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Here's something fun I've been working on in my spare time. The next Kobold Kissing Lessons will post next month. There's probably going to be one or two more installments of this series. Hope you enjoy!

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The First Day of the Semester 4:30 PM

John let out a heavy sigh as he unlocked the door to his, for now, unshared dorm. His first day of classes, an honors physics lecture and an introduction to linguistics had just wrapped up. John came to the university the first day the dorms opened a week earlier. The dark-brown furred Wolverine took the time to get his bearings, attend every orientation function, and even make a few friends. His roommate, a Ferret named Scott, still hadn't arrived. John definitely preferred his privacy, so the lack of a roommate didn't upset him too much. Once the lock clicked open he clipped his keys back to his lanyard and picked up the books he had just bought from the bookstore.

At the behest of his older sister, the Wolverine waited to buy his books. She graduated from the same university 5 years ago and gave her baby brother all sorts of unsolicited advice. She told him to avoid wearing his lanyard around his neck and to avoid wearing any kind of free clothing the school gave him. While he ignored both of these tidbits, as made evident by the glacier blue lanyard around his neck and the brown Lemur on his dark blue tee-shirt, he did follow his sister's advice to wait to buy his textbooks. Unfortunately, the professors in both of his classes today told their students that they absolutely had to buy the textbooks. He opened up the door and let out a quiet gasp.

His roommate had moved in while the Wolverine was out of the room. John had been gone since early in the morning. He wanted to get a good breakfast and socialize with his friends at the cafe in the student center before his classes started. His classes did end at 1:50 today, but the Wolverine took his afternoon and spent it, once again, at the cafe. It was a nice environment, one that lent itself well to doing coursework or just hanging out. John was all caught up for Wednesday, but he was sure he was going to read through his readings again, just to make sure he didn't miss anything important.

John walked in and let the door close behind him. While it was a goal of his to be more outgoing now that he was out the small Montana town he grew up in, he wanted to do it in his own time. Spending his free time this morning in public instead of locked up in his room was already, in his opinion, a monumental first step. He put his new books on the beige, wall mounted shelf above his bed and flopped down on it. His side of the plain looking room already looked lived in. He had hung up his comic book and sci-fi movie posters the first night he moved in, and had put some blue Christmas lights up for decoration. Even though Scott had only moved in today, his side of the room had a similar feel.

His posters were much more lewd, which shocked and comforted the Wolverine. One in particular, which featured a bulky Badger laying on his side on a couch in nothing but tight orange thong, really caught his attention. The Wolverine was gay, but only out to his sister, best friends, and a couple of his more open-minded cousins. Having a roommate who was clearly secure in his sexuality could do wonders for the closeted Wolverine. Maybe Scott would even be able to help him come out to his parents. He moved his attention from the sensual poster with a blush. Everything else seemed to be normal, books, a desktop computer, and a TV. One book in particular, a simple black book titled A Mustelid's Prey, caught the Wolverine's attention.

John looked at his door and hesitated. He didn't want his new roommate to walk in and get the impression that he was nosy. Slowly he walked over to Scott's twin bed and opened the book. The first page didn't tell him much, only that the book was a photo essay. The Wolverine opened to a random page and nearly shut the book in shock. He had opened to a two page spread of a Mouse and a Ferret engaged in very rough sex. The brown furred Mouse's wrists were tied to the head board, the Ferret was between his legs, jaws clamped on the Mouse's shoulder. The pair were clearly in ecstasy.

The image, despite the clear sexuality being displayed, was fairly tame; about as lewd as softcore cable porn. The Ferret's hard cock was buried to the hilt in the Mouse, and the bottom's package was concealed by one of the pale yellow furred Ferret's arms. John gulped and looked over the photo with wide eyes, his pants starting to tighten as his imagination ran wild. He wasn't a virgin, he had in fact lost his to a Badger at a friend's house party the month before coming to university, and he had watched more than his fair share of porn. In all of his admittedly limited experience, he had never seen anything this raw and passionate.

His paw reached out to turn the next page, his attention totally captured by the glossy photograph. He was so enraptured that he didn't hear the door to his dorm room open.

