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This story depicts sexual acts between two gay furs. If you don't like gay action, or are under 18 (21 in some states) DON'T READ! For those of you that really want to, though, enjoy!

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"You're hair is all out of order. Come here and let me fix it."

"Mom! Stop it! DAD!"

"Do as your mother says, son."

It was late morning on an unseasonably-warm spring day on the campus of Gryffin Falls University. Cars were piling in, unloading supplies and students, parents kissing their scholars good-bye and their young-adults hating every moment. It was no exception for Cody James, a freshman to the college.

"Stop fidgeting," said his mother, "you're going to mess it up again."

The young husky patted his hair again. "It looks FINE. Can I go now?"

"Not without a hug," said his mother.

"Muh-OM!"

She opened her arms. Cody sighed and wrapped his arms around his mom. Then shook hands with his dad.

"Make sure you get involved in school activities," said his father, "football would be preferable."

"No thanks, dad," said Cody, grabbing his suitcase and duffel bag. "Are you guys coming in?" he asked, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt.

His parents exchanged a glance. "No," said his mother, "but we'll call tomorrow."

Cody swallowed hard. "O-okay. Bye."

His parents waved as he turned and walked across the center of the campus, towards the dorms.

It had been an 18-hour drive in the car, the whole time his mother telling him to change his underwear every day, do his laundry, don't leave dirty clothes on the floor, get to class on time, do his homework, no alcohol or drugs...while Cody rolled his eyes.

He was eighteen now, just having graduated high school the year before. He had wanted to come here to Gryffin Falls because it was the closest college he could dorm at, and he DESPERATELY wanted out of the house; not that he didn't love his parents, he just wanted to get off on his own.

But as he watched the car pull away, his heart sank a bit. But he looked ahead at the dorms.

The college itself was far from large; supporting just over 1,200 students, it was only six buildings large. There was a two-floor classroom building, a gym/rec center, cafeteria building, library, office building, and campus center. The dorms were off to the north end of the campus.

What Cody was most nervous about was who his room mate was going to be; he had ideas of some hideously-ripped sports star, or a geek glued to his computer for hours on end. He sighed as he walked to the dorm.

The dorms were in two buildings; one was the girls' dorms, the other the boys, with the boys on the right, closer to the gym building. Cody walked to the boys' dorms, nudging the door open with his elbow. He walked into the main lobby, which had a few couches and a TV in it. Beyond were two hallways that broke off, '001-101' one way, '102-170' the other. '200s' were on the second floor, then '300s' and so on.

Cody figured furs hung out here watching TV and chatting, but right now it was home to a long line, just about to the door, that started at a table that was proclaimed by a large, white sign as 'room assignment.' Cody stepped into line behind the huge group of raucous guys. He'd never felt so out of place; he always felt awkward in large groups because his fur coloration was so different from others. His deep blue fur, while good-looking, made him quite different. And he had no one here to talk to.

"God, what a line," came a voice behind him. He looked over his shoulder and saw a collie looking rather annoyed with the line before him, holding his bags. Next to him was a bewildered-looking fox. "Is this registration for rooms!?" he asked Cody.

Cody nodded.

"Damn," he said, dropping his bags and taking a place in line.

"Don't mind him," said the fox. "He's just afraid we won't get rooms together." He stuck his paw out. "I'm Lance, and this is Race."

Cody took Lance's paw, shaking it. "Hi."

"You look as at home here as we do," said Lance.

"Well, I don't know anyone...," said Cody, quietly.

"That's half the fun," said Lance. "This lug here is all I know."

"This lug is all the chance you have at action, buddy-boy," said Race, Lance in the ribs. Lance giggled. Cody looked at them funny.

"Race is my boyfriend," explained Lance.

"Oh," said Cody, lamely, feeling like an idiot.

"Don't like gays?" asked Race, moving forward a bit as the line moved and more furs piled in behind him.

"Never met any," said Cody, scuffing at the ground.

"Ya have now!" exclaimed Lance, patting him on the back. Cody laughed.

"What's your major?" asked Lance.

Cody shrugged. "Don't know, really...liberal arts, for now."

Lance nodded. "I'm not sure, myself. Race here is entertaining half-cocked ideas of being a doctor."

"Only because your sorry ass needs more health care than an entire nursing home," said Race.

"How long have you guys been...together?" asked Cody.

"Two years now, since junior year of high school," said Lance. "Best years of my life," he said, looking at Race.

"Well, I had to fight for you," said Race, bapping him on the nose.

They made idle chit-chat and were soon at the head of the line themselves. Cody stepped up to the table.

