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A spark burst forth, igniting the lighter fluid and successfully birthing an ember to the tip of my cigarette. Flipping the lighter closed, I checked the time: Seven-thirty. I craned my neck passed the small congregation and squinted, hoping to catch a glimpse of the bus. No dice. I slipped my face into my paws, not caring that the socially-unacceptable stench of tobacco would make its way through my fur. The bus schedule said the Metro would arrive at seven-twenty, putting me on campus with five minutes to get to class. Fuck. I was never late.

Minutes later, the bus had arrived. Slinging my backpack onto my shoulder, I climbed the bus and found my seat. Leaning my head to the cool glass, I closed my eyes, rejoicing that today was Friday. Being an electrical engineer major left very little time for socializing, making life at the university a cold and miserable existence. An intense workload and a complex material meant late nights spent in the library with no one but the desk lamp for company. I unconsciously frowned thinking of Harvey. My roommate, a sociology major and a rather whiny ferret, was so carefree with his false science. He was constantly going off to parties, making little jokes about "going off to study" if I knew what he meant. I let out a sigh, I didn't actually dislike him. In all honesty, I was jealous of his popularity and freedom to do as he pleased. He had a loving girlfriend, a new one every week, in fact. He never went to bed alone, the bastard. I'm just glad he tended to stick with the quiet ones so I could just roll over and pretend there weren't two grunting, sweaty bodies in the bunk below mine.

I stumbled off the bus, forgetting the last step was in existence, and, after checking to see that my dignity was still in tact, checked my phone. Eight-ten, now. Lecture began ten minutes ago. Picking up my pace, I prayed that I hadn't missed anything important. Quickening my step, I edged the speed up a little, enjoying the feel of my twenty year old husky paws pushing back the concrete with every lunge. The frigid air stung my eyes which, for whatever reason, I found immense pleasure in. It had been much too long since I'd been able to enjoy myself, other than my daily cigarette whilst waiting for the bus. I sped past a group of girls, who snickered to themselves. After a brief calculation on whether or not I gave a shit, I pushed myself just a little harder. At last, I rounded the corner where the founder of the university stood forever in tarnished bronze and marked the entrance to my class. Reluctantly, I slowed to a stop in front of the eloquent mahogany doors and took a brief pause to catch my breath. Then, I pushed the door in to allow myself entrance into two and a half hours that would (hopefully) raise my chances of success in the real world.

Six hours later, I found myself hefting my tired ass into the lower bunk, disregarding the fact that the bed was coated in the bodily fluids of many a woman. At that moment, I winced. My damn canine nose inhaled gallons of pheromones with every lung-full, causing that dreaded sensation in my loins. Jamming my paws into the bed, I quickly forced myself upright but, it was too late. Getting all lusty wouldn't be such a problem if I had someone to share it with. A wave of loneliness struck me square in the chest. Dragging myself to a standing position, I made my way to my desk and threw myself into the chair. Swiveling, I admired my desk: clean, organized books in neat stacks and yet, I couldn't help but think how much better it would look with a beautiful someone strewn across it, legs open and getting relentlessly pounded by my throbbing member. Slipping a hand into my underwear, I softly caressed my unruly member, apologizing that it wouldn't be seeing anything but a paw for quite a while. Letting out a groan, I turned to my books, knowing that the nuisance rubbing tenderly against the cloth of my underwear could wait, the chapter over Three-Phase Systems could not. Opening my book, I rubbed my eyes, resting my elbow atop the desk.

I was abruptly woken by the jolt of my forehead making a rather forceful connection with the desk. Lifting my head groggily, a thread of drool connected me to a diagram of an AC circuit diagram. I scanned my book and, after analyzing the harm in my not finishing the chapter tonight, pulled myself from my chair. Picking my way around the dirty boxers and scattered books, I crouched in front of the mini fridge and yanked the door open. A gentle, frigid breeze wafted over my hind paws and I reached into the fridge, grabbing myself one of Harvey's beers. Creating the necessary leverage with a butter knife (which was no easy matter), I pried off the cap from the bottle's lip and brought the brew to my muzzle. Tilting my head back, I drank deeply breathing in the carbonated amber liquid.

"Enjoying my beer, Jack?"