“You should turn to page 35," The male voice behind him said with an amused chuckle, “I'm in that one."

John practically jumped out of his skin and scurried back to his side of the room. His tongue tripped over the words as he tried to articulate a good enough apology. All that he managed to get out was a string of garbled nonsense and a couple of embarrassed whines. Once John gained enough control to stop his nervous display, his cheeks burned with a blush under the fur. The Ferret shrugged and walked over to his bed, letting the door ease closed behind him.

“It's alright to be curious," He said as he picked up the book, “I just hope I don't make you uncomfortable."

Scott moved over to John's bed and sat down beside him. The Wolverine put his paws in his lap, wringing them as the Ferret started to find a page.

“You don't," John gulped, “I was hoping you were, you know."

“Queer?" Scott looked up from the book, “Why are you?"

John hesitated for a moment and nodded. In spite of himself, he could feel the anxiety welling up in his chest. This was something he hadn't really shared. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He knew that everything was going to be fine, he just had to convince his subconscious.

“I'm gay," he said to follow up his nod, “Yeah, I'm gay."

Scott smirked and turned his attention back to finding the page.

“Good for you," The Ferret replied, “Means you should like this photo."

John blinked and let out a gasp. He wasn't sure if he was ready to see his roommate in a position like that.

“You mean you're in this?" The Wolverine asked, “Aren't you a little young for that kind of stuff."

Scott found the page and looked over at John with a deadpan expression.

“This book just came out this August," Scott chuckled and shook his head, “I was eighteen for a month when they did my pictures. You don't have to worry about that."

John rubbed his arm and blushes.

“Okay," He replied, “I mean, I'm not worried."

Scott opened his mouth to speak but stopped. He opened up the book and placed it on John's lap. The Wolverine's jaw dropped. This was another two page spread that featured his roommate with a Cottontail Rabbit. The Rabbit had his ass up and legs spread, his balls and hard, dripping cock clearly on display. Scott stood behind him with his teeth bared in a predatory grin, his paws gripping the slightly larger male's hips firmly. The photo was taken from the side and clearly showed the Ferret's hard cock just a couple of centimeters away from the tight hole underneath the gray-furred Rabbit's tail. Scott smirked and chuckled.

“You really should have started with the back of the book," The Ferret began, “That's where the really raunchy stuff is. I mean the last page."

The Ferret let out a lusty whistle.

“It's like instant stiffie hot," Scott chuckled, “It still is. And I even got to watch that session in person."

John's ears twitched.

“Session?" He asked, “You mean you didn't just pose for the pictures?"

Scott laughed and shook his head.

“That's not Sébastien's style," The Ferret replied, “He put us in position and told us to go at it. There's plans to make a website that features the videos and some of the other photos he took."

Videos? John gulped again. The inside of his ears turned red as he thought about seeing these photographs come to life. His eyes wandered over the picture and focused on the Rabbit. He didn't want to be in the Rabbit's place, but instead thought of having that male pin him down and take him; just like Scott was doing in the photograph. Scott gave John a quick elbow to the arm and smirked.

“Well damn pervert," He began, “There's solo photos of me in this too."

John blushed hard and looked back up at his roommate.

“Are there any of the Rabbit?" The Wolverine asked, “I'd like to, uh, get a better look at him."

It felt weird to discuss boys like this with another guy, especially one that the Wolverine had just met. Judging by the amused grin which crossed Scott's face, the Ferret didn't mind in the slightest. John sincerely hoped that he would be able to have less awkward interactions with his roommate. The frank way he discussed sexuality was refreshing, and made the Wolverine feel a little less ashamed and uncomfortable about the natural attractions that he felt on a daily basis.

“What?" Scott smirked after a pause, “Am I not attractive or something?"

John backpedaled and put both of his paws up.

“Nononono," He stuttered out, “You are!"

The Ferret laughed hard and flopped back on the Wolverine's bed. John hesitated for a moment, but eventually joined in with Scott's laughter.

“I'm just messing with you," Scott replied, “There aren't any of him on his own in that book. He does have a website. I can pull that up for you if you want."