"Name?" asked a tiger at the desk.

"Uh, Cody James," he said.

"Room 314," said the tiger.

Cody took his stuff. "Guess I'm going up."

"We'll see ya later," said Lance. "Why don't you meet us here at six? We'll get something to eat."

Cody nodded and smiled. "Sounds good." He walked to the stairs, beaming with a smile that he'd made a couple friends already. He hit the steps with a bounce.

By the time he hit the third floor, he was gasping from carrying all of his gear. He hadn't had a work-out since high school gym class, and he was feeling it. It wasn't that he didn't look fit, he just didn't feel it.

He swore when he passed an elevator on the third floor.

He turned left down the hall, following a sign that stated '301-350.' Almost missing his room, he stopped at the door and used the key he'd been given at the desk. He opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him. Even with the door closed, he could hear other furs in the hallway.

The room was more spacious than he had pictured, and he soon figured out why; this room had three beds in it. He was apparently getting TWO roomies.

There was also a 'changing room' off to the left, a small closet, and a couple sets of drawers. Each floor had a communal shower and toilets.

Being the first, he figured he had prerogative to claim whatever bed he liked. He grabbed the one closest to the window, throwing his duffel and bag onto the bed.

He was just unzipping his bag when he heard a key turn in the lock. He looked up quickly as the door opened.

In stepped a dark-brown furred otter, with his own bag slung over his shoulder. He was dressed in blue jeans and a tight black shirt that read 'It Ain't Gonna Suck Itself.' He stopped when he saw Cody, regarding him with soft green eyes.

"Hey, there," he said. "You my roomie?"

"Um, one of them," said Cody, motioning to the three beds.

"Oh, yeah," said the otter, tossing his bag on the bed next to Cody's. "They mentioned that downstairs."

"It apparently slipped their mind when I was down there," said Cody.

The otter smiled. "What's yer name?"

"I'm Cody," he said.

"Nice to meet ya," said the otter. "I'm David-Jon, but all my friends call me DJ."

Cody nodded. "Nice to meet ya."

David laughed. "For clarification, you can call me DJ."

Cody grinned. "Okay, DJ." He was relieved his roomie was so nice.

DJ unzipped his bag now. "So, what're you in for?"

"Huh?" asked Cody.

"Major? Years?" asked DJ.

"Oh...uh, liberal arts, for now, probably four years," said Cody.

"Better have more than that in mind in four years," said DJ, opening the top drawer and putting his clothes away.

"I will," said Cody, looking outside. "What about you?"

"Me? A little of everything," said DJ.

"Meaning?..."

"I don't know yet either," said DJ, and laughed again.

"Claiming the top drawer?" asked Cody.

"You got the best bed, you sly dog," said DJ. "Only fair."

"What about the last guy?" asked Cody.

"Last gets the worst," said DJ.

Cody shrugged and started to put his stuff in the drawer below DJ's. His tail kept brushing against DJ.

"Sorry," said Cody, sheepishly.

"It's okay," said DJ, "I don't mind getting hit with a tail when it's attached to a butt as cute as your's."

"Um...thanks," said Cody, awkwardly.

DJ laughed. "Sorry, that was probably a little sudden. But I do have a tendency to let it slip every now and then."

The shirt DJ was wearing finally clicked for Cody. "OH! Now I get it!" he said, pointing at the shirt and laughed.

DJ grinned. "Well, I wasn't allowed to wear it in high school, so on it went for college. And it's true ya know." He sat down on the bed. "You don't have a problem with it...do you?"

Cody shook his head. "No, not at all. My parents are...far less open-minded about it, but that didn't contaminate me!"

DJ sighed. "Good, I didn't want to have to switch rooms on day one."

As soon as DJ finished his sentence, the door lock clicked again and the last of the three stepped in. The fur, a raccoon, stopped in the doorway looking at them. He was dressed in khakis pants, a red button-up shirt, and a blue blazer. His brown eyes flicked back and forth from Cody to DJ.

Cody got one immediate impression; the rich, preppy kid.

"Um...hi," said the raccoon. "Uh...should I come back? I think I have the wrong place," he said, quietly.

"No," said DJ, "there's three beds in here. C'mon in."

"O-okay," said the raccoon, stepping in slowly. He dropped his bag on the bed next to DJ, and sat down. He didn't say anything else, just stared at his feet.

"What's your name?" asked DJ.

"Um...Jaime," he said, not looking up. It was obvious he was quite painfully shy.

"We're not gonna bite," said Cody. "Aren't you a little...over-dressed?"

