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Ian shook himself all over as he stepped back into the locker room, wiping the sweat out of his eyes. He sighed deeply as he made his way towards the locker where he'd put his stuff. He twiddled the dial as he felt the tingling soreness in his muscles from a good workout. The gray wolf pressed his head against the cool metal for a second. He loved soccer, but on warm days like this the exertion took a lot out of him.

Ian had been at Orion University for two weeks now, and had finally started to find a routine and settle in. Classes in the morning, homework in the breaks and afternoon, sports or workouts in the evening, with enough time for a shower and some leisure before bed. And then in bed... well, Ian didn't want to think about that right now in the locker room. Unfortunately, a reminder arrived in the form of his roommate.

Max stepped up to the locker next to his, the Bengal tiger's tail lashing side to side. Max was everything Ian could have asked for in a roommate - they shared the same interests, like soccer, and they had gotten along instantly, cracking jokes and enjoying their time together right away. Max woke up when he did, shared a similar schedule despite their different classes, and they were both into the same kind of prey. Problem was, Max really was everything Ian could have asked for in a man too - and that meant he was tall and muscular, with toned legs and a handsome face.

Right now that face was screwed up in annoyance. "Did you see that lion going after me all game? Kicking my ankles nowhere near the ball, shoulder checks, hammering it into me when I was in the wall. What was his problem?" Max yanked his locker open, a scowl on his face as he started taking out things for the shower. Ian sympathized a bit with his roommate.

"Yeah, he had no call to go at you like that. You should have tripped him, or hit him back harder."

Max snorted. "Tried my best. Damn cat was quick on his feet, I'll give him that. I did nail him in the face with that one shot." Max sighed and started to strip his sweaty shirt off. "I'll get him next time. When's the next game, we don't have one tomorrow right?" Ian glanced over as the tiger revealed his chest. Even in just two weeks he'd seen Max's chest dozens of times already in their room or after these pickup games, but it still drew his eyes. He'd teased Max the first day they moved in and noticed the cat looking slightly uncomfortable, but ever since then the tiger had shown little shame in stripping around his roommate. Or doing other things. Ian's cheeks warmed as he tried to remember Max's question.

"Uh yeah, no games on Sunday until the league proper starts. So Monday night I think." Ian took his own shirt off and stuffed it into the bag he'd pulled from the locker. Max was already down to his underwear. As Ian got his shorts off, Max unceremoniously stripped his briefs off and threw a towel over his shoulder.

"Come on wolf-boy, I want the water while it's hot." Ian took a deep breath and slid his own sweaty boxer-briefs down, grabbing his towel and gesturing to the tiger to lead the way. It's not that he was shy, Ian thought. His parents had never made a big deal about nudity and he didn't see why it would be a problem normally. But when naked, it was very hard to hide when Ian got excited, and as he watched the firm tiger ass leading the way through the locker room, he felt the telltale warning signs below. Quickly he jerked his head back up.

There were a few other male furs around in various states of undress. Some of the soccer players went back to their dorms to shower, but Ian and Max had figured on the first day of playing that one communal shower was the same as another, so why walk back sweaty? Ian had practice not ogling every dick in sight, but it wasn't easy. He tried to turn his mind away. He was caught up on homework for the weekend, so after the shower he could play some games with Max. Ian's mind immediately leaped from video games and started imagining a few other kinds of games he could play with the sexy tiger. The wolf felt his sheath swell a little and focused his thoughts totally on the integrals they'd covered in Calc 2 yesterday, calling on math to save him from his horny thoughts.

Finally the two of them entered the showers proper. Max led the way to a pair standing open next to each other and hung his towel before turning on the water. Ian followed suit and relaxed under the warm spray, feeling heat soak into the tired muscles. He turned his back to the water and tilted his head up. As he leaned forward out of the spray again he looked over at Max. The tiger was facing towards the shower, his eyes closed under the water. Ian took advantage and ran his eyes over the bengal's muscular frame, but in particular he looked at his crotch. The tiger had an impressive sheath down there, with two fuzzy balls hanging beneath it. Max generally had either pure white or pure black fur, but the fur around his tigerhood was in between, a light gray. Ian looked ahead, trying not to stare.

Ian had yet to fully see his roommate's cock. The two of them were fairly open about nudity already, as evidenced by their showering together, but given that their two species had sheaths it wasn't easy to get a full glimpse. The closest either of them had come was the teasing morning wood they would sport. As a result, Ian knew at least Max's cocktip was black, just like his stripes. A sharp contrast to his own red rocket, and rather startling against the tiger's white fur.