Scott got up from the Wolverine's bed and sat down at his desk. He booted up the computer and leaned back against his rickety wooden chair. John blushed and closed the book. He was having a hard enough time keeping his excitement under control. Scott stretched in his chair, letting out a loud moan as his lithe body extended.

“Feel free to thumb through it while you wait," The Ferret began with a lewd murr, “There's some really good stuff in there. Just be sure not to make a mess on the pages."

John looked over at the book and mentally shook off the naughty thoughts that had crept into his head. Hopefully Scott would let him borrow it later for some private reading. The Wolverine's crotch throbbed, making him cough nervously and put his paws in his lap.

“So," John paused while he came up with something else to say, “What inspired that, uh, project."

Scott straightened back up and typed in the pin number to his PC.

“Well," He began, “The photographer got sick of how the Pred-Prey fetish community really only focused on the big predators. You know, bears, wolves, big cats. Those sorts of things."

The Ferret turned to face his roommate while the computer loaded up.

“There were so many other types of predators that don't get that kind of recognition," Scott continued, “So he focused on mustelids and got a group of guys together to change it. This book has already caused quite a stir in the community."

John nodded as he digested the new information. He was vaguely familiar with the community Scott was discussing. The Pred-Prey fetish was a combination of BDSM and roleplay that attempted to use the primal urges linked the four F's (fighting, feeding, fleeing, and mating) to enhance pleasure. The fetish tended to get a bad rap in the media, no doubt to the fetish's portrayal on television and film as a refuge for perverts with an appetite for violence. Judging from what John had already seen from his roommates book, his perception of the fetish was grossly warped by the mainstream.

“So how does a guy like you get involved with a thing like this?" John asked, “I mean, do they have casting calls?"

Scott scoffed as he opened up his web browser.

“To make a long story short," He replied, “I met the photographer through my ex-girlfriend's uncle. We quickly realized we had a shared interest. Literally the moment I turned 18 he slid me a contract and asked me to appear in his book."

John paused, trying to connect the dots of the Ferret's statement in his head. The Ferret had a girlfriend, but appeared in gay pornography. He supposed that it was none of his business, but still wanted to know how exactly that worked.

“You had a girlfriend and did gay porn?" John asked, “Are you bi?"

Scott smirked.

“I'm pansexual dude," He began, “But I prefer dating women."

He paused.

“Fooling around though," the Ferret continued, “I definitely prefer guys. I've found it to be way less drama, especially with Furs our age."

John rapped his fingers against his thigh. He supposed that made sense, even though he couldn't really understand the logic. In his experience, girls seemed to like him more than guys did. Maybe it was a function of his species or just his overall appearance. The Wolverine wasn't fat by any means, but he definitely wasn't trim or athletic. As far as he was concerned, he looked exactly the way a Wolverine was supposed to look.

“Found his website," His roommate chuckled, “Am I gonna have to worry about you poking me in the back?"

John blushed and got up from his bed. He didn't have to get very close to know that he was going to like this website. The picture on the main page showed the nude Cottontail kneeling on a chair with his back to the camera, tail lifted to show off his bubble butt. It was a good picture, but John was looking for a different view.

“Does he have any of the uh," He cleared his throat nervously, “Of the front?"

Scott's eyebrow raised.

“Hmm interesting, so you aren't the typical predator," Scott mused, “I'm sure we can find one."

“What do you mean by that?" John asked, “I am a predator."

“Well, I figured you were into the pred-prey fetish." Scott replied as he navigated to the Rabbit's photo gallery, “Most preds see a prey animal and want to breed it."

The Ferret clicked on a thumbnail and tilted his chair away from the computer. John's eyes went wide as the photo loaded. The Rabbit was on his back in a field, his cock fully hard and standing up against his light-grey belly fur. John swallowed nervously, his mouth watering at the sight. Scott must be right; he must be atypical; cause all he wanted to do was milk that tasty-looking Rabbit cock dry.

“So," Scott said after he let the Wolverine ogle over the picture, “I have a proposition for you. I know we've only just met, but my friends would kill me if I passed this opportunity up."

