Chapter 3 Personal Research
#3 of The Gilded Suburb
Preface/disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction and contains furries and homosexuals and offensive language. You have been warned! And this is original, please don't steal it but feel free to redirect people to it.
Chapter 3: Personal Research
Mort stood beneath the shower in a daze (Did that just?) the warm water soothing his befuddled mind. After a relaxing scrub he changed back into his jeans and white shirt then headed for the library. He flipped through some magazines before heading for the shelves. Wandering restlessly he waited for the minutes to tick by. Mort's thoughts reverted back to Justin (Why?) and the shower scene. Only a Junior but the football captain, Justin could get any female at the school. Why the fuck would he blow a guy?
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Jeff sat next to the shelf of aquatic biology reference texts. He shuffled nervously until he saw the German Sheppard Matt walk by. Grabbing the dog's wrist the bear pulled his man back behind the shelves. Given the fact that nobody was in the library and they didn't really give a shit Matt started removing Jeff's shirt and pants. The bear kissed the Sheppard and undid his jeans.
Breathing heavily Matt tried not to scream as Jeff lapped at his balls. The bears warm pink tongue slid over the orbs, back and forth, and then under to Matt's tail hole. Jeff licked at the ring before forcing his tongue inside.
Matt gripped the edge of the shelf and tried not to pass out as he felt the bear rimming him. Stopping abruptly Jeff moved back to matt's hard on and sucked with the force of a furry vacuum. As Jeff's maw bobbed up and down the Sheppard ran his fingers through Jeff's fur and scratched behind the bear's ears.
"Fuck Jeff, I'm-m close..." Matt's panting escalated and he had to bite down on Jeff's shoulder to keep from barking in pleasure. Jeff twisted his tongue around Matt's throbbing organ until he forced it into his bear jaws. The dog whined softly as Jeff's mouth massaged his entire length including the now swollen knot and he felt his balls release. Salty dog spunk filled Jeff's mouth and he greedily slurped down the treat. Kneading the meat with his hands Jeff milked Matt for every pearly drop, only pulling the cock out of his mouth at the end to give it another tongue bath.
Jeff stood to share a cum-laced tongue tango with Matt before turning the dog around. He pulled the Sheppard's shorts down to his knees and resumed licking at the tail hole. Matt sighed quietly as Jeff lubricated the dog with a good supply of spit. When Matt was sufficiently wet the bear rubbed his aching boner against the canine's leg.
"Come on Jeff, fuck me babe." Matt growled submissively waiting for penetration. Jeff grinned at the play mate before him.
"Hold on Matt, I'm gonna fill you up quick." Jeff's member glistened as a slick of pre coated it and he gently pushed it against Matt's hole. The Sheppard panted and gasped as the bear's dick forced its way in. Jeff moved closer inch by inch until he was hilted in the dog's willing ass. Matt's ass quivered as the massive cock stretched it tight as a bow string.
Gripping the dog's waist Jeff slowly drew himself out. Matt whined in ecstasy as Jeff's meat was slowly forced back in. Jeff was sweating and panting in pleasure as well.
"How's that feel? You're a good little man bitch." Jeff, as silently as possible, whispered to Matt. The bear's instincts grew stronger and soon he was pumping Matt's ass like a piston. The hot canine guts closed tight around Jeff's cock every time it slid in and grasped at him as he pulled out. "Shit man, your ass feels so good." Jeff gently bit on the scruff fur at the base of Matt's neck. He tried to say "Take it all pup" but it mostly came out as a mumble as Jeff came fast and hard. Hot rivers of bear seed flooded Matt's waiting anal cavity and with a huge cock plugging his ass up there was nowhere else for the viscous fluid to go but farther up.
Panting heavily with exhaustion Jeff slowly pulled out and matt clenched his cheeks to prevent warm bear cum from spilling everywhere. As Jeff leaned against the bookshelf Matt got down on his knees and began cleaning Jeff's organ. His hungry doggie maw sucked every inch and left the bear's meat warm and shining with spit. As Matt stood and buttoned his pants Jeff donned his clothes again quickly. The two stood there sharing a passionate kiss that felt like hours though it lasted only a few minutes. Jeff looked into Matt's gleaming brown irises.
‘You're so beautiful," the Sheppard blushed deeply and Jeff pulled him into another long kiss. "I love you Matt, you mean the world to me." The canine looked up into his lover's eyes, during their love making the bear's eyes burned with an almost primal lust but now they just reflected love and security.
"I love you too Jeff" Matt whispered softly and they shared a final kiss before walking out of the depths of the bookshelves.
