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Evan Trunk sat on the floor opposite his door. There was a party several floors below his feet, but it might as well have been in another world for all it touched him. Well, other than the four people who'd kicked him out of his own room to have an orgy. He really should have said no, the money notwithstanding. If he knew anything about people, it was that they were rarely careful, even less when sex was in the air. His shampooer was going to get another workout for sure.

He could hear them. Well, he could hear one of them. One of the females seemed determined to share what she was feeling to the whole world. He felt like a voyeur and the erection in his pants didn't argue with that assessment. In other circumstances, he would have just left; not to join the party, that many people together would give him a heart attack, but he could take a long walk through the upper floors of the dorms. Almost all of the action was going on below in the more public areas. There was one thing keeping him in place. He was meeting someone.

If he had had any sense, he would have taken his cell phone during his eviction, but the thought hadn't occurred to him. They had been in the hall, expectant. Evan had just acted on his instinct to please and vacated the premises immediately. It was his room, he did have the key, but if he felt embarrassed about sitting in the hall and hearing them, the very idea of seeing the action made him heat up under his fur. So he couldn't move the meeting point. He just had to wait.

He didn't have to wait much longer. The door to the stairwell opened and the faint noise of the party invaded the silent hallway. His heart leaped into his mouth. Part of it was excitement, it had been months since they'd seen each other. Another part was nervousness, it had been months since they'd seen each other. And there was one last little part. He was worried about what he was going to think about Evan sitting outside his own dorm room listening to a foursome. His boyfriend knew enough embarrassing things about him already, the last thing he wanted was him to believe another embarrassing thing that wasn't even true. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, he wasn't a voyeur. The teasing would be unbearable.

He jumped to his feet and hurried down the hall. Roger stepped out of the stairwell and grinned at the sight of the skunk running to him like in a silly romance movie.

"So you missed me, did you?" he asked in his earthquake of a voice. Evan resisted the urge to launch himself into the bear he'd been waiting so long for. So it wasn't quite a launch. It still rocked the bear as they squeezed each other tight. His boyfriend buried his nose into his hair and inhaled. "I've missed you too," he said.

They held each other tight for a minute longer and then pulled apart to look each other in the eye. Evan had to look up. Roger was almost a head taller. After just a moment, Roger leaned down and gently kissed Evan on the mouth. Evan didn't allow it to stay gentle for long. His hands went around his lover and he pulled him tight again. Roger took the hint. One hand went behind Evan's head and pulled him closer, strengthening the kiss. Evan moaned at his forcefulness.

Roger's hands stole down Evan's back until they reached the lip of his pants and then they slid inside. Ten strong fingers squeezed his cheeks and he groaned. One hand pulled his cheek aside and the second slid down his fur until his long finger brushed the pucker there. He stroked it, featherlight and teasing for a moment before centering over it like a button and pressing firmly. Evan started whimpering then. Roger wiggled his finger as he continued the pressure. The well trained pucker was already loosening up and Roger was able to get his fingertip in to the first knuckle.

"You really have missed me," Roger said when they stopped for breath. "Why don't we move this into your room and continue this properly?"

"Um, about that," Evan said.

"Um, about that?"

"I kind of let some people borrow my room."

"You what? Tonight of all nights?"

"I owed one of them some money and he called it in. I didn't want to, but you know how I am," Evan realized he was whining a little, he tried to suppress it. It could be sexy in the right circumstance, but this wasn't it. "I didn't even have a chance to think about it." His voice was more to his liking, though still plaintive. "You know how I am. Somebody asked me for something and I did it without thinking."

"I know how you are," Roger said. He pulled his hands out of Evan's pants and stepped back. He frowned and Evan's heart sank. He had thought that the worst thing he would have to face was being accused of being a voyeur, but now he realized what he should have been worried about. Roger was disappointed. Tears welled up in his eyes. Stupid tears he couldn't stop, like a child who'd fallen short in a game.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his eyes on the floor. He saw a teardrop explode on the carpet.

