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Alan was huge. 6'4" tall, 280 pounds when it was recorded, but that was a while ago. The man's arms were canons and his legs could hold up buildings. To say he was built like a tank felt like an understatement. His chest was almost as big, almost as heavy as a refrigerator, and he could pack away food like it was one. He was a linebacker and was apparently pretty good. He was 22, didn't seem to be apart of any frats, and was on his third year of college. Either he took a year off or was held back, it's unclear. He's single too, maybe not for long...

Nat shook himself at that, scolding himself for getting his hopes up before continuing. His profile had pics of him at various bars with his friends, and a number had girls hanging off him kissing his cheek as he posed, but none were tagged nor were any of the girls reoccurring. He's listed as single, but Nat can't see any actual posts without adding him as a friend which he would NOT be doing. Cyber stalking your soon to be roommate is one thing, letting him know that is another. He sighed and closed his laptop, hoping for the best but trying not to get his expectations too high. Last time he did he ended up muddy, bloody, and bruised. That was sobering enough to kill his mounting excitement.

* * * * *

The air was already starting to get nippy, but Nat was well equipped to handle it. It was September in Montana, and after living here his whole life he was used to it, and his thick jacket and hand knitted scarf certainly helped. The soft aged yarn was comforting to him, his nana had made it for him 2 years ago before she died and he was very careful with it. A lot of his life wasn't exactly great, but he could always go to her and be comforted. She encouraged him, taught him to knit, she was even the first person he came out to. He took her death hard, nearly didn't finish high school and waited to go to college to recover, but she made it very clear that he wasn't allowed to put his life on hold because of her or she would come back and haunt him. She was strong, outgoing, and stubborn to a fault. She was the opposite of what a possum is usually stereotyped, where as he played into the roll too well at times. Freezing up, avoiding conflict, and hiding had not earned him much favor socially.

He clenched a paw into the squishy ball on the end, she had added that just too feed his little habit, and went inside. He was early, but the campus had already started bustling. Luckily there weren't many people out quite just yet, but he was a morning person and wanted to beat the rush of freshmen like himself arriving. The double doors opened into a short breezeway, then into the lobby proper. There was an elevator straight back, stairs to the left, and a hallway leading to various amenities to the right. The floor was linoleum, a nice cream that went with the tan and brown walls. To the left was a few couches and chairs, and there were various plants dotted around to give some splashes of color. Simple, but cozy. He started up the stairs, figuring he could use the exercise. He had gained some weight in the past years and went from "husky" to "plump" and that did not help with his self image. He wasn't exactly athletic, and was breathing heavier by the time he got to the fourth floor. Those stairs were steep as hell, no wonder they had an elevator. He wondered how many drunk dudes managed to hurt themselves a year trying to go up and down it as he scanned for his room. His was room 4O, and the hallway only went to 4J.

"You look lost, trying to find your new room?" A voice startled him.

Turning around there was a brown hare only wearing a pair of athletic shorts. His chocolate fur lightened to a white across his toned chest and abs. He leaned against an open doorway with his arms crossed, showing his defined biceps.

"Uh, y-yeah," Nat croaked, before clearing his throat. "I'm looking for room 4O."

"Ah, no wonder you're lost newbie," the lithe man said with a good natured chuckle. "4O is in the other hall. Here, I'll show you around."

He closed his door and started back down the hall. He walked with confidence, and despite only wearing shorts seemed unbothered in the slightest. And with a body like that, no wonder. Nat was envious of him, with his handsome face framed by his long ears he looked like he could step off a magazine cover.

"Name's Evan, by the way. Figure I should introduce myself so I can call you something other than fresh meat."

"Nat, call me Nat. Thank you for showing me where to go," he said nervously.

"No problem man, I remember my first year too," Evan chuckled. "I was lost as hell, and the halls were packed. Took me 20 minutes just to find my room, you were at least smart enough to come early."

Nat blushed and stuttered out a thanks as they descended the last of the stairwell. The building was heated and Evan was nice and welcoming, so he tied his jacket around his waist for comfort. He kept his scarf.

"Alright, this is the lobby, but I'm sure you figured that part out. Over there-" he pointed to the various colored couches "- is the chill area. If someone's sleeping there and you fuck with them, you're a dick and payback will come. Unless they're passed out with a bottle, no drinking in the lounge. If you do and pass out, you're fair game to getting dicks drawn on your face."

Evan's warmth was infectious and Nat found himself giggling along with him. They moved passed the elevator and into the hallway on the right.

"This is where the RA's live. That's why there's no drinking in the lobby, trust me you wanna keep it down on the first floor." His voice had noticeably dropped since walking into the hallway. "Roger and Chad are chill, if you need help talk to them anytime. Roger is a bro, really helped me out my first year when my friend Greg got way too drunk and... anyway he'll give you shit after but is super cool."

They passed by a third door, with no nameplates or decorations that the other ones had. At the end of the hall it turned left with large openings along the far end, and another stairwell to their right.