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Mort sat on the floor feigning interest in a manual on car engine repair as a dog and a bear left the rows of shelves. (That's one way to spend the time. Wonder what they were studying... Anatomy?) Mort was still chuckling to himself at his joke when the bell rang. Picking up his bag the tiger headed down the hall to the left and up the stairs, he entered his English class and sat down in the back left corner.
Students funneled in, a skunk was checking her makeup lest someone see a flaw and a mouse was furiously texting like he was talking someone through bomb disarmament, and seats were taken. Almost at the end of the line a wolf in a large grey jacket slipped in like a ghost and sat down next to Mort. (Aww hell. Tobias its gonna get hot this weekend your gonna want to ditch that jacket man) Mort turned toward the front of the room as the otter, Professor Sharon, surveyed her class. The wolf stared at his desk in complete silence as the room around him buzzed with low voices and conversation.
Professor Sharon cleared her throat and the class ceased speaking immediately. Rather than anxiety Sharon was one of the best loved professors. Brilliant, witty, and willing to help anyone through an essay or tough reading (East of Eden was a bitch to read, can't imagine why Professor Sharon assigned it. And how did Tobias get through it so fucking fast?) Sharon was the favorite English teacher for all Juniors and Seniors.
The otter smiled warmly at the class. "First I have some positive news; I've graded all your recent essays and tests over British poetry and since everyone passed, as promised I have exempted you all from my exam." A collective sigh of relief flooded the room. (Sweet fucking god!) "Unfortunately due to school policy I can't excuse you 2 hours early but for the next 90 minutes feel free to work quietly or speak in subdued voices. When we have about half an hour left I'd like to read you some of the reports you turned in this morning." Mort leaned back in his chair as much as his huge tiger body would allow him. He noticed Tobias still started at his desk, almost entirely shrouded in his jacket.
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Tobias tried to brace himself as his stomach churned. He had left Chemistry later than he had planned (Why did I stay to ask about the reactivity of Sodium, fucking periodic table) and now he had to sit next to Mortecai. The huge tiger was physically perfect, his broad chest, ripped arms, soft glimmering eyes. (And he's probably boned every cheerleader on campus) Tobias sulked in silence (Why the fuck am I the only gay student?) and tried not to look at the gorgeous man next to him.
"Hey, uh Tobias?" The wolf's heart clenched.
"Yeah Mortecai?" The tiger grinned.
"Man you know me, just call me Mort. And anyway what did you write about for your end of the year paper?" Tobias's mouth went dry, if he told Mort and Sharon read it what would the tiger think? (Come on, think of something)
"Uh nothing really it's an ok paper but nothing special" Tobias tried to stall for time, hoping the hunky feline would stop staring at him with those arousing eyes.
"Nice, but you still haven't told me what you wrote on." The wolf's muscles tightened.
"It's um, the uh dragon."
"From Grendel?"
"Yeah-"
"Hey Mort!" A Boston terrier who played quarterback scooted over to Mort's chair. "Did you catch that play last night? Colorado dominated, were totally going to the Super Bowl." Tobias turned back around to his notebook, he wanted to talk to Mort, wanted to be with Mort. (Dream couple, Tiger sports star and mind fucked wolf) Tobias mused bitterly and pulled out some notebook paper and a pencil. Rather than write he lazily doodled various shapes and figures.
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As Mort discussed recent sport scores with the Terrier he glimpsed over the dog's shoulder at Tobias. (What's his problem? What the hell did he write about that's fucking with him? And damn it I don't care who caught the first touch down!) With someone to speak to the hour and a half quickly went by and Professor Sharon stood up.
"Please return to your seats." Furs shuffled and scooted back into their respective seating. "All right. I've finished reading the reports for this class. Three of your reports are here to be read, while I will read you the text the authors will remain anonymous for their benefit but congratulations to them anyway. These three reports will be sent to New York for the Blazel English Competition and represent our school against other schools from around the country." Sharon picked up the first paper. It focused on the effects of family and religion on the individual as seen in Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. While the class listened in rapt attention Mort noticed Tobias had a look of mild distaste (What's he hearing that I'm not?). The second used Pet Semetary as its basis and discussed the value and identity of life. Mort watched Tobias's expression change and morphed into a cringing aversion. (The fuck is his problem?) Professor Sharon picked up the last paper and when she started reading Tobias almost fell out of his seat.
Steamy! Things are picking up, what are Justin's motives? Who wrote the third paper? Who could resist sex in a library? Thanks for reading the 4th chapter is in the works.