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Fourth quarter, 14-16 away, one minute left on the clock. The moon hung high overhead, obscured by a smokescreen of hazy summer clouds, and in absence of the sun, stadium lighting lit the carefully manicured field so bright, it probably made a nice little reference mark if you were looking at Earth from a space shuttle. Two teams, one wearing burgandy, the opposing players in steel gray. Just as determined as the beautifully athletic players were the fans themselves, hailing from the families of the players and the universities themselves, near silent as the two clans of sport warriors called out their plays. It looked like a scene out of one of those inspirational movies where someone with a crippling social disorder finds his place as a savant football player, but real life never was quite so heartwarming.

New Desaint was most definitely a college town, a few miles from the coast, nestled comfortably into Washington's countryside. Despite the peppering of frat houses, it was a respectable place, and an acclaimed university. You didn't get into NDU unless your parents had old money; top notch grades and a clean criminal record were secondary to the universal lubricant.

Though not necessarily a football college, New Desaint was known for a consistently winning team. Though their official name was some ridiculous extinct crustacean, typical nerdy college name, they were more commonly known as the Brix, or the Bricks, depending on how much of a killjoy grammar nazi you asked. Why the Brix? Brick-colored outfits, of course! It was a fitting name, too; it was said getting mowed down by their star quarterback was like eating a brick wall. The brick wall knelt behind the center, his square equine jaw clenched tightly, just waiting for the ball to fly between the center's legs. All eyes were on him; or so he assumed, at least.

Holed up in the computer labs on such a night was a fox, twenty-one, wearing a mask characteristic of a raccoon, his tail featuring the trademark black bands. Truth was, the tod was less than a quarter of everyone's favorite fuzzy burglar, but the markings gave him an exotic appeal that lead him to become something of a campus buttslut. Yet, as a fox, he didn't very much mind the branding. It tended to take focus off the fact that he was, for all intents and purposes, a nerd, though he could take solace in the face that he had never played a game of Dungeons & Dragons in his life.

Something of an "IT guy," he had access to the closed circuit televisions, right at his desk at the head of the room. With his fellow nerds embroiled in a LAN match of Call of Duty 17, he flicked through the handful of "channels" at his disposal. Cafeteria, wrestling practice, professors making out in the faculty break room, boring, typical stuff. He flicked one channel ahead, and his screen was filled with a pathetically out of focus and ultra-zoomed image of the football game. Panning back at last, the shot was focused on the brick wall. Ordinarily, the fox didn't have a single bit of interest in football, or the jock types that played it, but as he gazed upon the zebra as he took hold of the pigskin, taking off in a full-speed run, he found himself enraptured, watching the equine intently.

If the opposition was smaller, he plowed through like a freight train. If they were bigger, he faked and dove the other way faster than the fox could blink, all the while his hooves pounded the turf, those long, strong legs carrying him to the end zone as a black, white and burgandy blur. Diving in with seconds to spare, the zebra won the game for NDU, and the stadium erupted from the home side; cheers and orgasmic bellows of sports deveotion, and disappointed head-hanging from the other.

As he took the goal, the zebra quickly leapt to his feet, only to find himself snatched up and carted around like a celebrity by his teammates. The fact that he had such a following, even as just a college football player, had most definitely given the zebra an inflated ego on the field, and when he was being checked out. All around, however, he was one of "those nice guys" the uncool students all seemed to hate. Skilled, sexy and full of himself, yet also, somehow, charming as a car salesman.

The fox felt much the same way; he often amused himself by pointing out that serial killers were also oftentimes charismatic and charming. He felt that bitter hatred for the star quarterback again as he watched him being carted off by his team, sickened by the decadence of it. He would never gloat or showboat like that, ever. Why would he? It was horribly prideful, and he almost certainly did it for the attention. Maybe the fox would've grandstanded a little bit, just a little, but not nearly as much as the zebra did. After all, who didn't enjoy being in the spotlight? Besides, if the team was willing to carry him everywhere, what was the harm in...

