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Jake gave an equine snort as he stared down at his algebra textbook. The hoss had managed to get himself into college with his outstanding performance in football as many large anthros did, but as the stereotype he was, he wasn't all too bright. He had been coerced into going to the library to study by his coach, who was beginning to threaten withdrawal of his scholarship if he didn't bring his grades up. The brown stallion had finally found a situation where he couldn't charm or intimidate his way to victory.

All throughout highschool the stud managed to cheat, lie, and bully to get work done, and on a couple of occasions seduced a female teacher into giving him an at least passing grade. But outside the halls of Willowick High, Jake was finding himself faced with a much more adult world than he was ready to face. Along with that, he had some rather crummy luck -- his classes, and even the section of the dorm he was set up in, were virtually all filled to jocks like himself in similar situations, and due to all of their pride, they wouldn't dare ask for help from one another, or risk seeing a tutor and having their reputation as an alpha besmirched.

For the second time that day, Jake gave a loud, frustrated whinny, and was immediately reprimanded by the opossum librarian. The old hag hissed at the stallion, unphased by their size difference, and whispered somewhat loudly that another outburst like that would get the hoss thrown out and suspended, which would piss off the coach quite severely. The dull horse nearly avoided slamming his fists on the table, and instead closed his large textbook rather heavily before he got up from his seat and decided to walk around the library a little, see if the break and the increased blood flow would set his focus straight.

The kind of blood flow increase he got wasn't the kind he expected -- a few minutes into his unguided wandering, he found himself in one of the back corners of the library, where the oldest, dustiest books were, with two queer deer who struggled to keep their shenanigans inconspicuous.

He recognized the larger of the pair, a real stag, as David. He wasn't officially on the football team, as the antlers didn't really work with helmets, and the only option was to remove the big male's rack, which was certainly not an option. He had gotten in legitimately, with actual intellectual effort and success, and only exercised with the team since it, for the most part, lined up with his schedule. Jake hadn't thought much of the cervine, who stayed off to the side when everyone was exercising, and who opted to shower back at his dorm instead of with the rest of the guys. That, the stallion realized with growing anger, was because he was a *faggot!*

The other queer was unknown to Jake but was much more akin to the guys he had bullied and forced to do his homework in his secondary scholastic career. He was very nearly girly in his frame, with just the very slightest hint of a curve in his hips and butt, but was otherwise very flat and twig-like. Similarly, his antlers weren't nearly as impressive as the bigger male's, they were basically half the size, just like the boy was to the likely older male.

And they were fucking *kissing* and touching each other's -- It suddenly struck Jake that both of the males had their pants around their hooves, and they both had one hand on the other's shoulder and one wrapped around the other's dick. Of course, David's junk dwarfed the other cervine's hand, and the athlete's hand dwarfed the nerd's junk. They didn't notice the hoss's appearance, or at least they didn't seem to care about it.

Or maybe it was the breath that Jake had been holding, having been shocked into stopping even that basic function. He suddenly gasped, and sneered at the couple as they suddenly looked over to the jock with wide, frightened eyes. Their lips barely separated, and their hands never left each other's crotches. It was a tense, awful moment.

"**What th--**" he started to bellow but was cut off when both deer started to frantically shush him.

"*You'll get us all in trouble!*" the bigger stag hissed, his eyebrows furrowed as if angry but his frown more worried than anything.

"Please be quiet," the smaller deer whimpered in a whisper, with his face betraying his true terror of someone else finding out about the illicit hidden affair.

"*What the fuck,*" Jake hissed instead with an angry scowl. "What the fuck is this gay shit?"

"The bitch loves sucking," David said with a shrug. "The kiss was... An experimental thing."

"Haven't you ever experimented with any of your jock buddies?" the little sub piped up but was shut down with a withering stare from Jake.

"Fuck no," he spat after holding the stare for a moment. "Shit's just -- it's wrong!" Jake had started to raise his voice again, and the only reason they weren't found out already was because they were in such a secluded area of the library. He was quieted down again by panicked shushing by the two deer.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you, '*don't knock it till you try it*'?" David asked with a disappointed frown. The other deer just gave a quiet, shy nod.

"Yeah, except for shit that I knew was wrong," he retorted with another equine snort.

"Give us a chance to show you sex with guys can be just as good as sex with girls," David shot back. "I promise you'll be satisfied, or your money back," he joked. The small deer gave a little giggle but was forced to be quiet again with another mean look from Jake.

It took him a few minutes of deliberation. The horse had been suspended for a week for beating up a faggot in his sophomore year, but he was more like the small guy and not the actual stag. A fight with the big deer might actually end up poorly for the jock, and ultimately the jock decided it wasn't worth it. "Fine," the hoss finally forced out after a long pause. "But if I go soft even a little, both of you faggots are going to do all of my shitty algebra homework. The little faggot can try to get me hard and off, but only with his hands and his mouth."