Except that every night, Ian knew without a doubt that Max's dick was fully out of his sheath, even if he hadn't seen it. Ian knew this because his roommate's bed was lofted over his, and before they fell asleep the tiger would jerk off, rocking both of their beds and making growling sounds. Ian had joined in the very first time, both of them pawing off and making small noises, totally unable to see each other and without ever saying a word about it. When they finished, they both just went to sleep and made no comment in the morning. It was just something guys did, right?

Ian remembered teasing Max about not jerking off too loudly the day of move-in. Evidently the tiger had seen it as a challenge. These nightly masturbation sessions were the greatest source of Ian's frustration with Max. Not because he minded, despite the teasing the first day. No, the problem was that Ian hadn't yet been able to work up the courage to tell his roommate that Max didn't need to jerk off, if he would just ask the wolf for help. It drove Ian to distraction knowing that every night, the tiger's load went into a tissue or something instead of on - or into - the wolf. And the gray wolf had to use his own paw instead of the tiger's sexy muzzle, or ass or -

"Good dream?" Ian started, snapping his eyes open. He looked over at Max, who had spoken to him, and was now looking at him with a raised eyebrow under the shower. Ian felt confused, until Max's tail curled around and pointed straight at the wolf's crotch. Ian looked down to see the tip of his cock filling out the entrance to his sheath. The gray wolf blushed.

"Uh yeah, something like that." He dared a glance at Max's crotch, since the tiger had clearly looked at his. To his surprise, he saw the bengal's gray sheath was tight and full, although not quite to the same point as Ian's. He looked back up at Max's face and smirked a little. "Seems like you're having one too."

"Yeah, something like that." Max winked at the wolf. Ian felt his heartbeat in his throat at that wink, from a sexy specimen with a full sheath naked in front of him.

"Listen, Max, I wanted to tell you -" The wolf felt a weight on his shoulder interrupt him as he started to speak to the tiger. He spun around to see a large moose, easily a head taller than him, slip past using his hoof on Ian's shoulder.

"'Scuse me, just going to the last shower there." The moose stepped by. With detached curiosity, the wolf noticed the enormous heavy balls of the male as he started up the water, whistling.

"What were you saying Ian?" Max prompted him. The wolf looked at him and sighed a bit.

"I was saying we should get going. I'll be wrinkled like a seal if I spend any more time here." Max studied his face, a neutral expression on the tiger's muzzle.

"Well, we wouldn't want that. And I know your fur takes longer than mine to dry. I hope it's actually good for something in the winter, cause it seems like a pain for you in the summer."

The two of them got out of the shower and dried off, chatting with a few of the other soccer players they'd met before heading back to the dorm.

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Ian brushed past Max as he headed into the bathroom their whole floor shared. This facility had one side filled with toilets and urinals, the other with shower cubes. The curtains on the individual shower booths had been ripped away on the second night by someone on the floor, causing some complaints, but the replacements had been torn down again immediately so they'd been told no new ones until they figured out who was ripping them off. Ian didn't really care either way who saw him naked. Except Max.

Shaking his head he used the toilet, then went over to a sink to brush his teeth in preparation for bed. He worked over his teeth, swished some mouthwash around, flossed. The wolf headed back to their room. It was time for both his favorite and least favorite time of day. As Ian entered the room, Max was climbing into his lofted bed, naked as the day he was born. The wolf sighed inside even as he felt the stirrings of arousal. Another night of being teased with no relief but himself.

Max laid down on top of his sheets and got on his phone with headphones in while Ian made his final preparations before the wolf stripped himself. As he turned off the light switch by the door and walked to his bed, Ian swore he saw gleaming feline eyes turned his way before they flicked back to their phone. The wolf climbed in bed, also eschewing the sheets due to the heat, and laid down with a sigh, stretching out and grabbing his own phone. He browsed idly before he flicked to his porn bookmarks. Above him, Ian heard a slight squeaking of springs, followed by faintly rhythmic breathing. Faint sounds drifted down, muffled moans from the headphones of his roommate.

The gray wolf reached a paw down toward his crotch at the noise, now familiar to him. He felt around his sheath, rolling his balls in his paw, before stretching and sliding his sheath back to let his wolfhood slip out. Without any prying eyes to worry about now Ian let his lust take him, and he was hard in seconds, feeling his knot squeezed by the sheath. Ian slowly teased it out as he flicked through a few videos. 'Wolf railed by sexy Tiger', 'Predators Wrestle for Top', 'King of the Jungle dominated'. Ian looked at every video he'd been using the past two weeks and saw each had a tiger in some form. He groaned, not in pleasure but frustration.