Slipping out of their funky uniforms, all manner of homoerotic congratulations were tossed around, from asspats to towel snaps. Though most of the team had some bicuriousity going on, Stripes was the only openly gay member of the team. Considering much of the campus was staggeringly gay, or at least bisexual, nobody batted an eye to it. Not that he was a fruit; if you didn't know it, you wouldn't be able to tell, although all anyone had to do was ask. Brick wall on the field, open book in social settings.

As comfortable as the rest of the team was around him, it usually amused the zebra when the others would shy away from him in the showers. As appealing as the idea was of conquering one of his teammates' taut asses, he wasn't going to up and rape someone. Besides... Part of the fun was making them awkwardly ask about it first. True, after tormenting someone enough, the zebra would gladly oblige them in enough buttsex to leave them walking funny for weeks, but a good part of the game resembled cat and mouse.

As he'd noticed the last few showers, one of the devoted tackles, a stout kangaroo a few inches short of six feet, had been giving him those not-sure-if-want eyes, that gay curiousity that was irresistably adorable. Stripes was coy; if he caught the marsupial looking, he'd just smile, and go back to washing up, making positively no effort to hide anything. A few times he'd inch closer, his lips quivering like he wanted to say something... But ultimately he'd shy away. No love today. It was alright, though; he was never at a loss for a bedbuddy. Besides, eventually the curiousity would get the better of him. That 'roo wouldn't be the first or last to have the zebra stick it in his end-zone for the first time.

A week passed, and the fox's mind raced as he thought about the athlete. Being sexually dominant, for the most part, he considered Stripes a challenge. One way or another, he figured, he'd nail the zebra. Of course, since the fox considered drugging someone to be morally deplorable (not to mention illegal), it would take a bit of smooth talking. All in due time. The fox didn't exactly have time to set his plans in motion anyway. Seeing as he was upgrading the campus servers with a patched OS, he was facing waves of students. The first wave: "Like, hey, why is the campus site down?" They were the easiest to deal with. But every subsequent wave needed some assistance, mostly schedules. Already he'd replaced two rolls of printer paper, printing out those goddamn class schedules. Was it really so hard to write down your goddamn classes on your goddamn notebook? All at once, Ceeb lamented the fact that he had volunteered to do this.

As the flow of stupid questions and their askers slowed to a crawl, Ceeb finally resumed his own very important personal task: chatting with his friends using his smartphone. Not two minutes into it, a shadow was cast on the bespectacled fox, followed by a gentle verbal prod: "Excuse me." Looking up with an explosive sigh welling in his throat, the fox choked, but kept a straight expression. It was the zebra he'd been thinking of incessantly, standing in front of him with a smile that outwardly seemed friendly, but Ceeb somehow imagined he was being judged. "What do you want?" He asked curtly, expertly hiding his interest in the jock. Undeterred by the surly fox, he set down a thumb drive, which the tod glanced at, before looking up at the zebra expectantly. "I had my notes and research stored on the server. Can you get 'em for me?" He asked politely enough, ditching his smile in favor of a rather matter-of-fact straight-laced expression. Ceeb paused, and set down his phone. "Yeah. Sure. Might take a little bit, though."

Contrarily to what the fox hoped for, the zebra nodded, and... Sat down in one of the hard plastic chairs against the wall, folding his hands neatly in his lap. The hell, didn't the most the most popular guy on campus have something better to do than wait around? Ceeb prodded the zebra a bit, as he popped the cap off the small flash drive. "Uh, you don't have to wait, you know. I'll bring it to you when I'm finished." The fox said politely as he could, but Stripes just lifted his shoulders in a half-hearted shrug. "Rather not get involved with my friends. Need to work on my science papers." A likely story, the fox thought, plugging the finger-sized device into the unassuming gray but dick-compensatingly powerful desktop on, well, his desktop. As any good network administrator did, he kept an image of the servers before he upgraded them, just in case, and began digging through the directories to find the zebra's personal folder.