John snapped himself out of his sexual fantasy and blushed hard.

“Uh sure," John chuckled, “I mean, we have looked at porn together. I think we're familiar enough with each other."

Scott smirked and looked up at the Wolverine.

“Well, the photographer of this book hosts pred-prey parties," Scott began, “They can get a little raunchy, and usually everyone who goes winds up getting laid more than once."

John's jaw dropped.

“Since you're a predator who wants to bottom for prey," Scott continued with a chuckle, “You're going to be in high demand. You might even wind up with a prey dom of your very own."

The Wolverine looked down at his paws nervously as he thought about it. He knew college was a time for sexual experimentation, but he never expected that it would happen so early and so kinky. His mind wandered again, this time to thoughts of the Rabbit from the photos snapping a collar on him and commanding him to do all sorts of submissive and degrading things. His gaze snapped to the Ferret and a smile grew on his face.

“I'd love to," He chuckled, “What do I need to do to get ready?"

Scott smiled and got up from the chair. He started to pace around the room, counting things off on his fingers every couple of seconds.

“Well first, I have to make sure you're able to come, but that shouldn't be a problem," He began, “Once we get the okay, then the next step is to take you to a sex shop to buy some necessities."

The Wolverine moved back to his bed and blushed. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. After all, what would people think if they saw him walking into his dorm with that stuff. Scott must have noticed the other male's reservations and stopped his pacing.

“Don't worry," Scott continued, “It's nothing too scandalous. Sebastien will have that kind of stuff available at his place. It'll probably just be some sexy underwear, maybe some leather stuff, and a handkerchief."

“Handkerchief?" John asked, “What would I need that for?"

“You're a gay guy who doesn't know about the hanky code?" Scott asked, “Don't you know anything about gay history?"

John shook his head. He hadn't even met another gay person until he came to university, and even then it was just the presenter for the campus Gay Straight Alliance. What little he knew about being a gay male came from porn and a few movies or TV shows here or there.

“Well," Scott began, “It's basically how Furs let other guys know what they were into before FurFinder. You do know what FurFinder is don't you?"

John did. He even made an account while he was waiting for his flight out of his hometown. He didn't really know how to make the most of it yet, but he had a couple of conversations going that he was feeling good about.

“Yes," John replied, “I even have an account!"

“God you're just so cute," The Ferret smirked, “So when are you free to go shopping? The party will be on Saturday."

“Well," The Wolverine replied, “I'm pretty free tomorrow evening and Friday evening. Would one of those days work?"

“We could go tomorrow after my Poli sci course," Scott chuckled, “Let's make it at 5. We meet here then head to the sex shop?"

John nodded.

“Then it's a date," The Ferret replied with a smirk.

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The next evening

John let his head rest against the window of the crowded city bus. It was rush hour, which meant a whole host of tired Furs filled the vehicle. Scott sat beside him, his head bobbing and lips moving to the words of a rockabilly song blasting out of his cheap headphones. The bus slowed to a stop in front of an already busy gay bar. As the whole vehicle lurched forward, Scott tapped the Wolverine on the arm.

“Come on," He began, his headphones falling out of his ears, “This is our stop."

The Ferret shot to his feet and got in the line of people exiting the bus. John followed suit, taking the opportunity to scope out the people getting off with them. For this being a gay neighborhood, there were not a lot of obviously gay people. John shrugged and stepped off the bus with his roommate. The movies were wrong about more than he thought. Scott put his headphones into his pocket and let out a happy sigh.

“Fuck I love this part of town," Scott said with a chuckle, “I'm sure you and I are going to wind up spending quite a bit of time down here."

“Yeah?" John asked as they started to walk down the sidewalk, “What would we do?"

“Wingman for each other out at the bars," He smirked, “And meet up for brunch to swap our war stories. You know, that sort of thing."

“But we're only 18," John replied, “How would we get into the bars?"

Scott looked back at the Wolverine like he was the stupidest Fur on the planet.

“You mean you don't have a fake ID?" The Ferret rolled his eyes, “We're going to fix that. Don't you worry."

