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"My guy...your backpack there's unzipped. I can see your laptop sticking out. Probably not the best time for that..."

"Shit shit shit. Thanks!" Jamie gestured a quick thumbs-up at the passing otter, comfortably ensconced under her umbrella. Do otters even really need those?

He turned sharply to his right and off the brick-laden walkway to the quad, rushing across a patch of soaked grass, its rich green hue maintained into late September by the unexpected summer storms that had been bombarding their campus. Narrowly avoiding a wide patch of mud, he soon passed between a pair of metal pillars and hunkered down under the cover of the Barristan E. Wulfram Library's impressive portico, ruffling his headfur aggressively and trying to dry it a little.

It was a Saturday afternoon, just after three. It had been raining for four hours, only seeming to pick up, but the campus wasn't very busy; much of the student class were cozy in their dorm rooms, cramming for midterms, or rushing through busywork before the home football game at six.

The leopard, though, had no need to cram. He had no intention of letting his grades have any impact on his role as starting catcher on the baseball team. Not that he was rushing anything for the football game, either. No, he'd been out to meet Julian, a red fox with a few attributes known to impress. Julian was on the school's swim team, and he always had a strange desire to do laps when it was raining more than at any other time. Pool'll be empty right now, he would say. No distractions, no slowpokes. It had been a few weeks since the last time he'd found Jamie waiting for him in the locker room afterwards, ready to help that slender, toned body relax.

But today, the leopard found himself in a predicament. He'd arrived to find the pool closed. Cleaning. Moved up from the next morning to take advantage of the drop in activity during the storm. There wasn't a vulpine in the water, or any of the attached locker rooms; and Julian's phone wasn't on. That wasn't a surprise -- he hadn't known Jamie's plans. The mutual understanding was that the leopard would just show up sometimes, usually with one particular goal in mind, and invariably the younger fox would just smirk and facilitate that goal, leaving the results to be dealt with by the janitors and Jamie's extra-thorough showering.

So here he was, drip-drying in front of the library, reshuffling his afternoon plans in his head. He had a laptop with him, and he'd been planning to find a quiet corner of the library to write a page of a paper for the next week. Thing was, he wasn't sure how well he'd be able to focus. He'd had an expectation, been thinking about it all afternoon, and those thoughts didn't just vanish with the pool's availability. Thoughts of the fox's waistband in his fingers; those sleek, furred hips against his palms as he sank to his knees; the warm, soft slap of something heavy against his cheek, and the tickle of it playing along his lips. He growled. Paper progress was going to be slow at best.

The wind had died down a little, thankfully. The rain hadn't let up in the slightest, but it wasn't lancing under the portico far enough to reach him any longer, and he was dry enough to enter without having to look ridiculous using the towel in his backpack. He hadn't been planning to swim or anything, but...when you go skydiving, you bring a parachute. When you hunker down in a basement during a tornado, you bring an emergency radio. When you meet Julian in an empty locker room, you bring a towel. Maybe three. You just do.

He glanced through the windows of the contemporary structure, scanning to see how busy it was. It was nearly abandoned, probably owing to the weather. A mid-twenties wolf girl sat behind the reception desk, looking thoroughly bored. The open group study area to the left housed only two students at its numerous large tables. Shelves with LED category signs lined the other half and the back windows, disappearing under the stairs to the second floor, a wide balcony supported by elegant arching beams looming over the full perimeter of the space. A student moved from row to row near the back, perusing author names with a confused expression.

Jamie swung open the door and walked inside, briefly passing by the reception desk and flashing his ID at the uninterested attendant. He took the stairs two at a time (benefits of squatting almost constantly at every practice) up to the second level, then curved around the railing and headed back toward the front. Only been in the library twice, but he'd found a nice secluded area already. On the second floor, the windows weren't floor-to-ceiling -- they started a couple feet up, offering some privacy and quiet from the students bustling around the quad. One corner held a small study table accessible by a winding path past a couple stacks at different angles.

As he made his way towards his preferred work spot, the rain drummed a steady din on the glass roof of the building. Gray clouds rippled and blurred overhead through the splashing water. He'd passed a couple of the evenly spaced potted trees along the railing before his sharp feline ears picked up the sound of typing coming from his destination. He groaned inwardly. Really? The whole library open and you pick my spot?

He was just about to turn towards the far corner when he caught a glimpse of a familiar face through a small gap in the books. Already grinning, he sauntered around the shelves and into his preferred study area. "Miles Huntson? At the library? Working on something?"