Strong arms enveloped him unexpectedly as Roger took him in a crushing hug. He felt hot breath against his hair.

"You don't have to be sorry, baby, I didn't mean to upset you." Roger kissed his head. "It's alright. I'm not mad."

He buried his face in his shoulder, drying the tears on his face and hiding his embarrassment. When was he going to stop doing that? He had been doing so well. His therapist had said the excitement of seeing Roger again might make it hard to retain his composure, but he had been so sure he could handle it.

"Are you okay?" Roger asked.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Just give me a minute."

"Take all the time you need. But don't think tears are going to get you out of your punishment. You were a naughty boy to give up your room tonight and Daddy would be a bad daddy indeed if he let his boy get away with being naughty." As he spoke, Roger slipped into his "Daddy Voice".

The tears were long gone now. Roger's words sent shivers down his spine and made his mouth water. His erection started coming back in the anticipation of whatever Roger had in store.

"I'll be a good boy, Daddy, I promise," he said quietly.

"I know you will, especially after I set you straight."

"Is it going to hurt?"

"No, baby. Well, maybe a little, but I think you'll like it." The last was said in his regular voice in a comforting whisper.

"I hope so, Daddy," Evan said.

"I was hoping to give you a proper hello in the privacy of your room, but now that you've been naughty and given it away, we can't do that. I guess we're going to have to do this right out here in the hallway."

"Out in the hallway where anyone could see?" Evan felt a moment of panic. He couldn't be serious. He didn't really expect Evan to strip naked and do... everything right out in public, could he?

Roger squeezed him again and nuzzled into his head. "Do you trust me?" he said.

"Of course I do, Daddy, but--"

"Do you trust me?" he used his real voice again.

"I don't think I can do it. Anyone could see us. I'm scared."

"You don't need to be scared. I'll keep you safe."

As he spoke, Roger reached between them and unfastened his pants. Evan heard them drop to the floor. Two large, heavy hands came down on his shoulders, pushing down. He offered no resistance and sank to his knees. Roger's erection stared him in the eye.

It was just as he remembered it. Long and thick enough that he could feel every bump and vein as it pushed into him, but not so big so as to require a ton of lube. The foreskin was pulled back completely from the head, but he knew that if he wanted, he could pull it back over again. It stood out proudly from a sparsely furred, chubby pubis. When it wasn't erect, it shrank down to a nubbin as if lying in wait for an unsuspecting lover. Hanging below it was the most beautiful scrotum Evan had ever come across holding the two most delectable testicles in the world. Each was the size of a chicken egg. Confronted with the sight, his fears slinked into the recesses of his brain, battered back by arousal. He licked his lips and looked up at his daddy.

Daddy peered down at him over his big fatherly belly. He looked stern, but there was a twinkle in his eye. "You know what you need to do to make Daddy forgive you for giving away the room."

Evan knew exactly what he needed to do. He held on to Roger's knees for support as he leaned forward and planted a light kiss on his engorged head. It jumped and when it came back down, Evan's tongue was ready to catch it. The flavor was a familiar one, a well loved one: A hint of pee, a hint of pre and that taste that was peculiar to Roger's person which Evan could not hope to describe. He wasn't even certain it was a real, physical thing, or if it was just his imagination. Maybe it was the taste of love.

He pushed ahead, sliding his tongue along the shaft, holding his mouth open so that nothing but his tongue touched it. It wasn't easy, Roger was large enough that he had to stretch to make it happen. When it reached his throat, he didn't stop. His throat opened to accept the intruder and it was only when his head was firmly pressed into Roger's belly and the big bear's soft cool scrotum touched his bottom lip that he closed his lips around the shaft. Roger groaned as Evan's throat squeezed the tip of he penis.