"Oh, this?" asked Jaime, pointing to his blazer. "My mom made me wear this for the first day." He shrugged it off. "I couldn't wait to get out of it." He undid his button-up too, exposing his bare chest, and threw it across the bed.

"For someone who only said two words to us, you're pretty free about undressing," said Cody. DJ just watched the coon's chiseled chest and his pants that hung low on his hips.

Jaime dug out a white T-shirt. "My parents always sent me to summer camp; no more modesty for me." He pulled the shirt over his head, and DJ lost interest.

"What're you majoring in?" asked Cody to Jaime.

"Oh, um...business," said Jaime, playing with his paws.

DJ looked over at Cody, who shook his head. He turned back to Jaime. "Would you feel better if you had a few friends around?"

"Yeah," said Jaime. "But they're all back home."

DJ stood up. "Not anymore! C'mon, the three of us can go do something."

"L-l-like what?" asked Jaime.

"I don't know," he said, "but it's a college town, there's bound to be stuff to do!"

Cody stood up. "Sounds good to me; but, it'll have to be local, I don't have a car."

"Me neither," said Jaime.

"It's OK," said DJ, jingling a keyring. "I do!"

***

They cruised down the main street of Gryffin. The town itself was fairly small for a college town, but still supported about twenty to thirty bars, all of which seemed to be in great shape financially.

"So, how does someone your age afford a brand new car?" asked Cody, marveling at DJ's blue Chevy Cobalt.

"Gift from my parents," said DJ. "So I could drive myself here and back for holidays and such." He looked over at Jaime in the passenger seat. "So, kid, see anything exciting yet."

"I don't care," said Jaime, not looking from the window. "You guys pick."

"Nuh-uh," said DJ. "I'm not stopping this car until you pick a place to stop."

"Anywhere?" asked Jaime.

"Anywhere," said DJ.

"Um...I've always wanted to go to a movie," said Jaime.

"You've....never gone to a movie?" asked Cody quizzically from the backseat.

"...No," said Jaime, embarrassed.

"Then a movie it is!" exclaimed DJ. "There's got to be a theatre around here somewhere."

"How come you're so nice?" asked Jaime.

"Because...well, just because," said DJ. "Now, that looks like a theatre to me." He motioned to a building on the right. Only two movies were listed, and both were at least six months old. They ended up seeing a comedy.

Jaime went into the theatre to get seats while Cody and DJ got snacks.

"Why did you want to come out with US anyway?" asked Cody. "You could be hanging with some cooler people."

"You're not cool?" asked DJ.

"Not according to my high school," said Cody, sadly.

"Well, that's the fun part of college; you get to leave all that crap behind," said DJ. He looked away at the menu listing. "ALL of it."

Cody was going to ask him what he meant, but DJ had already stepped forward and was getting popcorn and drinks. He handed Cody some snacks and they walked into the theatre. They looked around in the gloom, trying to spot Jaime. Cody pointed in the center when he saw the raccoon waving his paws in the air.

"There you guys are," said Jaime. "I was wondering if you coming back."

"Of course we were," said DJ, handing him some food.

"...Of course," said Jaime, quietly.

The movie started and the three of them watched it in silence, save the crunching of popcorn and slurping of sodas.

When it was over, they walked back outside, blinking at the bright sunlight.

"That was fun," said Jaime, finishing his soda.

"Good," said DJ. "Well, what now?"

Cody glanced at his watch. "Erm...I need to get back. I promised a couple guys I ran into that I'd meet them for dinner."

DJ nodded. "Okay, we'll head back.

***

When Cody hit the dorm lobby, he saw Lance and Race sitting on the couches.

"Just made it," said Lance, looking over his shoulder.

"Yeah, I was already out and about," said Cody, pointing to the car where Jaime and DJ still were sitting. DJ had asked Jaime if he wanted to get something to eat, and Jaime had said yes.

"So, where're we going?" asked Cody.

"Pizza?" asked Race. "Passed a little corner joint on the way in, and those kinds of places ALWAYS have the best pizzas."

"I'm up for it," said Lance.

"Any food is good for me," said Cody.

The three went out back to the student parking lot. Race unlocked the door on his car and they piled in.

"You guys come in the same car?" asked Cody, jumping in the backseat.

"Yeah," said Lance from the passenger's seat.

"And your parents...know?" asked Cody.

"Yep," said Lance.

"Hmm."

"I still get the impression you're not fully OK with this," said Race, starting the car.

"No," said Cody slowly. "It's just...my parents are wildly religious, anti-gay in the extreme. I refuse to let it rub off on me, though."

"The anti-gay or being a fag?" asked Race, pulling out of the lot.