The nook was bordered on two sides by the stacks, and on the others by chest height windows. Streams of water slowly curled their way down the panes. The eastern sky hadn't been covered by the stormcloud yet, so bright but unoffensively overcast daylight was enough to illuminate the small space. A square table big enough for no more than four sat in the middle, and at the table sat an arctic fox, tapping a query into Chrome's search bar on his laptop.

The fox turned to Jamie indignantly. "Working? Don't be ridiculous Jamie. I'm studying."

The leopard smirked and slid out a chair, plopping down in it after some careful positioning of his long, slender tail. "Studying what?"

Miles adopted an open-mouthed grin of mock exuberance. "Nomenclature!"

"Oh my god, Gen Chem. Freshmen have such easy courses. I coulda passed that class at 15."

"Don't talk down to me, catcher of balls. I'll be a big boy adult just like you in a few months."

Jamie grinned at the use of Julian's preferred honorific / double-entendre. "Yeah? Will you graduate from snowboy to snowman?"

"Well, technically I guess. I'd say I'm man enough already."

"And yet you're not planning on going to the football game later, I bet. Iiiiiinteresting..."

The younger boy rolled his eyes. His nose twitched. "Like you're gonna go to that. When was the last time we won?"

"Six games ago. That's last season. I keep track, you see. Some of our teams don't lose all the time." He crossed his arms and smirked proudly.

"I know, man. The swim team is the pride of Kirchester."

Jamie's ears dropped like he'd been slapped. "Hey! The baseball team's good too."

Miles smirked evilly. "I know. Last time you guys lost it mighta been me and Jul's fault. We were in the crowd when Sharp was pitching. Probably thought our dicks were gonna reach out and smack him."

The leopard's jaw dropped. "I thought we agreed you two weren't gonna show up at his starts!"

A shrug. "Eh. We didn't know he was starting that day."

"You two coulda left."

An expression of mock self-righteousness. "Nonsense! I will not tolerate discrimination on the basis of my giant penis."

"You're a true hero of the disenfranchised. Did you two figure out that whole rooming situation?"

"Oh, the one you mentioned when you barged in on us?"

"Yeah, that time where I opened the door and couldn't even see your face under Julian's actually giant penis."

Miles grinned at the provocation. "You say that with such confidence, cat. But yeah, that was easy. Turns out the room coordinator was Quinn."

Jamie's jaw dropped. "What? Why would Quinn fuck with you two like that?"

"Phrasing. I think he was mad I wouldn't introduce him to Julian. What other reason could one have for separating us?" He blinked innocently.

"I mean, your dorm room isn't the most family-friendly spot on campus."

"Send a girl in heat through our door. It'll become a family-friendly room real quick."

Jamie groaned, leaning so far back in his chair Miles was surprised it stayed upright. "Julian's had a bad influence on your jokes."

"He had a worse influence on Quinn's ass. Now the 'problem' has been solved."

The leopard paused, shifting awkwardly in his seat. Thoughts of Julian in that kind of action reminded him once more of the day's abandoned plans. "A little jealous of Quinn, honestly...I was on my way to the pool, and then it was closed for cleaning."

Miles shot him a sidewise, knowing glance. "Ah, he woulda been alone there in weather like this. You wanted a taste of your favorite treat."

Jamie didn't even blush. It wasn't as though the vulpine would judge him for that. "Guilty as charged. It's funny. We met when a pool cleaning forced him to do dryland. Then a couple weeks ago another one made him visit. Normally a closed pool means lots of fox...cream."

"Does it not this time?"

"Uh...not unless you know where Julian is."

"No idea. But I know where a fox full of...cream...is."

Jamie blinked. "Wait...are you..."

The younger boy smirked.

Now was the proper time for the leopard to blush. The proposition had come rather suddenly, as though Miles could read his need -- not that it was particularly mysterious, given his cancelled plans. And as he glanced at the handsome freshman, he decided it was quite an enticing proposition at that.

Still, if he gave himself up so quickly, he'd never hear the end of it from the mischievous vulpines. So instead he forced an amused chuckle, breaking eye contact and shaking his head.

"I, uh...can't say the offer's not flattering, but Julian's the one I --"

"Don't pretend you're not curious."