John had never needed one. Being from a small town meant that there were no shortage of bored 20-something year olds looking to make a quick buck. Everyone in his class knew at least 5 people who would be willing to buy booze on any given night.

“I'm not worried," John replied, “How far is this place anyways?"

“Just across the street," Scott stopped at a crosswalk and looked back at the Wolverine, “It's the pink building on the corner."

John rubbed the back of his neck and blushed at the sight. It was definitely the kind of store he wouldn't want his mother to catch him walking into. The front door had a bright blue neon sign emblazoned with the name of the business, The Knot Stop. Scott smirked and started off across the street.

“It's really not as intimidating as you may think," He began, “Everyone who works here is really nice."

The Wolverine blushed, feeling more than a little nervous about the whole scenario.

“They won't judge me right?" John asked, “You know, cause I'm not the typical kind of predator?"

Scott laughed and stopped in front of the door.

“You're fine big guy," The Ferret replied, “Trust me. There's a whole lot weirder things to be than a pred who likes to lift his tail for bunnies."

John decided he didn't want to know what kinds of things were weirder than that. The automatic doors to the sex shop opened and Scott hustled in. There was a spring in his step and a smile on his face. Maybe he was getting some stuff of his own. The Wolverine took a deep breath and walked inside, mentally steeling himself for what he was about to see. He was not surprised. The back wall was filled with dildos, buttplugs, and a variety of other sex toys. The side walls were stocked with DVDs, leather fetish gear, skimpy underwear, and things that John couldn't even identify.

“Hello there," A friendly older Dalmatian began, “My name is Carol. How can we help you two today?"

Scott smiled at the female and shook his head.

“If you can point us in the direction of the handkerchiefs that would be great," He replied, “I think we can figure out the rest."

She flashed the pair a knowing smile and pointed to the back of the store.

“Back left corner," She said with a friendly smile, “Right next to our next generation dildos. Can't miss them."

John blinked in surprise as Scott led him to the back wall. Next generation dildo? Judging by the display on the back wall, this was the next innovation in sex toy. They were realistic to the touch and in appearance. Apparently they were even cum-tube compatible and had a “realistic throbbing sensation". John couldn't help but stare at one of them, a large horse-cock shaped after a Zebra porn star. Scott tapped the Wolverine on the shoulder and chuckled.

“So, besides bunnies," Scott began, “What other things are you into?"

“I mean," John blushed, “I like guys."

Scott rolled his eyes.

“I know that," The Ferret thumbed through the assortment of different colored handkerchiefs, “I meant what do you want done to you sexually? Do you like swallowing loads? Getting tied up? Getting pissed on?"

The Wolverine's nose screwed up at the Ferret's last statement.

“Hell no I don't!" He said almost a little too loud, he blushed hard and looked down at the floor, “I mean, if I had to pick something. I do like paws."

The Ferret paused for a moment before pulling out a dark blue hankie with a howling wolf on it. He turned back to look at the Wolverine with a chuckle.

“So," The Ferret said as he held out the hankie, “The way this works is, each color and pattern of hanky is used to indicate a different kink or preference. Dark blue with a howling wolf means you're looking for pred-prey stuff."

John took the hankie with both paws and looked down at it with a blush.

“Now, when you go to put it on Friday," He continued, “Make sure you put it on the right side. That shows that you're looking to get fucked by a prey species."

“Friday?" John asked, “Isn't the party on Saturday?"

“Sebastian has little dinner parties the night before for his good friends," Scott replied, “Seeing as you're new to well, everything, he figured it would be good to invite you to this as well. That way you can meet everyone before the main event."

John smiled and nodded. That sounded perfect. The Ferret thought for a moment and then pulled out a coral colored hanky with white paw prints on it. The Wolverine didn't need to be told what that one meant.

“Anything else you want your future beau to know?" Scott asked, “Or do you think that's a good place to start."

John blushed and shook his head.

“Perfect," Scott stood up and smirked at the Wolverine, “Now let's get you something sexy to wear."