Evan pulled back slowly, savoring the feeling of his Daddy's penis escaping his mouth until only the head remained. Roger rested his hand on Evan's head and gave him a little pat of appreciation and encouragement. He smiled around the penis in his mouth before plunging it deep into his throat again, faster than before. His gag reflex threatened to activate at any moment, but he held it deep until the last possible second. He pulled off quickly, gasping to control his breath.

"Good boy," Daddy said. Evan wanted to wag the tail he didn't have. Instead, his showed his pleasure at the praise by diving back onto the hard cock in front of him. He abandoned the deep throating for now. He knew Daddy liked it, but it wasn't something that was ever going to make him cum and Evan really wanted to make him cum. It was the best way he knew to make up for the disappointment of losing the privacy of their room.

He sucked like Daddy had taught him that he liked, firm suction, medium speed, and extra attention paid to the underside just past the head. Any time his speed altered, the hand on his head was there to guide him back to the proper tempo. Daddy's second hand stroked his cheek like he was petting a favored dog, except for when Evan's suction got too slack or too hard. It lightly patted then, to remind him of his business.

One of Evan's hands came up between Daddy's legs and cupped that beautiful scrotum that hung there. It clung tight to his body at first, but it relaxed in his warm hand. He fondled his balls, stroking their undersides and gently tugging. Daddy was just starting to involuntarily move his hips in time with Evan's mouth when he put a stop to it.

"Your apology is accepted," he said, "but you still need to be punished, I'm afraid. You're a good boy, but I think you need a bit of correction to make sure you don't do it again."

Evan liked the sound of that. He hadn't yet failed to enjoy one of Daddy's punishments and he was certain that streak would remain unbroken. Even before their relationship had started, Roger had seemed to be able to read Evan's mind. He knew exactly what Evan wanted, what Evan needed. Their time together had only made his apparent mind-reading more accurate.

He lifted Evan off the ground as easily as he would a child until the young man was high enough to get his feet under him. His hands flew to the fastenings on his pants. Evan didn't resist as his pants fell down his legs. Daddy grunted in approval when he saw that Evan wasn't wearing any underwear.

"You naughty boy," he said.

Evan found that he wasn't the least bit embarrassed to be bare assed in the hallway of his dorm only a few dozen feet from his own room. He wasn't sure if it was the presence of Roger or just him being caught up in their role-play, but he felt as comfortable as if they were actually in his room.

Daddy reached down and gently stroked Evan's erection. He brought his hand up to his lips and licked the leaked precum and sighed in pleasure. "I have missed that," he said. Putting his hands on his shoulders, Daddy turned Evan around. "Time for your punishment. Grab your ankles.

Evan did as he was told. He looked through his legs up at Roger as the middle-aged bear openly admired the skunk's rear. In that position, he knew that his cheeks were spread apart just enough to show off his wrinkled, pink anus. They were nicely rounded and firm, displayed in the best possible style. He watched Daddy rested his hands on his rump and then he had to move his gaze to the floor in front of him. Bending so far forward was quickly making him light headed and he certainly didn't want to pass out right when things were really getting good.

He closed his eyes and concentrated on the way Daddy's hands felt on him. They were so large and strong. When he felt those hands on him, it was almost like he was a child again with his father, not that his father had ever touched him the way Daddy did. Those hands squeezed his firm cheeks as if testing a cantaloupe. And then one hand disappeared for just a moment and Evan had to will himself not to clench. He knew very well what was coming next.

It came back with a heavy thump. The fur on his rump cushioned the blow and the sound, but it was still loud in his ears. It barely stung, but he knew that wasn't going to last long and he couldn't wait. The hand came down again in the same spot and this time it stung. He wiggled his rump to ask for another smack.

"Hold still, boy. The punishment is only going to last longer if you struggle," Daddy said.

Evan was torn between wiggling his butt some more and not wanting to break character. The decision was taken from him when another blow landed followed too quickly to react by another and another. He heard Daddy step to the side and the angle of slaps changed, but didn't slow any. The stinging was becoming sharper and sharper with every blow and if he didn't get a break soon, it would stop being fun. He didn't make a peep, other than the odd moan of pleasure. He trusted Daddy to know when enough was enough.