"Fine, whatever," David said with a shrug as he leaned back in his chair. "You don't know what you're missing. Billy's got an unbelievable ass." He gave a chuckle and then motioned at Billy to start working on the hoss.

The small deer nodded and turned back to the stallion. Jake was about even in height with the deer when measured at the head, with the equine being maybe two or three inches taller. This put the deerboy at just the right height to only have to bend over a little to have his face level with the stallion's crotch. He licked his lips for his own benefit as he began to undo the horse's pants; Billy had never been with a horse before, and through the standard stereotype of "hung like a horse" and stories he'd heard firsthand from reliable sources, he had high expectations.

The leathery folds of the jock's "sheath" were incredibly musky, Billy found as he opened and pulled the jeans down slightly. But the size of the hiding place of the equine member, as well as the sac that hung loosely below it, meant that Billy's expectations were well on their way to being met.

As he closed his eyes, he leaned forward and began to gently suckle on the bottom of the stallion's pouch, which brought forth from Jake a little nicker. Next came nuzzle and licks to the center of that opening, which brought a much stronger nicker. Billy grinned to himself and kept that up until slowly but surely, Jake dropped from his pouch, the full length and girth on display, but still soft and spongy. This, and David's gasp, made him open his eyes.

The deer's eyes bug out as he gasped too. "Holy shit!" Billy whispered in wonder. The big stallion definitely lived up to his stereotype, with a nearly two-foot-long tube of flesh as thick as the small cervine's wrist swinging between his legs. David was long, and he was decently thick at the base, but he had nothing on Jake, a fact which most stallions, Jake included, loved to flaunt, Now, he just sat silently and tried to look anywhere except for at David or Billy.

In awe, the deer reached up and began to slowly and loosely stroke the malleable flesh. As his fingers slid over Jake's cock, the stallion's member began to fill with blood, and slowly it went from pointing at the ground to pointing at the little queer.

Billy licked his lips again, this time to actually prepare for fellatio. He closed his eyes again as he opened his maw wide and took a half-step forward to start to take that prodigious member into his narrow snout. He grimaced a little from how he had to stretch his mouth, and as it turned out, he could only take maybe the first half foot of the stallion's prick into his mouth, even with all of his experience. The sheer girth of it just wouldn't work, at least not at this angle, and not without cooperation from Jake.

So Billy decided that he'd have to make do with just that length. After all, good head was about more than just the depth. His left hand teased the exposed fur on the hoss's hip, and his right kept a loose grip as it stroked with a twisting motion along the un-sucked portion of Jake's cock. His head matched the motion, but in the opposite direction, in an opposing cadence.

Even with all of his deeply rooted homophobia, Jake couldn't deny that Billy was sucking his cock just as well as any girl had. Hell, since most of the head he got was when he was younger, and from decidedly much smaller women, it could be argued that this was the best head he'd ever gotten. But he had to put on a vigilant display for his reputation, and the only reaction that Billy got was the gentle throb of his member, and the occasional shift of his hooves to get a little more comfortable standing with a faggot between his legs.

But most importantly, he didn't go soft. This was something David noticed from afar with much amusement and arousal, the deer slowly fluffing himself with his right hand as he waited for Billy to finish off Jake.

It would seem like it wouldn't take much longer, despite all of the stallion's supposed heterosexual bravado. The much more frequent shifting, the unconscious flicks of Jake's tail, the subtle twitches in his face as he closed his eyes. It probably didn't help the stud's case that he was trying to imagine it was a girl sucking him off, it was actually turning him on and making it so he wouldn't go soft -- the exact opposite goal the stallion had. Again, he wasn't so bright.

David glanced at his right wrist and noted it had only been about eight minutes when Jake suddenly grunted and tensed, his tail flagged, eyes furrowed closed, teeth bared in a scowl. With a few gentle thrusts that took Billy by surprise and gagged the poor cervine, the stud finally succumbed to the pleasure and began to loose his large-volume load into the queer's mouth. The first shot pretty much overwhelmed poor Billy, and immediately he pulled himself away and started to cough up the jizz, right into the carpeting. He stumbled away from the hazard zone, but he wasn't fast enough to keep the second rope from landing across the side of his shirt.

Jake was left shuddering by himself as he pumped out the rest of his cum, power and distance making an awful mess that would show stains even through the ugly, colorful pattern designed to hide stains. His orgasm lasted just as long as it would if a mare would've been sucking him off, it was just as powerful, and he shot just as much.

And most importantly, he didn't go soft, much to his chagrin. And much to the amusement of David, who didn't fail to make mocking, derogatory remarks about that fact. Once his flow had tapered off, before he even began to withdraw back into his pouch, the flustered jock stuffed himself back into his pants and stormed off.

Now he had another reason to hate the library. And himself.