Scott pulled John to the side wall, the Wolverine's blush getting even redder as they approached the rack. The most conservative option on the wall was a tight pair of briefs. John was strictly a boxers guy. He couldn't imagine himself wearing one of these, even under his clothes. Scott looked up at the wall, his fingers curled under his chin.

“So," Scott began, “Jockstrap or thong?"

John nearly choked on his tongue.

“Uh neither," John replied, “There's no way I can pull that off! I'm going to look like a fool."

The Ferret looked over John's body. John gasped and covered up his hips and crotch with his paws.

“Well," Scott smirked and pulled a jungle green jockstrap off of the wall, “Judging by what you're packing this should go nicely."

He paused and looked up at the Wolverine.

“Well actually," the Ferret pointed at his face, “Does your fur down there match?"

John's jaw dropped.

“I mean," John replied, “That's kind of a personal question don't you think?"

“Oh don't be such a prude," Scott scoffed, “You aren't going to pull a hot Rabbit wearing discount brand boxers. You have all the assets you need, you're a cute guy with a nice face and a great butt. You just have to accentuate them. Trust me on this."

John sighed and looked down at the jockstrap. He was starting to get cold feet. How far was he going to have to go? Was it even worth it?

“Well," The Wolverine replied after a pause, “It is on my back, I'm a lighter shade of brown from the chest down."

“This should work just fine then," Scott replied, “Now come on, there's a taco truck down the street that closes in a half hour. You're out of your mind if you think we aren't stopping there."

John sighed as Scott took the jockstrap up to the checkout. He gave the sex store one more look, mentally wishing he had the courage to purchase more stuff. He shook his head and followed after his roommate. After all, it wasn't like he could bring a dildo home with him over the summer. Scott stood behind an older Hyena in line, whistling a little tune. He turned back to face the Wolverine and held out his paw.

“Hey let me get those handkerchiefs too," Scott began, “It's the least I can do."

John blushed and shook his head. He hated when people paid for him, even when he was flat broke. That happened more often than he cared to admit. While his life was good growing up, his family didn't have much money. Any money the Wolverine made from summer jobs or after school work went into the family's rainy day fund. There were a lot of rainy days.

“Come on, I insist," Scott replied, “You can get me back by having fun this weekend."

“Scott," John said softly, his gaze moving down to his nervously shuffling feet “Are you sure? Isn't it a lot of money?"

“Don't worry about it," Scott replied gently, “I'm dragging you into this craziness. I know I may come off kind of, well, abrasive sometimes. But I understand what it's like to be doing this for the first time. What it's like to feel like, well, like you aren't good enough for it."

The Ferret reached over and took the handkerchiefs out of John's pockets.

“Thanks," John mustered up a small smile, “Can I at least pay for tacos?"

Scott smirked and nodded.

“John," He began, “You're a Wolverine after my own heart."

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2 hours later

The small mini fridge in John and Scott's dorm room was filled to the brim with leftover Mexican food. At the Ferret's behest, they both got the Carne Asada platter, which came with rice, beans, homemade tortilla chips, and chili. It was enough food to feed a family of 8 and was, surprisingly, well within the Wolverine's budget. He'd have food for a couple of days at least. Scott reclined on his bed wearing nothing put a pair of tight pink briefs. His paws caressed his full stomach and a satisfied murr left his lips.

“John?" The Ferret called out, “Any chance you could model that jockstrap for me?"

The Wolverine was in a similar, but more clothed position. He rolled over onto his side and looked over at Scott. The Ferret had sat up now with his back against the white plastered wall. He looked over John expectantly as a tell-tale excited shiver went from his toes to the tips of his ears.

“You probably don't want to see that," John chuckled nervously, “Not after I ate all that food. I feel like such a pig."

Scott smirked.

“You look just fine to me," The Ferret began, “Don't be shy. I just want to see if I made the right color choice."

“What about the right underwear choice?" John blushed, “I still think I'm going to look silly in that skimpy little thing."

The bag from the sex store was hanging off the foot of John's bedframe. He couldn't bear to look at it. All he could see was an unflattering image of himself, parading around a non-descript room in nothing but that underwear. It didn't leave a good taste in his mouth.