"This is the showers. Every floor has bathrooms at the end of the hall thank fuck, but 4th floor only has one per hall. If you hog the toilet and make guys line up outside just to take a piss, you're in for it. If you need to shit your brains out you better hope you can make it down here, these bathrooms have 3 stalls each."

Evan had opened the swinging door to the closest while explaining that, now leading into the wide opening down the hall. After a privacy wall there were a few mirrors and sinks on the left, and 9 total stalls. Each one had a curtain leading into a small shower cubical. The walls were about half a foot off the ground and were about 6 feet tall, effectively blocking off sight.

"Like I said, this is the showers. Use 'em anytime, but there are a few rules. No stealing clothes or towels or shit like that, we're not fuckin' middle schoolers and if some fuckin' clown takes my clothes thinkin' he's funny after I partied all night I'm gonna beat his ass with my balls in his face, and nobody else is gonna help him," Evan bristled a bit but calmed down almost immediately. "you don't seem the type though. If anyone takes your shit let me or Roger know, we'll pull out our balls and do it for ya."

Nat blushed again and nervously giggled as Evan winked at him. He didn't doubt the truth of those words, and the idea of Evan walking out dripping, his balls dangling open as he walked with his confident swagger out of the showers had him chubbing up a bit in his jeans.

"Oh and-" Evan crouched down a bit, his hands on Nat's shoulders looking him dead in the eye," No. Jerking. Off. In. The. Showers."

The sternness of his gaze and words left Nat speechless as he stared into the hunk's beautiful grey eyes for a few silent seconds. The feeling of strong hands on his shoulders broke along with the moment as Evan started laughing hard, bending and holding his stomach. It took him a good 10 seconds before he could even speak again.

"Oh man, sorry but your fuckin' face dude," he said, calming down and catching his breath, "your fuckin' face at that. I swear you looked like I just fuckin' told you I killed a guy. Oh man." He straightened back up. "But seriously no jerking off. It gets in the pipes and clogs em. The drains had to be cleaned out last year and a big ball of cum had to be piped out like a backed up toilet, the grossest thing I've ever seen. The dean emailed it to everyone and said the next time this happens he'd make us clean it out ourselves."

They both shuddered at that. Nat really wasn't worried, he didn't think he could manage to get off in such a public space anyway. Evan led him back out and into the hall.

"And at that end is the back door, but that's locked at night. As for you, you're one of the lucky souls who doesn't get an elevator," Evan said sarcastically, pointing at the stairwell. "Your room'll be at the top there. Hope you didn't pack heavy."

"Just a few boxes, thanks again Evan, you've been a really big help."

"No problem little dude, I had time to kill before work anyway," he said, ruffling Nat's hair and walking off. "See ya around!"

Nat just stood there for a few seconds before looking down. He was pretty sure Evan wouldn't have noticed how hard he was, he was just glad he wore jeans today. After willing it to go down, and being unsuccessful, Nat hoped to push the blood elsewhere as he ascended the stairs. The doors to the other floors were closed and probably locked, but the one on the fourth floor was open. There were only 5 doors here, and his was at the very end. There was a window overlooking the campus, and he was able to see a few students moving in and out of the other dorm building a good distance away. He fished out his key and looked in.

The room was surprisingly spacious, with there being a twin bed on each side, two small tables in between beneath a curtained window, and a closet to the right. The door was wide enough and was just behind the right hand bed, so it could be split evenly by two residents. It took him a few trips to get his things from his junker car. It was reliable, got him from point a to point b, and had a cassette player so he could use one of those cassette to aux cord converters for music. Not exactly brag worthy, and neither were his possessions. A trash bag worth of clothes, a box of things important to him, and another box of stuff he'd need like soap and whatnot. It only took 2 trips, he wasn't sure he could handle doing it in 1 and didn't want to risk what little he had.

He only unpacked his laptop to plug in and kill some time, he wanted to let Alan choose what side they had. He figured it'd help make a good first impression, and he wanted as good a relationship with his room mate as he could get. Well, the least bad relationship. He had arrived around 8, and it was 1:30 and Alan still hadn't arrived. Looking out the window the new student rush seemed to be dying down. Nobody seemed to be moving around his hall though, and getting up to go pee showed no activity. All the doors stayed shut with his open. Finally he heard movement coming down the hallway and looked up to see the doorway blocked by a massive frame. Wearing a tanktop that rode up his belly a bit and loose shorts that did nothing to hide his massive legs, Alan seemed to not notice him as he dropped some trash bags in and yawned. His face was square, with a strong nose and brow line giving him an intimidating but handsome appearance. Nat noted his jawline seemed extra scruffy, like he hadn't had the change to trim, and when his eyes opened he could see they were a bit bleary. Despite that they were a brilliant amber color and Nat couldn't seem to move his gaze as he stared into those eyes that looked like a golden sun. He realized Alan had noticed him and tried to make it less obvious he was checking out the black furred beast.