Stripes wouldn't have minded hitting up a party with his friends. A Friday night was a terrible thing to waste, but he was, in fact, enrolled to get educated. Testing his liver was a secondary goal. With no magazines, and his phone in his dorm, he also didn't have a whole lot to do as the fox supposedly worked on finding his research documents. To that end, he started checking out the fox. Particularly when he'd get up and wander over to the servers, bending over the desk a bit rather than taking time to sit down. The tod had a pretty nice ass on him. Hard to tell he was a nerd, actually... And just when he began to wonder which way the fox might swing, he caught sight of a rainbow ladder up his left ear, and smirked at the sight of it. Typical fox, but it wasn't as though he minded; some of the best fucks he ever had came from slutty foxboys.

While the zebra was rather passive with those who merely seemed curious, his dominant nature came out to play when he knew what the other party liked. Nonchalantly, he stood up from the chair, taking a moment to enjoy a genuine stretch, straightening his back after sitting in that unforgiving chair. Ceeb glanced back at him, and the equine just caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye. He kept the stretch up a few seconds longer than he originally intended, and the tee he wore was pulled up enough that it exposed his washboard stomach, only a taste of his Greek god body. Ceeb subtly licked his lips at the sight of him, before looking back to his monitor. The zebra grinned, straightening his shirt, calmly walking over behind the fox. Ceeb knew he was coming, hearing those hooves gently tap against the tile as he walked, though he expected the equine to sit at one of the LAN-connected PCs. He most certainly didn't expect what he really got; a strong hand resting on his ass, giving it a squeeze. The fox tensed up, his tail giving an agitated lash. Of course it had to be the one jock he was actually hot for.

After a solid ten seconds of groping, Stripes turned the fox around and held him to his hard, muscular body, both hands clutching that fine vulpine ass, squeezing his cheeks though the fabric of his jeans. He had nearly a half a foot on the fox, looking down into those green eyes of his, his muzzle twisted into a cocky smirk. Ceeb wore an expression that showed a great ambivalence towards the zebra, but there was a considerable amount of lust in those eyes. The fox leaned a bit closer, and closer still, giving the zebra the slighest peck on the lips. Reaching up, Stripes gently took hold of the fox's glasses, pulling them off, setting them down. Little fox looked a lot better without them. "What uh... What about your papers?" Ceeb asked meekly, finding that he was, both literally and proverbially, in the zebra's clutches. True, he did need to take care of that... But first, he slid a hand into the fox's jeans, under that skin-tight fabric and under his boxers too, sliding a thick finger between the tod's ass cheeks. With a noise that conveyed submission and desire, he pressed himself tightly against the jock, closing his eyes, and flattening his ears. Complete buttslut.

Stripes wasn't going to fuck Ceeb... Yet. It was a matter of when, not if. With his free hand, he reached up and under the fox's shirt, rubbing over his back in a way that was actually rather affectionate, while he teased the fox like a complete bastard, rubbing his tight, pink pucker with his fingertip, never even making an effort to penetrate it, merely teasing the sensitive orifice, wearing a broad grin at the huffing and panting from the fox. After an eternity of teasing, he pulled his hand free of the fox's pants, grasping his shoulders, looking him in the eye. Though he didn't look down, he knew the tod was sporting a hell of a boner; he felt it while pressed up to the vulpine. "Bring my files to me when you find them. I'm gonna be waiting, foxy." To anyone who might've just walked in, it would've sounded like a simple request, but the fox felt and could nearly taste the sexually charged nature of the zebra's words. The two of them both understood the situation clearly. Acknowledging who he now answered to, the fox meekly said "Alright."