“Trust me," Scott replied, “You're going to look just fine. Tastier than that carne asada we just devoured."

John sat up on his bed and kicked his feet.

“But you'll see me naked," John blushed hard, “Isn't that breaking the roommate code or something?"

Scott chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“I'm taking you to a weekend-long sex party," The Ferret grinned, “I think the roommate code has already been broken."

The Ferret gestured towards the Wolverine's wardrobe.

“If you're really that concerned about me seeing you naked," Scott continued, “Just change behind the door. I won't be able to see anything until you want me to."

John couldn't argue with that. Besides, if he really hated the way it looked, then he wouldn't even have to show his roommate. He took the bag in his hand and moved to the wardrobe. Scott moved to the other side of his bed, changing his angle to give him less of a view behind the door. In spite of the show of good faith, John still put his body as close as he could to the wardrobe without actually climbing inside. Slowly, his fingers undid his belt and undid his fly. He looked down at his plain grey boxers and blushed.

“You sure you can't see anything?" John asked, “I'm not trying to give you a peep show here."

“I can see you from the knee down," Scott replied, “Just enough to know you haven't put the damn thing on yet."

The Wolverine pulled his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. Before he pulled the jockstrap out of the bag, John looked back at the door. Thankfully, it was locked and shut. The last thing he wanted was for someone to come in and see him in the skimpy garment. He took a deep breath and pulled the green piece of fabric out of the bag. This was the point of no return.

He stepped into the garment, pulling the sleek elastic band up around his hips. The straps snapped against his hips, making the Wolverine let out a little murr. His package was supported nicely by the green and brown mesh fabric. He let out a little giggle as he turned in the mirror, his eyes widening as he saw how perfectly the straps framed his butt. For the first time in his life, John really felt sexy. He quickly peeled off his tee-shirt, another giggle leaving his lips as he saw how well it matched the lighter patch of brown fur that ran down his chest to his crotch and inner thigh.

“That seems like a good sign," Scott smirked as the shirt flew over the door to the wardrobe and onto the foot of his bed, “Can I see now?"

John closed the door and stepped out into the middle of the room. Scott's jaw dropped, making the Wolverine blush and giggle again. He ran forward and jumped onto the Ferret's bed, his arms wrapping around the other male and pulling him into a tight embrace.

“Oh thank you thank you thank you," The Wolverine practically whined into the Ferret's ear, “I can't believe how good it looks!"

“You're so welcome cutie," Scott chuckled and hugged John back, “If you keep that confidence up, you'll be able to play around with whoever you want."

John broke the hug and went back to the wardrobe. He emerged a short while later with both handkerchiefs in his paws.

“So how do these work?" He asked, “Do I just tuck them in the bands?"

Scott's eyebrow raised.

“My god I've created a monster," He laughed, “I mean, yes, but that's for Saturday, you know when the actual sex party happens."

He paused.

“It would be a good idea to wear those hankies on Friday though, just to give people an idea of what you're looking for," Scott continued, “But you can just tuck them into the pockets in your jeans."

John turned and looked back at the wardrobe. His jeans, he mentally swore. Most of the clothes he had brought with him were ill-fitting hand-me-downs and thrift store specials. How was he going to turn the right heads at this party with ragged, holy jeans?

“I'm going to have to go out shopping again," John sighed, “I don't think I have anything nice enough to wear."

Scott chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“Please," He began, “You're a college student, and it's not like this is some fancy party. Just bring a tightish, clean tee-shirt and the best fitting pair of jeans you have and you'll do just fine."

“What are you going to wear?" John asked, “Are you going in something similar?"

Scott nodded.

“I've got a leather harness I like," The Ferret began, “It's revealing in all the right places. I wouldn't go so far as to call it classy, but it's definitely my aesthetic."

“Maybe you should model for me," John said with a smirk, “It's only fair right?"

Scott shook his head and chuckled.

“Oh don't worry," He replied, “You're going to see it and a whole lot more this weekend."

John turned his attention back to the door and looked over his body again. For the first time since he had heard about the party, he was excited.