Finally, the blows stopped just before they crossed the line, replaced by a soothing massage. The massage lasted only a minute before the blows started again, slower now, harder, but each one was accompanied by a gentle rub afterward to relieve the sting. He couldn't help but moan each time his hand came down. The massage periods grew longer and longer until the slaps stopped all together.

"Have you learned your lesson now, boy?" Daddy asked.

Evan nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, Daddy."

"Good." Daddy hadn't given Evan permission to move, so he remained as he was, even though his muscles were getting tired from being bent for so long. He watched Daddy's face as he rubbed his bum, saw the desire there.

"Daddy," he said, "Can I suck you again? I don't think I've apologized enough yet for being so bad."

Daddy chuckled. "Such a horny skunk," he said, "alright, but only a little bit. I've brought a present for you and I can't wait to present it to you properly."

Evan shivered in anticipation. Daddy walked around front and presented his hard, drooling cock. Evan wasted no time getting it back into his mouth, sucking off the buttery taste of his precum. He held himself up by the back of Daddy's thighs to take some of the pressure off his legs, as well as leverage to get him deeper into his mouth.

Daddy lifted his belly up to give him better access. Evan had just gotten into his rhythm when Daddy's hand clamped him tight to his pubis, his nose buried in the soft flesh there. He released his belly, putting the full weight on Evan's head and trapping him. Evan sucked harder, working it with his tongue and lips as well as he could. Daddy rewarded him with a loud groan. As much as Evan enjoyed the groan, what he really needed was oxygen. Daddy, though, was well aware of Evan's predicament.

He leaned forward and gave Evan more air as well as loosening the hold his belly had been exerting. He didn't slack his own work on Daddy. The precum was flowing freely and Evan couldn't get enough of it. That was one of the things he loved most about these times with Daddy. The man, once he started to leak, didn't stop until the final surge of his orgasm.

A secondary, or perhaps the true, purpose of Daddy leaning forward was revealed when Evan felt two big hands on his butt cheeks, spreading them wide. He suddenly became keenly aware that his rear was facing the stairwell door and that anyone who happened to be standing there could see him through the window. Was Daddy showing him off to some passerby? He couldn't decide if the thought was arousing or terrifying, maybe one because of the other. Whichever it was, it didn't dissuade him from sucking Daddy. He trusted the man to keep him safe, just like he'd promised.

One hand released his cheek and appeared on his erection. He gave him a few strokes before disappearing again. It felt so slick, evidence of how aroused he was. Unlike Daddy, he never leaked that much. The hand reappeared on his ass, the fingers between his cheeks, and they probed his anus with his own precum as lubrication. Evan pushed back, trying to get more of that finger inside, but Daddy allowed only the tip.

He spat out Daddy's cock so he could talk. "Please, Daddy, deeper." That earned him a slap on the rump.

"Hush, puppy. Daddy knows what he's doing."

Evan took the cock back into his mouth and redoubled his efforts to please Daddy, hoping that if he got him too close to cumming that he would be forced to move up his time table. Daddy spat, by the sound of it into his hand. With this new lube, his fingers were twice as slick and they easily slid into him. The slight discomfort of new penetration quickly passed as the lubrication spread to ease the way.

Daddy had a finger plunged to the last knuckle in him now, and he wiggled it at its maximum depth. His prostate flexed in response and Evan felt his cock twitch and spurt. It wasn't an orgasm, he knew he hadn't ejaculated anything thicker than seminal fluid, but it certainly had felt good.

"You really have missed me," Daddy said. He removed his finger and penis from Evan. With both hands against his cheeks, Daddy lifted Evan's face until they were eye to eye. Evan was stiff from retaining the same position for so long, but he didn't show any sign of it or complain. Daddy lowered his mouth to Evan's in a gentle kiss.