He didn't have to be looking at the white fox to hear the cocky grin. Miles had him, and knew it. Anything less than an outright refusal wouldn't have any effect, and Jamie had no plans to give one of those. He changed his tack.

"But if --"

"You're wondering what it takes to make a fucking beast like Jul submit."

The blush deepened. Miles knew way too much. It was almost frustrating. "And what's that?"

The fox just grinned. "Honestly? You haven't asked, I bet. You're so used to slurping on his monster dick that you can't even imagine him on his knees. Can't blame you though, it's kinda hot having him over you isn't it?"

Jamie's cheeks were hot with embarrassment. For one thing, that was true. He'd never asked. For another, now Miles was making him progress things, forcing a confession out of him, a crack in the facade of reluctance. But before the feline had more than a few seconds to think about it --

"Probably helps being bigger than he is, though. Down south."

At that, Jamie turned to the boy's snow-furred muzzle, adorned as it was with a smug grin. He wondered if a face could eventually have an expression burned in, like a TV paused too long on the same image. If so, the roommates would likely face such problems soon enough.

"You're not bigger than he is," the leopard declared flatly.

Miles just smirked back quietly for a moment, tapping a well-trimmed claw against the plastic frame of his laptop. Then he slipped a paw into his pocket, grabbed a phone, and swiped for a few moments before sliding it across the table.

Oh. So that's why Quinn jumped to Miles when we found Sharp the way he was.

He'd heard the picture existed -- indeed, it was something of a legend around Quinn's circle -- but he'd never seen it for himself, and he hadn't put two and two together on Miles being the star of it. Quinn knelt there in shock, covered in an absolutely ridiculous load of semen (well...at least to anyone that, unlike Jamie, hadn't experienced one of the foxboys before). He'd be completely unrecognizable to someone that didn't already know it was him. Thick spunk was pouring down his neck on all sides, and running in a waterfall over his lips. The poor tiger wasn't done, either -- another rope was on its way, captured there in midair, hovering inches before his open mouth as it shot like a laser from...well...yeah.

The largest penis Jamie had ever seen stood proud, reaching out from the side of the picture. It was canid, almost as thick as Julian's, and longer, enough so that Jamie knew no measuring tape would be needed. At least a foot, probably a bit more. Pink, its shaft reaching out to a gentle mushroom, a bulbous head with a tapered tip. Only a hint of white fur was visible near the edge of the photo to lend credence to Miles' claim, but Jamie knew it was true.

"Hope you brought a couple towels. Julian and I didn't fuck around last night, so that kinda load is boiling in my balls right now."

Jamie had been so transfixed that he hadn't heard the shuffling, but when he turned towards the voice, he found himself face-to-cock with the real thing. Miles was standing over him, holding his gray t-shirt up to his chest, and the shorts -- sans visible underwear -- were down around his knees. A sea of pristine white fur around the boy's midsection filled the leopard's vision, and from it that pink cock hung flaccid, close enough to Jamie's own organ that he could tell it was about eight inches. Miles' lack of a sheath was more obvious from this angle. Underneath the serpent hung a heavy sack perhaps a bit smaller than Julian's, but far closer to it than to Jamie's.

The leopard was nothing if not a size queen, and on being so casually presented with such a king, he noticed both his own arousal straining at his pants and his difficulty in getting words out. The arctic fox had no such problems though.

"Gonna stare all day, or have a taste?"

He shifted his hips from side to side a few times, letting his enormous cock and balls sway before Jamie's eyes, bushy white tail flicking behind him in a habit that must have been acquired from his roommate. The leopard glanced up, knowing from experience that the vulpine's grin would linger in his memory of this moment. Most certainly a good memory.

"C'mon...I love a feline tongue..." Miles reached down with his free paw and hefted his length up against his abdomen, exposing the full glory of his sack. "Put yours to good use..."

The drumming of rain against the glass beat a steady backdrop for both furs as Jamie shifted in his seat, leaned in, and obeyed. Not before shooting Miles a glare. "This is a one-time thing, got it? You just caught me in the right situation."

The fox shot back a clearly unconvinced "sure it is" through his smirk, but the leopard's tongue was already lapping at his sack before he even got the words out. A sigh of satisfaction greeted that first warm touch, one of his favorite moments of any blowjob. He let go of his flaccid organ, letting it flop down heavily onto Jamie, falling to the left and hooking over one ear.