Often calm and collected, and overall a bit jaded to sex, Ceeb was amazed by the odd excitement he felt as he walked down the halls of doors, finally coming up to the zebra's dorm. It was hypocritical of him to so enjoy being possessively felt up, when he so often did the same to his many sexual partners. Maybe he was lying to himself, or maybe he just enjoyed getting his butt pounded on occasion. It didn't matter all that much at this point. The fox knocked twice, and the door opened. Without a word, the jock stepped aside, and guided Ceeb to sit on the bed.

Aside from the old editions of the Brix uniforms pinned to the slanted ceiling and a small collection of awards, the zebra's dorm was unremarkable. Same bed, same pile of laundry, same computer desk, same bottle of lube and box of condoms on the nightstand. The zebra stood mere inches from the fox, his seated position putting him right about crotch level. There was an unmistakable phallic outline in his shorts, and not surprisingly, Ceeb's eyes were glued to it. Putting a hand on the back of the fox's head, Stripes gently pulled him forward until he felt that moist nose bump his package, at which point he pressed the smaller, younger male's face in firmly, grinding his musky junk on that fuzzy face. It wasn't nearly as sexual as it was dominant, and as surly as the fox acted around most, he seemed like a different person. He took it, sniffing and willingly nuzzling, imprinting on that intoxicating equine musk. With both hands, the jock slid his shorts down, revealing a hefty bulge in a maroon jock strap, like a fist trying to punch through the fabric. "I bet a fox like you could do a lot with a dick like mine, huh?" Stripes asked rather dryly, less of a question and more a comment on the tod's sexuality.

Soon the zebra had his new acquisition bent neatly over the bed, those jeans of his pooled uselessly about his ankles, and through both his strap and the tod's boxers, he was cruelly dry humping the head nerd, wedging that concealed weapon between the fox's thinly covered ass cheeks. Truth be told, he was still wondering if he ought to nail the buttslut here and now, or work on that pesky science paper. Staying in college was nice, yes, but goddamn, that fox had a tempting ass... Decisions, decisions... Tempted as the zebra was to leave it up to his divining rod, he knew what the answer would be; and begrudgingly, his future would have to come first. On the bright side... It made the fox want it even more, and he knew it. Teasing someone over the course of a few days was new to him, but he was enjoying the concept already. Standing up straight, he watched with a devious grin as the vulpine rolled over, panting hard, sporting a raging erection. Putting a knee on the bed, his other foot planted on the floor, he clutched the fox's hidden erection, tweaking and kneading it hard, leaning down to nip and lick the tod's neck. "I have practice Tuesday. Wait for me in the locker room. Got that, foxy?" The equine punctuated his little pet name with a tight squeeze to the foxy's bone, grinning toothily at the whining moan he made. "Yeah..." Was all the fox could manage to squeak out. Good enough.

Stripes sat at his desk, plugging the little USB drive into his laptop as the fox dressed. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the tod grip the doorknob. "Hold it." Flattening his ears, Ceeb turned back to the zebra, visibly shaken, and no doubt on the verge of a wicked case of blue balls. Without leaving his chair, the zebra slid out of his jock strap, grinning at the fox while he tossed him the musky article, effortlessly hanging it off his muzzle. "Most people get jerseys from their favorite players. Figure you might get more mileage out of that, huh foxy?" With his cheeks a shade of red just visible through the fur, he clutched the jock strap tightly, heading back to his room.

The fox had never masturbated five times in one night before.

The days drug on forever, particularly since the fox couldn't keep himself from burying his nose in that little gift every time he came to his dorm; which was much more frequent than usual. Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and finally, Tuesday. Ceeb had ritualistically studied Stripes' training schedule, finding himself borderline-obsessed with getting some of that dreamy jock. He was almost cartoonishly infatuated with him, though it was probably more to do with the notion of getting nailed by him.