"I-I wasn't sure which side you wanted, and I don't mind either," he said, loosely gesturing between the two.

Alan just grunted and threw the bags onto the bed next to the closet, before walking out. He seemed half asleep, probably just woke up, so Nat shrugged it off and went about unpacking finally. There were wall shelves above each bed, and he put some of his books there. Some where college textbooks, some where personal ones he decided to keep. He had already gotten out his little succulent plant, and moved that over to his desk along with his laptop. Alan soon arrived back carrying 3 boxes like it was nothing. Any thoughts of them being light vanished as they thudded to the floor, presumably filled with rocks. As Nat put up a small lamp shaped like a diamond and a simple alarm clock, Alan showed that the bottom box didn't rocks, but in fact weights. Nat put up a plush possum he had knitted with his grandma nearly a decade ago and Alan put up a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels. Nat started to get nervous, the more Alan pulled out the more he seemed like a typical jock frat bro which did not bode well for them getting along.

"Which side?" Alan grunted, shaking him out of his thoughts. Alan was standing in front of the closet with his bag looking almost impatiently at him.

"U-uh, either is fine, I don't mind," He squeaked out, not wanting to keep the clearly hungover bull waiting. There were little box shelves on each side of the closet and Alan started throwing clothes in the left one, filling up the space and moving to the shelf that ran along the top. Before he finished both bags he started throwing stuff on the floor, turns out he had quite a lot of clothes stuffed into those two huge bags. Nat just checked his phone while waiting, trying not to seem awkward. Alan finished and plopped down onto his bed, spreading his legs and leaning his head back with his eyes closed. His horns threatened the paint job but he didn't seem to care about anything other than resting his eyes. With his legs spread wide in the loose shorts, Nat found his eyes resting on a poorly contained package. He had made such an effort not to look at the bull's crotch he didn't realize that Alan was going commando. Nat was now reasonably sure of a number of things. One: Alan had huge nuts. The things were practically lemon sized. Two: Alan had a pretty big dick. Even if he's a shower there's plenty to show, certainly above average. Three: Alan was cut.

Before he opened his eyes Nat moved to get his clothes into the closet. The last thing he needed was to piss of the jock by checking him out. He put his already folded clothes onto the shelves and was a bit saddened to realize that after organizing each shelf into a type of clothes he barely filled it. He noticed Alan had thrown clothes onto the floor, and made sure that his pile onto the shelf didn't cross the half way line. It made him smile.

"Hey uh," Nat paused as the huge bull opened an eye. "I don't need the top shelf, if you wanna use the whole thing for clothes go ahead."

"Oh, thanks dude," He replied, perking up a little at that. Nat tried to smile back warmly, hopefully his nervousness wasn't as obvious as he felt it was. Alan had seemed genuinely thankful and he was started to feel better about this arrangement. He went back to his computer, pulling it onto his lap as he lounged on the bed. He picked a turn based strategy game as he muted his audio, something he could sit back and play quietly without disturbing his sleeping room mate. After an hour or so Alan shook awake with a bit of a start and rubbed his eyes, before yawning loudly.

"Fuck, how long was I out?"

"It's 3:12, so a little less than an hour."

"Thank god, I gotta be at work by 4," Alan said as he started stripping in front of him. He took off his shirt to reveal his huge pecs, covered in a layer of fat that softened them a bit but made their pure mass that much bigger. The dark nipples were easily seen against his pitch black fur, the size of quarters. His belly surely had strength behind it, but had an overhang and Nat could see it jiggle as he moved. As he dug through his clothes in the closet he bent over and gave Nat a clear view of his ass. Large globes that had Nat almost salivating.

"You said I could use the rest of the top shelf, right?" Alan asked. Nat was barely able to soften his gaze and snap his eyes up before the bull turned and caught him.

"Yeah, go ahead man, I don't mind." He said, proud of how steady his voice was in spite of the situation. He gulped when Alan took his clothes and threw them up onto the top shelf, before pulling out a jock and dropping his shorts. Nat wasn't certain the peek of hole he saw when Alan bent down to lift up the jock was real, but the clear flash of his low hangers and girthy tube was certainly real. His eyes burned the flaccid cock into his memory as it was quickly pushed into the white jockstrap that did little to hide it. Pulling on black pants after, Alan turned to grab his phone from his desk as Nat managed to focus his eyes back onto the computer screen and play innocent.

"Oh shit," Alan said, turning from the now open door towards him, "I just realized I never introduced myself. I'm Alan."

"Uh everyone calls me Nat," He said, reaching out to take the large hand extended towards him. The mitt dwarfed his own, and he felt himself blush at the bull's smile.

"Sorry bout that man, was hungover as fuck. Anyway, I'll catch you round."

He shut the door as Nat sat in silence, his rock hard cock pressed firmly into his laptop.