Before I could stop myself, a light mist sprayed from my lips and my heart skipped a beat. Harvey lay in his bunk, head propped up on his hand with a hint of a smile on his face. My eyes dropped and I found myself feeling a little sheepish. When the hell did he get home?

"Sorry. I guess I found myself just. . . needing it. I'm sorry, I'll pay you back."

"No problem, man. I drink enough of that shit as it is. If anything, I should be thanking you. I think more beer is the last thing my liver needs."

I smiled. "You really should watch out. Its my understanding that a liver functions much better un-pickled."

"Yeah." He sighed and lay back in his bed. "So, what's up? Why do you find yourself 'needing' a beer?"

Harvey was the last person I'd expect to confide in. 'Course, he was an aspiring sociologist and that field often crossed paths with psychology.

"I guess I'm just feeling kind of lonely and a little on the pathetic side. All I do is study and then surf the internet, sleep, eat and repeat. I suppose I'm just craving some excitement." I was too embarrassed to add the I-want-someone-to-love part.

"Dude, you're good with the six-string, right?"

Making a quick glance at my beautiful black Damien Schecter "Yeah. I do alright." In truth, I was great.

"Well, I think it'd be pretty fucking sweet if you'd come to a party or two with me. I think everyone would get a kick out of some kick-ass live sound." With a big, promiscuous grin he added "I bet the girls would be dripping to hear you play."

My ears burnt, and I managed a small, embarrassed smile.

Suddenly, Harvey shot upright "Yo, what time is it?"

Fumbling with my phone "Uh, fifteen passed midnight. Why?"

"My buds get together at this little place called The Space every Friday night and jam until they pass out. It's a bunch of guys, guitarists, drummers, bassists, and singers. Six guys who just take turns rocking out for everyone else's enjoyment. You wanna go?"

I was suddenly very intimidated "Oh, man. I dunno. I mostly just play by myself. . ."

"Trust me, I know. I found your cum sock." My cheeks turned red. "Come on! You're complaining about your loneliness, well, here's your chance to change it!"

I closed my eyes. Little voices whispering their doubt-instilling views on the situation. Fuck. "Alright."

Fifteen minutes later, we were pulling up into what looked like an old warehouse. It was a massive, four-story, rectangular building with obscene graffiti depicting anatomically incorrect male genitalia. Harvey led the way around the side of the building and up a creaky, wooden stairwell to the fourth floor. Gripping my guitar case, I fiddled with the guitar pick that I kept in my mouth, suddenly not so sure that I had made the right decision. Pushing through the rusted door, we were struck with intense metal music. A double pedal effortlessly putting out 260 bpms, the wails of a guitar followed by a rapid succession of notes. Harvey turned to me and shouted to be heard "That's most likely Swervy on the drums and Pubes on the guitar."

"Who and who?" Sure that I had misheard.

Harvey laughed (or so I assumed. It was incredibly loud in the corridor that we were walking through to get to the group) "Everyone gets a raunchy-ass nickname. They're crazy mother fuckers. Call themselves The Fags. You should see their parties! Jesus, you have not partied until you've partied with The Fags." He was getting a little more animated and I smiled. It felt good to be out with a friend again. Beat the fuck out of school work.

We rounded one more corner and then we found the lair of The Fags. A massive room with three sofas against the far left wall, a bare mattress cast off in the far right corner and the floor coated in cigarette butts and various bottles of assorted alcohols. There, in the center of the room, were the ones called Swervy and Pubes. Swervy was a rather handsome black stallion with a long, flowing mane which stuck to his neck, adhered by sweat. Pubes, a cute fox. About a head shorter than I and sported the body of a boy. He looked fresh out of high school. None of The Fags payed any attention to us until Pubes and Swervy finished their song. When we were finally acknowledged:

"Hey, Harvey!" A muscular Husky who had been slouching in one of the sofas now got up and staggered towards us drunkenly "Who's the cutie?"

"Long time, no see, Dusty! This here is, hopefully, a new addition to The Fags."

"Hi. It's, uh, Jack." I held out my free hand and was surprised when he, instead of taking up my offer, embraced me in a strong bear-hug and gave my ass a firm squeeze. Shocked (and mildly aroused) I stammered out, blushing "Uh, hi. Nice to meet you."