Jamie felt the fat tube slap down over his head, but was so engrossed with the boy's testicles that he didn't even spare a moment to roll his eyes, instead keeping them closed and relishing the scent and taste -- normally, when he slipped into the world of soft white fur between the legs of a well-endowed fox, that world had been recently drowned in chlorine. He'd been missing the chance to enjoy the raw spice of young male potency that Julian's genitals rewarded their worshippers with. Among other things. Miles didn't smell exactly the same, but it was a slight difference in kind, not degree or impression. As far as Jamie's brain was concerned, the "young, hung fox" folder in his scent directory had room for two.

One of the hottest things to the leopard about this sort of "work" was the way the boys' cocks refused to let him forget what was coming. Miles was so damn massive that he had to reach full glory before his penis could just barely support its own weight. That meant it was still just sitting there rudely (and heavily) on the feline's head as it began to twitch to life. All the way through nine inches, ten, eleven. For a moment he even felt it snaking down the back of his head, before it straightened enough to begin rising.

That was also about when warm, sticky precum began to drool lazily onto the back of Jamie's neck.

"You really -- nnnh -- are a good catcher of balls, huh?"

Jamie gave a disappointed groan. It vibrated through the large, white-furred left testicle that he very definitely would not service again in this manner, as if he were some sort of slut for large vulpine genitals -- and was also paying a reverent kiss. After a pleasured grunt in response, Miles found himself absentmindedly wondering how the sperm within reacted to such vibrations. Whether they could feel it, detect the action, start swimming about restlessly as if knowing they'd soon be exploring the leopard's face.

Apparently the joke was just too bad to let stand, though, as Jamie let the orb drop from his chin for a moment. He pulled back (an annoying distance to get out from under the penis, enough to make Miles smirk) and glared up at the arctic fox. He took the organ in a paw, exploring it with his fingers.

"You know it kills an innuendo when you spell it out like that right? The joke is already so obvious."

"Maybe I'll spell out my initials on your cute little face."

"'Cute little...?' You know I'm like taller AND bulkier than you, right? But more importantly, Julian's clearly been a bad influ--"

"With my cum." Miles was grinning broadly, just trying to troll the leopard at this point.

"Ohhhh my god, shut the fuck up." Jamie, for his part, was blushing. Only these two could intentionally abuse the concept of humor and still just come across as sexy doing it. The bolt of precum the enormous dick spat over his right cheek as Miles said it didn't help.

"In my defense, from what Julian tells me, that last bit isn't a safe assumption, is it?" The arctic fox wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, smirk widening.

Jamie's blush deepened sharply, but he barked a laugh, turning his eyes back down in embarrassment -- and of course filling his view with fox dick. "Okay, that's a better joke. Can't believe he's told you about that..."

"How about that I'm bigger? Can you believe that now?"

Jamie took the opportunity to study the boy's genitals closely. Not that his paw stopped stroking, and the resultant barrage of precum didn't make it easy. His forehead was matted, and his cheeks were getting there. He was glistening all over the face. Miles glanced out the window for a moment, noticing the storm had picked up, then bit back a brilliant joke about the real rain being inside the library, enjoying the silent admiration of his penis too much.

"Well...Julian's balls are bigger..."

Miles raised his eyebrows and nodded, not even a little ashamed to admit that bit.

"And he's a little thicker..."

The arctic fox giggled. "You're right, but the fact that you can tell such a slight difference just by sight is...well...actually sorta hot, I guess. You really are addicted to his cock aren't you?"

Jamie's blush returned, even as he pretended to ignore the question. "You're...definitely longer though. By a pretty good margin. This...has to be a foot long. At least."

"Thirteen inches, actually. Thirteen and a quarter, if I'm really squeezing out every bit of how fucking hung I am."

Miles' proud grin greeted Jamie's eyes when the feline looked back up. It was pretty rare for him to go beyond cool confidence and get that blunt and cocky about his size, but he'd definitely had his ego stroked a bit by Julian in recent weeks. The words just hit harder when they were coming from a fox he himself was obsessed with. And one everyone seemingly worshipped, most of all this very leopard. No need to be modest in a comparison, right?

Jamie licked his lips, his cock twitching in his pants at the information. "Yeah...I guess you're bigger. Only very slightly, if we're counting balls and girth...but bigger. Happy?"

"No. My dick's not in your throat."

