he'd adjusted his legs without taking his mouth off Ozzie's cock. And now, as Ozzie had finished climaxing with a long, relieved sigh, Crisp continued to suckle and stroke, wanting just a little more, milking his lover's erection of every last drop. He only relented once Ozzie reached down and placed a hand on Crisp's nose, gently - but firmly - pushing him away. "Heh, I appreciate the enthusiasm, Crispy," Ozzie panted, grinning from ear to ear, "But I'm afraid I'm totally spent this time. Goddamn, if that was really your first time, you're some kind of blowjob savant..." Licking up one last wayward drop and relishing in its flavour the way a wine taster does with a rare amarone. Crisp leaned back - but as soon as his friend's penis had slipped out of his mouth, he caught Ozzie off-guard by bobbing forward and planting a curiously chaste kiss on the crown. The bear just chuckled again. "Enjoyed yourself, hmm?" he asked, "You really are a good boy." Settling back on his haunches, giving his protesting thighs a rest, Crisp grinned. He loved how happy those words made him. When he looked down, though, the familiar blush returned to his cheeks. There was so much pre on the floor! Ozzie slipped off the desk and laughed softly as he saw what the smaller male was looking at. "Wow, you just came earlier and you're still leaking like a sieve," he commented, "I keep forgetting you've never jerked off at all, it's just so surreal... Well, I can't take you back to the dorm that horny, you'll probably come in your pants on the way." Down below, Crisp's long-neglected cock gave a throb, leaking still more clear fluid onto the tile floor. Crisp blushed harder, hoping the bear hadn't noticed that, realizing to his, well, rather conflicted emotions, actually, that the idea of coming in his pants turned him on. "N-no, that's ok-kay, Ozzie," he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously, "E-even if that does happen, I c-can just wash them like with my PJs... and we might get c-caught if we stay, remember?" Ozzie, apparently ignoring him, was stroking his chin thoughtfully as he regarded the smaller male. "Let's see, how can we fix this... maybe you could put your pants in your bag, and I could bring you back to the dorm just like this!" Pretending not to notice the shocked expression on Crisp's face, he shrugged, continuing "Of course, knowing you, you'd probably end up blowing your load in front of a bunch of people right before we reach the room, so that's problematic..." Crisp's mind reeled at the very idea of helplessly climaxing in front of a group of leering strangers, but before he could even recover, Ozzie sighed and shook his head. "Naaah, I think that's illegal anyway," he said, faux-regretfully, "I guess we'll just have to go with plan B." "Wh-what's plan B?" Crisp managed, still dazed. Suddenly, Ozzie stepped in front of him, his slowly deflating penis right in Crisp's face. "This is."

Crisp thought (okay, hoped) that Ozzie was about to stuff that fat cock back in his mouth, risk of getting caught be damned, but instead, he stuffed his hands under his roommate's armpits, surprising him. "O-Ozzie?" he asked, confused. Ignoring that, the bear took a firm hold of Crisp's shoulders from below and started pushing him backwards, his lower body dragging along the floor underneath Ozzie. Once they were a fair distance away from the desk (and the sizable pool of pre-come in front of it), Ozzie pushed Crisp's upper body down to the floor, so that he was lying on his back, and then the bear lay down on his stomach, forcing the bottomless wolf's legs apart and settling down between them. Without so much as a word, Ozzie winked up at Crisp and leaned in, licking at his straining cock, which pulsed instantly at the touch of that hot, wet tongue, basically jumping for joy at getting some attention at long last. "Oh - oh God!" Crisp cried, squirming and whimpering as Ozzie lapped at his needy cock, which promptly resumed leaking pre-come, this time on Crisp's belly. Other than moving his favourite hoodie away from the area that might get wet, Crisp made no protest that their stay would be extended so that Ozzie could return the favour. Mimicking his lover, the bear moved down to Crisp's fuzzy balls and teased them with his tongue, briefly taking one into his mouth and suckling on it, which made the younger male's toes curl up inside his glittery shoes. "Oh Ozzie, oh God, oh man, ohhhhh..." whimpered Crisp, wondering if it had felt this good when he went down on Ozzie. After a few moments, the bear released his sac and looked up at his friend, grinning. "You smell really good, Crispy, I like it." He reached up and took hold of the wolf's cock, but before he moved his muzzle back to it, Ozzie leaned in, slipping his nose beneath Crisp's balls, and inhaled deeply. Remembering how arousing he'd found the other male's scent, Crisp moaned quietly; that felt like the greatest compliment he'd been given today.

Without further teasing, as Crisp watched, eyes wide, Ozzie tilted the wolf's cock down a little bit and wrapped his muzzle around it. Crisp arched his back off the floor and cried out, shocked beyond words at the intensely pleasurable sensation of the larger male's warm, wet, velvety mouth, of the way that tongue teased along the underside of his cock even as Ozzie used a hand to grope and massage his balls, something Crisp made a note of, hoping there would be a next time. As Crisp sank back down to the floor, trembling, Ozzie briefly slipped off his lover's cock and looked up at his face. "Nooooo," Crisp whined, his ears flat against his head, "D-don't stop! I need it!" "You're making a lot of noise, wolf," Ozzie pointed out, "Maybe we should take this back to the dorm after all." He wasn't familiar with the concept of blue balls, but that still sounded like the end of the world to Crisp. "No, please! D-don't stop, I'm b-begging you!" he whimpered, unconsciously hitting Ozzie with the Puppy Dog Eyes expression all canids were naturally capable of. Grinning, Ozzie sighed exaggeratedly. "You're lucky you taste so good, little guy," he said, "Okay, but if you're gonna be all loud about it, at least cover your mouth, huh? Even if there's not a class here today, someone could catch us if you're moaning like that when they walk by the door." Without waiting for a response, he took the wolf's dick back into his mouth, and Crisp whimpered with relief. "Ohhhhh, thank you thank you thank you..." he murmured, lying flat against the floor, closing his eyes to just enjoy the moment. It wasn't long, though, before that smile disappeared in his passion, and he had to cover his muzzle to keep his cries and whimpers muffled.