The "date" was so important to him that the fox had even set a reminder for it on his phone. At 5:30 on the nose, it chimed for his attention, delivering a message that was intentionally cryptic: locker room. Just in case someone else saw it. Then again, it was laughably transparent anyway. Why else would a nerdy fox go to the locker room than to get some jock cock? Putting a friend in charge of the computer lab, Ceeb left, leaving his glasses in his dorm, taking into consideration that the zebra seemed to prefer him without them. Stepping into the locker room, he managed to enter just as the team, Stripes included, was redressing in their street clothes after a long, sweaty session of practice, and a group shower. The rank stench of musk and testosterone hit the faggy fox like a brick, nearly giving him a buzz. As the team passed him, each and every one of them eyeballed him; some even grinned and patted him on the shoulder. Something told the fox they knew what was going on, particularly since the zebra lingered behind and none of his friends called him ahead. He imagined that conversation, even going so far as to picture the zebra telling his buddies he'd be "nailing this fox later in the locker room." And that wasn't too far off the mark.

"Figured you'd show up. I knew you'd want some more of this." Stripes spoke with a broad grin, an almost malicious glint in his eyes. He shoved the locker room door shut, pulling a folding chair up under the knob without ever breaking eye contact. The zebra was practically menacing the fox, pinning him the wall, giving him absolutely no quarter, and the fox didn't ask for any. The jock was bare from the waist up, and Ceeb reached up with his soft, slender paws, caressing that finely tuned body, his pink-padded fingers tracing over every crease of muscle, pausing on his nipples, his pulse and breathing quickening in primal arousal. The zebra leaned even closer to the fox, too close for him to keep touching, and nipped the side of his neck. The tod practically melted, closing his eyes and shivering in an awesomely submissive way. There wasn't a trace of the surly fox in the computer lab. Stripes asked a question he knew the answer to days ago: "You gonna be a good foxy?"

Total obedience. He told the fox to undress, and you probably don't need to be told what the fox did. The zebra slid his jock strap down to the floor, kicking it away, and grabbed the fox, lifting him and pinning him down to one of the benches in one swift motion. It was just narrow enough that the tod could lie back with his feet on either side of the floor, a position he took right away. The way he laid, looking up at Stripes, gave the fox a look that was submissive in a most endearing way, and the zebra briefly noticed that the fox was, in fact, pretty cute like that. And then he straddled the bench, grabbing the fox's ankles and holding them high, lifting his back end off the bench without a bit of effort. With the fox in such a compromising position, he rubbed his swelling equine dick up against the fox, grinding that hardening meat between his cheeks, even across his taint and balls, not sparing any part of the fox from his lewd dry-humping. "Ah... Come on, fuck me..." Ceeb whined, and the zebra snickered, letting one of the tod's legs hang, reaching down to give his exposed, canine length a possessive, dominant grope. "What, you didn't get enough from smelling my underwear?" On top of that, he outright laughed when the fox took on the most indignant of expressions, going so far as to flatten his ears and stutter as he groped around for a good defense. At least he knew that that little souveinier didn't go to waste, not that he ever expected it to.

"I guess I could fuck you..." The dominant-and-loving-it zebra mumbled, going back to hotdogging the fox with his black, monolithic stallion dick, the flared tip oozing with pre, musk in liquid form. It matted the fur on the tod's taut rear, smearing it down with a seemingly limitless supply of that natural lubricant. The potent musk and the sheer volume of the stuff didn't go unnoticed by the zebra, either. He chuckled, pulling back to rub that broad tip over the fox's entrance, that little pucker impossibly small for what the zebra was packing. "What are you gonna bet your ass is gonna smell like my cock for the next month, huh foxy? Even as much sex this butt of yours gets, guys are gonna come near you and know I had you..." As he spoke, he had that cocky, almost sinister grin. The fox didn't deny a word of it, either, knowing and hoping that would be true. When it came down to it, he was a walking, tail-lifting stereotype.