How was he supposed to live like this for a year? He had to do something about it. He could talk to Max. He swore the tiger was flirting with him sometimes. But what if he was reading too much into it? Or things went south? Ian liked Max as a friend too, and they were roommates no matter what happened. Maybe if he stopped jerking off at the same time as the tiger... no he'd never manage that. He could barely keep his paws away right now. And he wasn't quitting soccer, so he'd continue to see the sexy Bengal naked, and tomorrow he'd probably see his morning wood, and the damn cat would lounge around the whole day in just his underwear... Ian gritted his teeth and clicked his phone off, tossing it to the side. He rubbed his eyes with his paws, frustrated and confused.

A loud thump right next to him made him sit up quickly. His eyes hadn't adjusted from the phone screen yet and the room was pitch black. Next to him in the open floor of the room was a faint white blur, roughly tiger shaped and standing. Thinking his roommate had fallen off the bed, Ian whispered sharply "Max?! Are you ok?"

The wolf heard a growl. "No Ian. I'm not ok."

Ian blinked a few times, trying to restore his night vision, but he still couldn't make anything out beyond the shape and presence of his roommate. "Did you fall? What did you hurt?"

Max snorted. "I didn't hurt anything, wolf. I jumped off on my own. I'm not ok because I'm tired of lying above you hearing you paw off every night!" Ian froze. He became aware of his own erection, which had softened considerably while Ian focused on the fear Max had been hurt. At the mention of masturbation though, it started to stiffen again.

"I guess I could stop, but you're not exactly quiet yourself-"

"I don't want you to stop! I want you to do it with me. Fuck that, I want to have sex with you, Ian. I've seen you giving me looks, eyeing me up. And today in the showers, I thought about saying something but I was never totally sure... but just now, hearing you pawing off, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to say something."

Ian gulped. Maybe in dreams this would have happened, and he'd had his suspicions about Max, but hearing his own thoughts come from the tiger... "Are you sure Max?" Ian didn't want to ruin anything.

"Reach over here and see if it feels like I'm kidding?" There was a note of pleading in the tiger's voice. Ian's breath caught. He could see better now, but the tiger's black and white stripes broke up his figure. Ian couldn't make out detail. He reached out his left paw slowly towards the blur. A foot from the edge of the bed he encountered something toned, furry, and warm. The wolf heard Max's breath catch. Ian waited for him to tell him to stop, but the bengal said nothing, breathing shallowly in the darkness. Ian pressed harder, splaying his paw out over the inner thigh of his roommate, rubbing in a small circle. Despite their close living conditions, Ian had never touched Max beyond a handshake or a brief touch of shoulders passing by.

Ian let his breath out slowly, reveling in the feel of the velvety fur. He was pretty sure he had Max's left thigh. Now he started to slide his arm up. In the darkness, totally focused on the sensation of touch from his paw, Ian could actually feel a growing warmth above his paw. He felt something soft and pliable, and he moved off Max's leg to start fondling the tiger's balls. Full, fuzzy, and warm. Ian sat up all the way in bed and swung his legs over the side, still massaging his roommate's sack. He brought his other paw over and reached around Max's leg, sliding across his hip and then across his ass. Above him, Ian heard a soft groan.

Taking that as permission to continue, Ian finally slid the rest of the way up to the source of the fiery warmth directly in front. To his eyes, the bengal's cock was a dark spot against a faintly white background, unable to see clearly. Ian kept his paw at the base, and wrapped his paw full around, just above the feline's sheath. His claws just barely touched. Ian was relatively inexperienced, but he knew this was a thick cock. As for the length, the wolf slowly slid his wrapped paw towards himself, one long stroke all the way to the tip. The canine felt the soft barbs along every inch, tickling his pads, before he got to the end.

A little bit of wetness dampened his clawtip. Fully committing, Ian leaned forward, judging by the position of his paw, and flicked out his tongue to lick the tiger's precum. Max shuddered, a low growl rumbling out. The tiger reached out and found Ian's shoulders, then shoved lightly, turning Ian so he laid back down on the bed. The wolf relinquished his new toy reluctantly, but a moment later he felt a weight above him as Max climbed onto his bed and straddled him.