With so little experience under his belt, Crisp couldn't last nearly as long as his roommate, and soon enough, he was trembling and writhing under those delicate oral ministrations, his prick twitching and leaking endlessly as Ozzie ran his tongue along it, sucking in his cheeks to provide maximum friction along its sensitive flesh. Crisp had had to keep his mouth covered constantly for the last few minutes, unable to keep his yelps and moans from escaping, but now he chanced it to deliver a message. "God, Ozzie, I... d-don't stop, I'm almost there..." he gasped, quickly returning his hands to his muzzle for a moment to muffle a groan. "Ohhhhh Ozzie, I'm gonna coooome..." The bear didn't moan around his cock the way Crisp had when he learned Ozzie was close, but Crisp couldn't help but notice that Ozzie's efforts had suddenly become much more enthusiastic, that he was teasing and licking at all of the wolf's most sensitive spots, making it very hard for Crisp to keep from squirming, and making it impossible for him to resist the pleasure. With one long, last, drawn-out moan, Crisp arched his back again, his entire body going rigid as he came, Ozzie stroking his pulsing dick the same way the wolf had earlier, urging him with his mouth and hands to come as hard as he could; stars danced in front of the smaller male's eyes as his prick spurted wet, sticky strands of thick, flavourful come into the bear's mouth, ejaculating quite productively as Crisp fought hard to keep from howling the way his ancestors did, hardly an easy task, as he'd never experienced anything as pleasurable as emptying his balls into his lover's welcoming mouth.

About ten minutes later, the door to the music classroom opened, and Ozzie leaned out into the hallway, peeking both ways before nodding behind him and leaving the room, significantly more casually than the blushing male who followed him. Crisp hesitated a moment, still embarrassed to be leaving all that come and pre glistening on the floor, but he followed the bear out anyway. He relaxed somewhat as they got further and further from the scene of the crime, but he was still trembling with nervous energy. "I s-still can't believe we did that..." he muttered, "Oh, Ozzie... thank you so much for showing m-me all that... I can't believe I've been missing out like that f-for all these years..." Ozzie chuckled and smiled at him warmly, licking his lips to tease the other male. "It was my pleasure... too," he said, "I gotta say, I bet none of the profs here have ever enjoyed teaching a lesson as much as I enjoyed that one. That reminds me..." Crisp swallowed a whimper as Ozzie casually put an arm around his shoulders. "Your homework is to jack yourself off tonight, once you've had a few hours to recover," he teased, "Now, it'll be your first time, so you'd better get someone to keep an eye on you, make sure you're doing it right... How about, say, your roommate?" Crisp giggled, delighted. "Ohhh, that sounds wonderful, professor," he breathed, deliriously happy with the idea of more sessions in the future with his big friend. They walked in silence for a few minutes, Crisp shivering and averting his eyes as they passed a random student carrying a guitar case, as though she'd magically know what they'd been up to if he looked her in the eyes. After a few moments, he looked up at the bear and cleared his throat. "Hey, uh... I was wondering..." he started, grinning sheepishly, "You p-probably noticed that I'm, you know, into g-guys, and, uh, I'm only vaguely aware of how guys do it with girls, much less how two guys do it t-together. Heh, I mean, I've g-got a pretty good theory, I think I worked it out, b-but I've never found out for sure..." Rubbing the back of his neck, Crisp forced himself to make eye contact with the grinning bear. "S-so I was kinda hoping, m-maybe sometime in the future, once I've, uh, mastered all these basic lessons... you could show me whether I was right or not?" Ozzie stopped them right there in the hallway, the front entrance to the building just ahead of them, and turned the wolf to face him, Crisp's back to the wall. Then, the bear leaned in and pressed his lips against his surprised companion's, Crisp moaning quietly as that familiar ursine tongue slipped into his muzzle, teasing against his own tongue, and he reached up, putting his hands on Ozzie's shoulders and somewhat timidly kissing him back. When another student walked by, glancing over at them and grinning knowingly before heading out the door, Crisp trembled with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, even as spent as he was. When Ozzie broke off the kiss, he looked Crisp right in the eye and grinned a little wider. "You know, Crispy," he said, "I think I'd like that very much."

This time, when Ozzie put his arm around the other male, Crisp returned the gesture, reaching one of his own behind the bear's thick trunk, and the two roommates walked out the door together. They did draw glances like that, but even as he blushed, for the first time in his life, Crisp found he was proud to be drawing other peoples' attention. The bear and the wolf headed off together, both already looking forward to the 'homework session' later tonight, and to potential events in the future beyond that. The grin never left Ozzie's face the whole walk back to the dorm, and Crisp was practically glowing. The reason he'd started having study sessions with Ozzie in the first place was that the little wolf with the peculiar shoes always seemed to have trouble picking up a subject the first time it was explained to him, but to his pride and joy, he'd aced this lesson in pleasure with flying colours.