The zebra pulled the fox up higher by his ankles, guiding that broad, pre-oozing flare against the tod's tight little pucker, grinding insistently upon it, smearing the orifice with viscous lube. Ceeb looked up at the zebra, his expression actually rather blank, as if in disbelief that the coolest guy in college was about to bone him, but those eyes of his were still asking for it. Hell, every part of the fox was asking for it, really. Stripes could smell it on him, and Ceeb knew he could. He could smell the fox's ready-to-breed musk even over the ambient masculinity of the locker room, impressive for a nerdy little fox. Hooking the fox's legs over his shoulders, Stripes gripped him with one paw on his thigh, the other taking hold of his dick, wielding it, considering how long it was. With clenched teeth, he worked it against the fox's snug butthole, letting out a little snicker as he felt that tight ring of muscle spread open for him, reluctantly letting in that oversized equine dong, much to the fox's delight, though the sound he made was a mix of that and godawful pain. The zebra had long since given up on asking his partners if it hurt too much; they always had every opprotunity to call him off. The fox crossed the point of no return a long time ago, and they both knew it, and the little slut didn't care.

"Mmm, tight... If I didn't know better..." The jock began, chuckling as he trailed off, that foot or so of pulsing manhood slowly disappearing into the fox's accomodating bottom. "Ahh, trust me... I'm not..." The fox mumbled, grinning up at the zebra, having somehow regained a bit of his composure. The pair let out a shared groan of a sigh as the zebra found his hips kissed up against the fox's ass, that horse dick nothing but a slight bulge in the fox's belly. Leaning over Ceeb, bending him in a way that would've crippled a less flexible creature, he snatched the fox up in a deep and possessive kiss, dragging his broad tongue over every inch of the frail vulpine's muzzle, an act that seemed to be mutually enjoyed. Ceeb rolled his eyes back before closing them, wrapping his arms around the quarterback's broad shoulders, hugging him close. The feel of that hard, perfectly sculpted body was irresistable, he couldn't get enough of it. For the time being, the fox was worshipping his very own Greek god; or at least someone who had a body to rival one.

Keeping his fox pressed tightly to the bench, the zebra slowly began rocking those strong hips, sliding back less than half his shaft's length each time, pulling back gently, shoving in hard. The equine pulled back from the kiss, but the fox kept a grip on his tongue, the two of them in a slobbery, writhing knot in midair, lasting all of ten seconds before the vulpine let the other tongue go free. He panted, his muzzle hanging open, that long, studded tongue drooping out. As much as the zebra would've liked to think he hadn't broken a sweat, he most certainly had, panting with the fox, right into his open muzzle, every thrust pulling out a little bit more of that horsecock, plowing it all back in just the same.

As he got more and more into nailing the writhing, begging basement-dweller beneath him, he pressed more of his weight on the fox, firmly sandwiching him between his muscle and the wood of the bench, grinning as he felt those scrawny arms wrap tightly around his thick neck. "That's right, hang on for your life, foxy..." The zebra growled, giving one of his perked ears a nip.

Even with all of that torturously arousing foreplay, the zebra still felt his orgasm a comfortable distance off. Growing bored with the position he had the little fox in, he stood slowly, pulling free of the clinging fox's arms. Grabbing Ceeb by the hip and the leg, he twisted him to lie on his side, the small fox complying without a word. Whatever the jock wanted was his, and the look he gave Stripes, desperate and horny as ever, nailed that down. After pushing his shaft back into the fox's loosened ass without a hitch, he balanced himself with an arm on the narrow bench, the other hand gripping the fox's thigh for leverage, which he made full use of, starting the fuck the fox sideways, pulling him back every time he shoved in, grinning at the gasping, panting foxboy benenath him.

Every little cry, gasp and yelp from the fox only spurred the zebra on, plowing the fox, his dick a long, black piston in the tod's ass, squirting musky, slick pre into that hot rump, those heavy balls slapping into the vulpine's thigh again and again and again, full to burst with thick jizz, ultra-fertile masculinity in baby-gravy form. Even if Ceeb was a guy, damned if his gay splooge wasn't gonna try to do it's job.