"God I can't wait to taste your cock too" The tiger whispered. Ian growled a little himself.

"Flip around and we can both be happy." Ian couldn't see it, but he swore he felt Max's grin.

"That's why you're the engineer, I guess." He swung a leg over Ian's head, shuffling in the narrow bed to turn around. "Fitting all the pieces together

"Well you're the physical trainer. Aren't you supposed to know all about how the body can stretch?" The wolf teased, both of them continuing to speak in a low voice. The walls were thin.

"Oh I'll stretch you out one of these days, stud. Now I know you're hungry for tiger cock? This is gonna be a regular thing." Ian saw said tiger cock faintly above him now, but more importantly he smelled and felt it. Max dropped his hips a little, dragging his member over the wolf's nose and planting his balls in Ian's eyes.

"How about I stretch your mouth out for now, and we'll talk later?" The wolf lifted his own hips a little, feeling his cock poke the tiger's cold nose. A moment later Max opened his jaws, and Ian felt the wash of warm, humid air on his dick. He rumbled appreciatively in his chest and opened his own muzzle to suck on Max's cock.

As Ian swirled his tongue around the black cocktip and started to take the length inside, he felt Max do the same to him. The tiger had a decent length and wasn't very thin, but Ian was used to eating far bigger things than just a tiger's dick. He opened his jaws wide and brought them down over the whole thing, reaching around and grabbing Max's ass to pull the tiger's hips down. Ian rubbed his nose in his roommate's pubes, breathing deeply of his musk while swirling his tongue around. Max throbbed in his muzzle, and Ian continued to taste and lick the precum oozing out.

Below him, he felt the bengal tiger engulf his own red rocket. The knot gave him trouble for a moment, but Max was not to be denied either and managed to relax his throat and allow Ian's tip to slip farther in, wrapping his lips around the canine's knot. At this pressure and heat, Ian couldn't help but growl and buck his hips a little. Max rode it out, amused, then thrust his own cock down the wolf's throat, mashing his head into the bed a little to see how it felt.

Ian was in heaven, after weeks of thinking about this exact scenario. The two of them were slobbering on each others cocks, totally involved, and Ian loved every second. He used his tongue tip to tease the individual barbs he felt in his jaw, fascinated by the texture. He enjoyed the manly smell the tiger gave off, the bit of dominance they both displayed. He dived down on the cock in his muzzle again, mashing his nose down and reaching his tongue out to brush across Max's fuzzy balls. Ian felt them tighten a bit, squeezing closer to the tiger's body as the length in his mouth throbbed strongly.

Feeling himself start to get a little too aroused at Max's attentions on his own cock, Ian pulled off the tiger's wonderful barbed length. "Max, I want you to fuck me," he panted. He knew it was what he wanted. Soon he'd fuck the big cat, but tonight he was needy, and getting bred was the solution. Max slurped loudly as he slid back to the tip of Ian's cock before looking between his legs at the wolf, although it was still too dark to see much.

"You sure?" he asked. "Not that I wouldn't be happy to stuff my roommate, don't get me wrong."

"Reach down there and see if it feels like I'm kidding." Max grinned, and gently stroked the canine's cock by his cheek.

"Fair enough. Have you ever been fucked?"

"A few times. He was a bit smaller than you though. I usually topped." Ian said, thinking of the mastiff from high school he'd fooled with.

"Alright. I'm not exactly an expert, but I've fucked a few guys, and gotten fucked. Let me grab my lube." Ian felt Max roll off him then pad across the room to his dresser. The wolf shivered. He was about to get fucked by his stud roommate! He couldn't wait to see what those barbs felt like. Max walked back.

"It might be easier if you have control at first. Let me lay down and you can sit on it." Max ordered. Ian obligingly rolled out of bed and let Max lay down. He watched the tiger pour a slick liquid over his black length and paw, stroking it. Then the wolf climbed back on top of him, doing everything by touch and using his faint view of the white tiger. He couldn't wait to see him in light again. "Alright. Just lean back. I'll guide myself in. You've got control until you're ready, sexy. Then I'm gonna bend you over this bed and fuck you silly."

Ian grinned and leaned back, lifting his tail out of the way until he felt a warm, wet tip pressing against his asshole. "Promises, promises. Just wait until I fuck you instead. We'll see if you can stand after my knot." Ian felt the barely audible growl vibrate through him. He tried to relax himself, then forced his ass downwards. After a second or two, the tiger's tip slipped in. Both of them growled.