He winked "The pleasure's all mine!" then, turning to Harvey "Sorry. He's got a cute butt. But, but, but, but. You said a new Fag, huh? Well, first we have to hear him play. We can't have some dumb kid coming in, playing like shit and completely throwing everyone else off. That would be bad, you know what I'm saying? Baaaaad. Hey Swervy, stay on the drums, will yah?"

Swervy, who was just standing up, gave a short laugh and plopped himself back down on his throne.

"Alright, cutie! Show us whatchu got."

My heart jumped up into my throat. Regret flung itself right in my face, laughing its ass right off. Shit. I slid the pick out of my mouth and stepped up onto the little platform they had built for their performances. One of the guys, a cat, ran up and put a 40 at my feet. I took a quick swig before plugging my guitar into one of their many amps. My heart quickened its pace and my hands started to shake. Pulling out a cigarette, I placed it behind my right ear for good luck. Then, I started.

Three strums on a muted dropped D followed by the beautiful scream of a pinched harmonic marked the start of my song. Starting off shaky, I tried my best to recall what little music theory I knew. I chose the key of D minor, my favorite and the one I felt most comfortable with. Carefully, hesitantly I stumbled my way through my first verse, which consisted mostly of pedaling. My mind drifted and I bared my teeth. There was no way in hell I was going to let my nerves get in the way. Taking all of my university-created stress and forcing it through my strings, I stopped trying to think through the music and simply started feeling it. Brutal riff after brutal riff poured out of the half-stack. My confidence bolstered at the sight of three of the guys dancing drunkenly with a smiling Harvey leaning against the wall. Then I broke into my solo. Playing an intense flurry of hammer-ons and pull-offs, I grabbed my cigarette from behind my ear and placed it between my lips to light. I tossed my lighter to Harvey, then brought my right hand back down to finish the solo. I shredded for two more minutes before finally ending the song. At last, when I finished, my legs were shaking. Dusty ran up, tripping over the edge of the stage, and clapped me on the back.

"That was damn good. Damn good, man. You're definitely Fag material."

"Thanks..." standing there awkwardly "now what?"

"Now we continue partying!" Raising his hands, and spilling a bit of his brew, he shouted "Who's up next?"

A few members would jump up, play a song or two and then trade off with someone else while the others drank and screwed around. There were chugging contests, drunken races and moments were a guy would whip his member out and swing it around to the music. After my second 40, I started getting a little horny. While relaxing, sprawled out on the couch, Dusty threw himself on top of me, reaching around for another ass grab. A sly, intoxicated smile spread across my lips. In my defense, I was wasted and I hadn't gotten frisky with anyone in years so, can you really blame me that I unzipped his pants and pushed his butt forward to get his throbbing cock into my mouth? His musk flooded my senses causing my cock to peak out of my pants. Not caring that the others in the room had stopped to stare in shock, I began stroking his shaft with my muzzle.

Dusty tilted his head back and, letting his tongue loll out, panted "A horny cock slut. Fuckin' hot." Then leaned over, grabbed my head and began thrusting into my mouth. I swallowed every bit of his pre, lapping at his furry balls whenever I got the chance. I reached around and stuck a finger into his cute tailhole to help him along in his orgasm. I wanted his cum, needed it. He full on face fucked me for five minutes before finally he thrust forward, forcing his full eight inches down my throat and came. His cock, convulsing in my throat, spewed load after load of his thick spunk right into my stomach until he pulled out panting heavily. I gasped for air, as he'd been in my throat for thirty seconds.

"You're a sexy-ass cum slut." He whispered in my ear before throwing an arm over me and going to sleep, cock still pressed against my thigh.

And with that, I passed out with the salty, bitter taste of his thick cum in the back of my mouth. Smiling at the fact that right about now, I'd be at the dorm asleep after a night of study instead of licking my lips of spunk, in bed with a beautiful, horny husky.

Chapter one! Feel free to PM me with critiques and suggestions (I keep finding misspelled words and grammatical errors!)!

Also, I'm not sure if my stories apply to the "adult" or "extreme" rating. I'm not positive on the distinction, so I apologize in advance if my stories are placed in the "adult" category, when they should be in the "extreme" and it causes you discomfort to the nth degree.

Thanks for reading! More to come :D