Jamie gazed up with a smirk. "Yeah? What're you gonna--"

Precum spat into his mouth. The resultant cough somewhat dampened his grounds to tease, but the ensuing grip on his head removed the ability entirely. He gave up his statement for a satisfied "mmmphhh..." around the thick, tapered cockhead that suddenly filled his mouth. And filled was not an overstatement. He could feel the flare of the glans on the inside of his lips, and still the tip was prodding at the entrance to his throat, threatening the gag reflex that Julian had thankfully battered into submission over the years.

He didn't hesitate, and Miles gave a long sigh, tilting his head back as that tongue went to work on him. His fingers ruffled Jamie's headfur. "Those feline tongues...mmmh, fuck..."

Seeming to have a thought, he eased Jamie off his throbbing member and wordlessly gestured for them to switch places. Moments later, the leopard was on his knees, and Miles was leaning back in the chair, moaning softly, legs spread wide open to allow Jamie space to demonstrate his skill.

Fortunately for the fox, one didn't serve as Julian's cumdump for years without acquiring those sorts of skills. Miles' eyes drifted closed, and he lost himself in the warmth.

"Ohhhh, godddd, Jamie..."

A purr of acknowledgment rippled down his shaft, the leopard appreciating the encouragement.

This was better than Quinn, better than Vale, better than Grey...even on par with Julian. Wet lips encircled his shaft gently, a satisfying pressure always reminding him of how much he was stretching Jamie's jaw. The tongue was used to excellent effect. Every time Miles got used to its motions, a strong drag of the rough texture up his underside would shoot an electric pulse down his shaft, make his body tingle, squeeze a gasp from his lips. Then it would swirl around his tip, the rough, sandpapery surface tickling his most sensitive spot, right along his urethra, while the soft, slick bottom of Jamie's tongue massaged loving warmth into the thicker, more pliable meat above. Occasionally, the very tip would sweep Miles' piss slit, collecting a thorough coating of precum for the leopard's tastebuds.

Gentle suction and exhalation soon mixed in as Jamie began to play the fox's pipe. Warm breath caressed his shaft, washed out over his crotch and balls, especially as the feline began swallowing further inches of thick cock into his gullet, bringing himself nearer. A rush of pride flared in Miles' chest as a subtle gag squeezed the tunnel around his cock. Even one with years of practice on Julian couldn't throat him easily.

Miles was a picture of pleasure. He was slumped in the chair, relaxed, head tilted back with his eyes closed and not a single sign of tension on his face. A wide, open-mouthed smile crossed his muzzle, and he even let the tip of his tongue hang out a little to one side as he panted softly. His ears twitched to catch each quiet sound of lips smacking, purrs of enjoyment, gulps of precum, fabric rustling when feline paws gently massaged his inner thighs. Anything that could penetrate the din of the rain.

"Mmmh, god..." the fox moaned his satisfaction. "This is the kind of study break I needed."

A soft chuckle rippled around his shaft, and a paw cupped his balls, hefting them gently and cradling them between furred fingers. Miles could feel them churning, preparing for the release that was building inside him. A heat, gradually flaring in his chest and core, slowly coalescing in his crotch, triggering pleasant throbs against Jamie's lips.

Jamie felt each one, treating it as an endorsement of his performance. The differences from Julian were, in most cases, subtle -- and that was a massive compliment to Miles. The leopard was addicted to Julian's penis, sure -- but Miles could compete. He'd happily grow an obsession with this one, too, and he could certainly understand why Julian was so crazy about it.

It was the steely hardness of it, every throb pressing so unyieldingly against his lips, tongue, throat -- it was impossible not to be reckoning with the size of Miles at every moment. The fox wasn't grabbing his head and shoving it all in, something he'd grown used to, and it was a fun change of pace to be granted such freedom to worship at leisure. The precum was delicious, at once unique to Julian's but every bit as intoxicating.

And, obviously, there was just so much of him. He wasn't being brutal with it, but there was something so hot about the fact that he could.

Jamie forced himself down, ten, eleven inches, until his throat protested to anything further with a sharp gag, already struggling with the obscene girth (and earning a grin from the proud fox). His lips felt the lump of the vulpine's dormant knot, which would likely prove even larger than Julian's. And it was starting to swell.

"Nnnh, god, Jamie, uh...hope you've got those towels..." The fox was looking down now, enjoying the sight of his meat disappearing into that welcoming cavern.

He was starting to grind his hips slightly into that inviting mouth, instinct fighting politeness as his body urged him to grab that head tight, buck forward, knot that warm, slick hole and make a massive litter of kits. His penis didn't care whether the hole in question was actually suitable for that. It was simply ready to breed.