Ian was panting, the wolf filled with pleasure. He wanted more. "Oh fuck," he gasped, sliding down the tiger's meat. "Why didn't I say something sooner?" Max was flexing his claws, gripping the sheets tightly. Ian could see better after several minutes in the darkness. The feline's face was contorted in pleasure. He could feel the barbs brushing the insides of his walls. "I could have had you fucking me for a week now." Ian was getting louder. He knew from experience he was not a quiet lover, but with the object of his affection balls deep in him, he didn't have room for caution.

Ian started to lift himself up a little, flexing his legs, then sat back down. Max gasped below him, bucking his hips involuntarily. Ian smirked. "Kitty can't control himself with this ass around his cock, huh?" Max growled, louder now. He started to buck his hips more, and Ian gasped a little. Then he started to bounce in the tiger's lap properly, meeting each thrust. His own cock throbbed and dripped precum onto Max's stomach. Max reached a paw up and started stroking it lightly, to Ian's immense pleasure. Now moving back and forth, Ian could see why barbs made some cats yowl. They were intense. Not necessarily painful, but you felt every one as they slid in and out.

Suddenly Max grabbed Ian's hips and lifted, trying to get him off. Ian complied, slightly confused. He felt that hot length slip from his ass, leaving an emptiness inside. He needed more. Neither of them had finished. But he saw why as Max sat up, sliding out from under Ian and off the bed. "Enough power bottoming. Time to fuck you silly." Ian drank in the sight now that his night vision had finally caught up. The muscular tiger stood proudly, his glistening dark cock standing out from his white fur. Ian couldn't make out every muscle, but it was almost better. His imagination filled in the gaps.

The tiger grabbed Ian by his hips and dragged him to the edge of the bed. The thing was so low to the ground that Ian on all fours was the perfect height. The wolf felt that cocktip touch his asshole before Max just slammed it all back in. Ian growled loudly as the tiger started up a quick rhythm. "Careful wolf. Any louder and people will think we're up to something." The tiger said, smashing his hips into Ian's ass again and again. Their balls slapped lightly and the bed creaked and squeaked beneath them.

Ian snorted and growled at the pleasure and constant pressure he was feeling. "Fuck Max, you keep going like that I'm gonna howl and people are gonna know for sure." He looked over his shoulder and saw the tiger nod without stopping.

"I can do something about that. For now, just have fun." Ian turned his head back forward and let himself get lost in the pleasure, each thrust mashing his prostate. He felt Max lean forward over his back and then a paw reached around and wrapped around his leaking red cock. Max started to stroke him in time with his thrusts, growling lightly above him, and Ian knew it wasn't gonna be long.

"Oh fuck Max, you feel so good! All the right spots," Ian panted. He was close. No, he was more than close. He felt himself tipping over the edge and started to lean his head back, when a strong paw planted in the back of his head and shoved him down. Max laid all his weight on Ian's back at the same time, and Ian felt his arms give way as his head was shoved into the mattress while the tiger thrust desperately to his own orgasm. Ian felt his orgasm hit, cumming hard into the sheets and clenching down tight on the invading tiger. He howled, he felt such pleasure. But Max kept his face planted firmly in the mattress as he orgasmed loud and proud. The wolf heard the tiger growling loudly above him, but growls didn't carry like a howl. Along with the growl, Ian felt the throbbing of the feline's orgasm, the cock inside him rock hard and burning as the tiger painted his guts white.

Slowly, Ian spread his legs out and back, laying them both down half on the bed and stretched out over the floor. Each movement caused Max's length to throb in him, thought it was getting weaker. Ian relished just laying there underneath the heavy sweaty tiger. Eventually Max pushed himself up a bit. "I'm gonna take it out, ok?" Ian nodded. He felt the slow withdrawal of that incredible warmth that now felt like a part of him. When it was gone, he felt empty. And a little sore.

Ian rolled over onto his back to look up at his roommate. "I'm glad we don't have soccer tomorrow. I'm gonna have to pay you back for this soreness you know." Ian fondled his knot, which was almost gone now.

"You literally asked for it and sat on my cock."

"And I'm gonna get you to ask for this sooner or later." Max looked down at the wolf's softening dick.

"Yeah, alright. I probably will." Ian grinned. "For now, how about we sleep in my bed? You kinda ruined the sheets."

"Sounds good to me." The two of them climbed up into the lofted bed and laid down. Ian sighed happily as he closed his eyes. What a night!