"Are you ready for your present?" Daddy asked. Evan nodded eagerly. "Well, alright then. Put your hands on the wall and show me where you want it."

Before the sentence was over, Evan did as he was told and planted his palms against the wall, arched his back, and stuck out his butt. Part of him wanted to look towards the stairway door to see if there was anyone watching. He didn't know what he would do if he saw someone, though, so he fought the urge. Daddy's spell was strong, but it wasn't complete. Instead, he looked over his shoulder and gave Daddy his very best pleading look.

Daddy's eyes twinkled and he put his hand under Evan's mouth. Evan spat in it, drawing from the thicker spittle from the back of his mouth. Turning his face to the wall, he closed his eyes to better concentrate on the sounds and sensations. Wet smacking sounds signified Daddy rapidly stroking his cock to spread Evan's spit across it. A heavy, but soft weight settled on his back and he knew Daddy had rested his big belly on him to get it out of the way.

Evan gasped when he finally felt the tip of Daddy's penis press against his tight anal ring. It was only teasing at first with no real effort to press inside, but that didn't last long enough to become frustrating. Soon enough, he felt his ring stretch around Daddy's big head as he pushed harder. He felt a stab of pain as the lubrication gave out, but Daddy really did know exactly what he was doing and pulled out, added more spit, and pressed in. This time he sank to the root without issue and Evan moaned in complete satisfaction. He felt so full.

Daddy pulled out slowly, added another palm-full of spit to his member and pushed it back in. He held Evan by the shoulders and pulled, grinding his pelvis into his butt, forcing his cock as deep as it possibly could go.

"Please fuck me, Daddy," Evan whispered. He felt Daddy's breath on his ear just before the older man spoke.

"No," he said, "fuck yourself."

Evan moaned as he pulled himself off of Daddy's cock before slamming back to take it as deep as he could. He fucked back as hard as he was able, impaling himself over and over again. His cock twitched every time Daddy's cock slid past his prostate. It felt good, but it really wasn't what he needed. He needed Daddy to take control, to take him, to fuck him until he couldn't move anymore.

"What a good boy," Daddy said and smacked Evan's ass as punctuation. Evan moaned and ground his ass against Daddy's hips, trying to feel how deep he could get Daddy. He used the wall for all the leverage he could manage, squirming back and forth to work it in. His attack was so furious, Daddy was almost knocked off his feet. He had to grab his hips to keep from falling on his ass.

"What, are you trying to taste it in the back of your throat?" Daddy growled. Evan moaned again, the false anger in his voice jabbed his submission buttons. Yes, Daddy, punish me. I was naughty for pushing back so hard.

"Good," he continued, "I like that kind of aggression in my boys." And as if he'd just passed a test, Daddy took over, hauled back until only the head was still stretching his anus, and slammed back home.

"Oh, yes, Daddy," Evan squeeled, "fuck your boy hard." Daddy's onslaught was so strong and merciless, it was all Evan could do to keep upright. He was finally releasing all his pent up tension, all the frustration of having his boyfriend unavailable. It was like he was trying to give him every single fuck they'd missed in their months apart all at once.

Every aspect of it propelled him into a heaven of pleasure. Daddy's heavy belly on his back, his hips slamming home over and over, his strong hands controlling his body, but most of all, his big, hard dick punching through him like the piston of a locomotive. He wouldn't have cared if he were in the middle of a sold out stadium, it all felt so good, it was the only thing that mattered.

He knew was was getting loud enough to wake the dead; whining, begging, screaming in pleasure as his Daddy gave him the fuck of a lifetime. He couldn't even hear Daddy grunting with effort, though somewhere in his mind he knew he must be. His thoughts for a moment went to the foursome in his room, the girl that had been making so much noise. He was certain he was drowning her out too, even through the wall. And he didn't care. He wanted the world to know how good his Daddy was treating him, how much of a stud he was.

Daddy grabbed a handful of hair right at the nape of his neck and hauled back, bending his head back at an unnatural angle. He moaned in pleasure and screwed his eyes back to make eye contact.