The words triggered a bit of apprehension in Jamie. The reality of an impending orgasm that would almost certainly be in Julian's league was enough to suddenly remind him of the public setting. His eyes flicked side to side, as if he wanted to pause and check for safety, but the paw on his head had a firmer grip now. An escape wasn't being offered.

Miles spoke once more, as though reading Jamie's mind. "Hff, yeah...gonna make a real mess for the janitors..."

He was panting, feet shifting restlessly as the pressure in his crotch seemed to build and build, approaching climax with an intensity that only Julian could normally deliver, overwhelming all his senses and making him squirm. This close, every single sensation on his shaft was heavenly. Every touch of the tongue, the throat, the lips, all of it. Jamie couldn't slow the pleasure if he tried -- even if he fell motionless, the throbs of Miles' dick would cause enough rubbing to push him over the edge.

But Jamie wasn't trying to do that. Instead, his paw slid off Miles' primed balls with an affectionate caress, rose, and gripped firmly around the ballooning knot.

Yeah. Bigger than Julian's.

Miles ejaculated.

His balls clenched, body spasmed, and he threw his head back, gnashing his teeth together to keep an intense, shuddering moan as quiet as possible. A violent pulse shot down his shaft, urethra bulging with the first fertile delivery, his tail whipping unconsciously between his ankles.

The explosion of semen in Jamie's mouth was beyond anything Julian could've prepared him for. Too late, he remembered the answer to one of his curious, playful questions on a recent hookup.

Yeah, I cum like a beast, but even I'm nervous when Miles is about to go off. Might not be as much as me, but he might shoot your head off.

It was a multiple-second blast of sperm with the power to shoot probably ten-plus feet, delivered directly into Jamie's mouth. His eyes shot wide as he immediately gave a sharp gag and began to gulp frantically, but the fox's twitching balls weren't done, not even close. The second spurt triggered a wet cough, an eruption of cum from his nose, and a waterfall from the corners of his mouth. The thick, sticky fluid gummed up his teeth, clogged his throat, surged down into his belly, more and more pumping from Miles' penis. He pressed on the arctic fox's leg, trying to extricate himself, but the grip on his head tightened and pulled in response, the orgasming boy lost in his ecstasy.

A third blast erupted, and it was far too much. The leopard's eyes watered as another salvo shot from his nose, burning in his nasal passage. His hand slipped off the pulsing knot, shoving back on both the vulpine's legs and finally freeing himself. He fell back on his ankles, barely staying upright, coughing, gasping -- and thoroughly erect.

So was Miles. Pointing straight out, even without a guiding paw.

His piss slit yawned open once more and fired a fourth explosion of cum to plaster the leopard's entire face in a matter of two seconds. The force knocked Jamie off his already-questionable balance and he went over backwards, awkwardly falling down onto one elbow then settling back against the wall beneath the window. He was three or four feet away now, but Miles' fifth orgasmic pulse struck him like it was still point blank.

Jamie was still breathless -- but finally, settled into a position he couldn't be knocked out of, and no longer trying to handle it head-on in the mouth, he settled in for the long haul, slipping into sheer awe. He managed a giggle.

"God, dude, you -- ack!"

Miles "sniped" his mouth again, his dick declaring itself uninterested in whatever joke or compliment the feline had been about to levy. Another billion sperm swimming around his tongue, chin, chest. The arctic fox was still basking in ecstasy, but enough past that wildly intense beginning to open his eyes and giggle at the effect he was having.

He leaned forward in the chair with an evil grin, gripping his knot (which, briefly, broke the grin into a sharp moan of pleasure) and aiming himself at the effectively-trapped leopard. There was nothing he loved more than painting his partners.

Squirt. SPLAT! Squirt. SPLAT! Squirt. SPLAT!

Every gush from the pulsing fox dick was loud enough for Jamie to hear as it exited the shaft. Hell, it would probably be loud enough to hear from outside the study nook if it weren't for the white noise of the rain. Even with the rain, the impact of each shot on its target was easily loud enough to hear from outside the surrounding bookshelves.

Neither of them had brainpower to spare on hoping no one walked by, though. Other things were occupying their attention.