Nipping at Ceeb's neck with his even, flat teeth, Stripes asserted himself further, huffing and snorting on the tod's sensitive scruff, dragging his tongue over that prominent jugular artery, teasing the hell out of the foxboy. Dozens and dozens of powerful pelvic thrusts all soon came to fruition, the jock burying it in the fox balls-deep, grunting deep and pushing on the fox's thigh so hard, he wondered afterwards how he didn't break it. That aching horse dick of his let loose hard, pumping a geyser of thick, hot seed so deep into the fox, he'd probably be able to taste it. Selfishly, he ignored the fox's smaller, raging erection, relaxing on top of him, closing his eyes. And, obedient little slut he was, Ceeb didn't make a peep, even while pinned in such an odd position. He closed his eyes, panting hard under the jock, seemingly satisfied with the load the zebra had blown.

Minutes passed, and the zebra slowly slid free, his pride still hard as stone and ready for another round, dripping with that thick, virile jizz, but one look at the panting, shuddering, messy nerd beneath him and he knew that was it for the fox. Leaning down over the exhausted foxboy, he pecked him on the lips, something of a growl reverberating in his muscular chest. He gazed into the tod's eyes with affection and care, but what he said threw Ceeb for a loop. "Gonna have to get you a pillow for your little office chair, huh?" With that, he grinned from ear to ear and stood up, grabbing the fox's hands, pulling the poor, dazed creature to his feet.

He wasn't completely inconsiderate; he helped walk the awkwardly limping tod to the showers. Despite his sexual and physical exhaustion, Ceeb still enjoyed dragging a soapy washrag across the equine's body, wiping away sweat and musk, that look of slave-like devotion still in his eyes even post-coitus. "Listen, any time you wanna... You know..." Ceeb began, grinning impishly. Stripes returned that same grin, brushing the fox's wet hair out of his eyes. "Oh, I know. Trust me. Maybe I'll come by your room around ten or so..." He chuckled as the fox flattened his ears, catching that faint, red blush under the white fur of his muzzle. He let the tod sweat for a moment, before adding, "To bring you that pillow. What'd you think I meant, huh?" The zebra teased, giving him a soft punch on the shoulder. Typical jock.

Of course, before he'd let the tod rinse off and be on his way, Stripes pulled the soapy fox close, pressing up to his back, reaching down to grasp that swollen canine cock of his. Growling into Ceeb's ear, his hand glided along the fox's length with the aid of soap and water, giving the fox the most selective scrubbing possible. He snickered and pulled Ceeb close as he moaned and writhed, pressing back into the zebra's at-attention dick. "You earned this, foxy... Rrr, yeah..." Stripes nipped and bit periodically at Ceeb's perked ears, his other hand stroking over that fluffy chest, molesting the small fox. With an intimate understanding of canine anatomy, his hand slid down to the base of that dick, giving the swollen knot a cluster of massaging gropes and squeezes, in the process making the tod lock up and hiss, letting fly with a timid amount of jizz; thanks in no small part to the fox spending all his spare time beating his cock as though it owed him money, all thanks to that intoxicatingly musky strap he'd been given. "Atta boy..." The jock said with a condescending grin, rubbing under Ceeb's chin.

Stripes watched the refreshed fox dress and leave, still standing nude, wet, and hard, himself. "Good fuck..." He mumbled under his breath as the vulpine left with a little wave, disappearing to god knows where in the campus. A moment later, he felt a large and familiar paw close around his shaft, right in the middle of it, and caught a whiff of a familiar scent. That marsupial teammate of his... And from behind, he heard, "I was startin' to wonder when he was gonna leave..."

Stripes pulled free of the kangaroo's paw, turning around, putting his strong hands on the stocky roo's shoulders. There was that dirty smirk of his again, and his equine shaft, ready as ever, brushed over the other jock's washboard belly.

"And I was starting to wonder when you were gonna give in."