"Can you taste it yet, boy?" he snarled.

"Yes, Daddy," he groaned out through his restricted throat. "Oh, fuck Daddy, you feel so good."

Daddy let go of his hair to concentrate on plunging his thick cock in and out of his squealing boy. Evan could tell he was getting close by his breathing and his tempo. He was getting close himself, it was building up inside him without him even having to touch himself. Only his Daddy could do that.

"Where do you want my cum, boy? You want it in your ass or in your mouth?"

Evan couldn't answer, because the sound of his voice acted as the trigger for his own orgasm.

"Oh, fuck, Daddy!" he cried as his body spasmed stiffly, spraying his seed against the wall and carpet. His Daddy slammed his cock home and held it still, enjoying his boy's clenching ass. Just as Evan's orgasm ebbed to its final spasms, he felt the warmth of his Daddy's semen spreading through his bowels. Any time other than in the moment it would have seemed ridiculous, but to Evan, that warm semen felt like love.

He started to cry. He always cried after a session like this with Daddy. His therapist had explained it as an outlet for all the emotions he held in, feeling unable to express them, particularly feelings pertaining to his actual father. Evan didn't like the idea that his relationship with Roger was some kind of elaborate trick being played on him by his subconscious desire for a father figure. That hadn't been what he'd said, he had been quite clear that he believed their relationship was real and based on real feelings and that it was only an explanation for his taste in men and his post-coital tears. Still, it was a fear he harbored. Right at this moment, though, it was the furthest thing from his mind.

Daddy turned back to Roger as he sat against the wall beside Evan and pulled him into his lap and a tight embrace. He shushed at Evan's sobs and rocked him gently until the fit of tears was gone.

"I love you," he whispered. Evan whispered it back and clung tighter. The tears and sobs were done, it seemed, but he wasn't ready to let go yet. The closeness was like a drug, this embrace wasn't something he ever wanted to leave. He was also a little afraid that he'd look up and find that he'd had an audience.

While at first he'd been worried about someone seeing him have sex, he realized he really should have been worried about someone seeing him cry afterward. After all, the party downstairs was mostly an excuse to fuck anyway so it wasn't that big a deal that people knew he was doing it to. But the fact that he cried after sex was not something he wanted around campus. His therapist could reassure him that it was normal all he wanted, but it wasn't something he was ever going to feel normal about.

"We're all alone," Roger said.

"Did anyone see us?"

"I don't think so, but I can't be sure. The jerks camping out in your room are still in there. I think I heard snoring. I'm going to kick them out in a minutes. Do you want to get dressed?"

"There's something I want to do first," Evan said. He reluctantly pulled out of Roger's hug and less reluctantly kissed him on the mouth, climbed out of his lap, and then took his flacid, soiled cock into his mouth.

"Oh, my God, Evan," Roger said. It didn't taste bad, kind of good, actually. A little sweet, with the added bonus of tasting like Roger's semen. He sucked it clean and felt it grow in his mouth. In a few moments, he was blowing a full erection. It was a surprise for both of them, Roger was usually only good for one a session.

"I never thought you'd do that," Roger said.

Evan shrugged. "It's amazing what you can do when you just do it without thinking about it." He rolled onto his back and grabbed his ankles, holding his legs up and spreading his cum-dripping ass.

"Think you might be up for another go?" he asked. Roger grinned. But instead of climbing on top of Evan, he picked him up.

"Absolutely," he said, "but somewhere more comfortable."

The foursome hadn't bothered to lock the door, so Roger let them in. All four of them were laying in a tangle on the pushed together beds. At least two of them were snoring, though it was impossible to tell who. Neither of them cared. Roger closed the door behind them with a foot, laid Evan down on a clear spot, and gently inserted himself into his young lover. Evan sighed as he felt himself filled again, forgetting completely about the piles of clothes in the hallway, never mind the other people on the bed.