After nine or ten blasts, Miles' orgasm faded to something more like Julian's. Long, thick ropes in their dozens, with incredible distance. Mercifully, it only continued for about another minute, not three or four as was more typical with the red fox. Nonetheless, by the time it finished, Jamie was an utterly glazed feline. His eyes were glued shut, shirt and pants ruined, a puddle of sperm spreading around him against the wall.

Demonstrating his experience with Julian, he'd kept one paw out of the blast zone -- and he now used it to wipe his eyes, looking down at his form with an almost resigned expression.

"I shouldn't have let you do this. Fuck. There's no way I'm getting presentable with just a few towels..." He didn't sound all that bothered, though.

Miles was slouched lazily, smirking proudly, his softening cock hanging an obscene distance off the edge of the chair. "I did warn you I was full of cream. Shoulda taken those clothes off, catcher of...well, seems like more than balls at this point."

"I thought I'd be able to drink it all down...you didn't tell me it'd be like a grenade in my mouth!" He licked his lips and grinned. "Probably my fault, though. My tongue's too good."

"Yeeeeaaahhh, it was pretty great, I can't lie. Such a shame this is a one-time thing." His knowing smirk caught a glare from Jamie.

"Well...I'm sure Julian will be MIA from time to time...listen. Sorry about this, but I just gotta..."

The leopard looked around, peering through the stacks to ensure privacy. A blush was on his face, even visible under the spunk in a few places. Miles' ears perked as he watched curiously.

Jamie gripped his waistband in both paws and yanked everything down his thighs. Miles hooked an eyebrow and gave an appreciative whistle as a thick, curved uncut penis towered eight inches over the leopard's lap. It twitched, in clear appreciation of recent events.

"Not bad, Jamie..." It twitched again at the compliment.

Then the feline scooped up a thick, warm pawful of slick, gooey sperm Miles had deposited all over his chest, and proceeded to rub it down his length. The first touch of the liquid sent a visible shiver through his whole body, and that sight sent a tingling up Miles' spine as well. His softened cock gave a small twitch of its own.

"Are you gonna...jack off with my cum?"

There was none of the typical bravado and bluster. It was a genuine question, one which Miles quickly got an answer to as Jamie began to stroke his length up and down, biting his lower lip.

"That's...so fucking hot."

His shaft, somehow, started to harden again. But then Jamie stopped, tucked himself away with a bit of an evil wink, which earned a glare from Miles.

"Not safe to do it here," Jamie intoned with a sort of mischievous affect. "Guess you'll have to come by my room next weekend...and bring a fresh supply."

Miles growled. "Oh, I'll bring a fresh supply alright. Tease. And you're gonna take more than one load, I'll tell you that."

"Your 'tease' accusation might work better on someone not drenched in your cum," Jamie shot back with a smirk. "Are you that insatiable?"

"You really even asking that? Julian and I only stop cause we haven't found a place that can handle both of us going off multiple times. Fuck doing all that cleanup."

Jamie reached for his bag and began the process of extricating his towels. The words had given him an idea that, if it weren't for the pulsing erection he needed to run home and take care of, would probably have sounded more intimidating. As it probably should have.

"Bring Julian with you."

Miles' face lit up and split with a wide grin. He tucked himself away and moved back to his laptop, but not before whipping out his phone.

He recorded a video, smirking at the camera. "Hey J. Guess what?"

He flipped the camera, capturing Jamie slumped against the wall, struggling to dry himself and still in a puddle. The leopard looked up, noticed what was happening, and grinned, flashing a cum-drenched peace sign at the camera.

"Catcher of balls here wants the treatment that pitcher of balls got, if you know what I mean. Next weekend. In his room. You in?"

He stopped the video and shot it off to Julian's phone. "Bet he's reachable by now."

Sure enough, a ping came in moments later.

You fucking know I'm in, snowboy.

Miles grinned over at Jamie, who was finally clean-ish (i.e., not even remotely clean, certainly going to get funny looks all the way back to his dorm, but all three towels were saturated and it wasn't getting any better). "Shouldn'ta teased, kitty. Now you might drown."

"Eh. There'd be worse ways to go." He smirked, rising to his feet and shouldering his backpack. Now quite a bit heavier, stuffed with cum-soaked towels. "Later Miles. You're pretty fucking hot."

The fox blushed and waved it off. "Yeah, yeah. I know. So are you. Get outta here and enjoy wearing me home."

His phone pinged again as the leopard departed, peeking around shelves to try and stealthily escape the crime scene.

Wait, are you at the LIBRARY???