Cody's ears went flat against his head.

"Race!" chided Lance.

"...Sorry," said Race.

"...It's okay," said Cody, looking out the window. None of the them said anything until they got to the pizza parlor.

Every other student in the college must have seen the restaurant and had the same idea, because it was packed; wall-to-wall furs, loud and rambunctious, yelling out orders, conversation, and obscenities.

"Whoa," said Lance, quietly.

"Want to go somewhere else?" asked Race.

"No," said Lance. "We'll just get it to go. I'll go in and order."

Race pulled up next to the curb, and let Lance out, who went inside with money. Cody stole a furtive side glance at Race, then looked back out the window.

"Look," said Race, "I'm sorry for before, really."

"I know," said Cody.

"Then why do you still look hurt?" asked Race.

"Because it DID hurt," said Cody, still looking away. "I...I never had many friends, and I meet you guys on the first day, and I did something to make you mad already."

"I'm not mad at you," said Race. "I've been lashing out at any homophobic ideals since junior year, real or imaginary."

Cody turned and looked at him.

Race turned in his seat to face Cody. "When Lance was in high school, something...bad happened to him. I'm not going to detail it now; if he wants, he can tell you. But I think it hurt me more than him. I've had this grudge against anti-gays since; been in a couple fights since because of it. But I don't want to drive you off, too."

Cody grinned. "Aw, you won't drive me off that easy."

"Good," said Race, looking over the pizza joint. Lance was just coming back out.

"Well?" asked Race after Lance got in.

"Forty minute wait," said Lance. "I ordered us a large cheese and pepperoni."

"So, how do we kill forty minutes?" asked Race.

"Unless my eyes deceive me," said Cody, "I think that's a video arcade over there." He pointed straight ahead on the left.

"So it is," said Lance. "You guys got quarters?"

Both nodded.

"OK," said Lance. "Race, take us in!"

The video arcade was even louder than the pizza place was. Flashing lights, sounds of explosions and gunfire, engines revving, skee-ball rolling up the ramp, and furs yelling.

"Wow," said Cody.

"I think we found the local hang-outs," said Lance, stepping up to a shooter arcade machine. "C'mon, Cody!"

Cody grinned and grabbed the second gun, while he and Lance popped in quarters.

"So, are you going to the Freshman Party tomorrow night?" asked Lance, between gunshots.

"Freshman Party?" asked Cody.

"Yeah. The college is holding a party for freshmen-only," said Lance. "Race and I are going."

"Hmmm," said Cody. "Maybe I will then."

"Cool," said Lance. He looked over his shoulder at Race, who had settled into a racing game.

They drifted from game to game, playing this and that, and Cody forgot all about the fact that he felt so self-conscious just a short time before.

Forty minutes ago, to be exact.

"Whoa, it's time!" called out Race.

"Good timing," said Cody, "I just ran out of quarters."

They went back down to the pizza parlor and picked it up, still fighting through a crowd of furs. They drove back to the dorms and went into Race and Lance's room, which was on the first floor.

"Lucky," said Cody, "down here on the first floor," he said as they opened the door.

"And closest to the cafeteria, too," said Lance, flipping on the light.

It was a double room, so it was a little smaller than Cody's room; Cody also made note of the fact they'd pushed the two beds together. Other than that, it was just like his.

"Gonna be interesting in the shower," said Lance. Race giggled.

"How so?" asked Cody.

"Have you even LOOKED at the bathrooms, yet?" asked Race.

"No...," said Cody.

"Oh," said Race, and grinned.

"The showers are wide-open," said Lance. "Guys like us are going to have a fun time; guys like you are gonna hate it."

"Oh," said Cody.

Lance opened the pizza box. "Ah, don't worry right now, anyway. Let's eat!"

The three of them picked the pizza apart in record time, leaving nothing behind but grease stains.

"Not bad," said Cody. "Better back home."

"That so?" asked Lance.

"Yeah," said Cody. "Home-made dough and sauce at the place I usually go."

"Does sound good," said Race.

"So, what're you guys doing tomorrow?" asked Cody.

Lance shrugged. "Besides the party, dunno. We still have two days before class starts. Maybe find a mall or something to cruise."

"I see," said Cody.

"You wanna come?" asked Race.

"No," said Cody, shaking his head. "I can't tag along with you guys ALL the time."

"It's okay," said Lance. "Anytime you wanna drop by or do something, no biggie."

Cody grinned. "I'll remember that." He looked at his watch. "I'm going to head back to my dorm. I'll see you guys at the party tomorrow."

Good-byes were exchanged and Cody took the elevator upstairs. He went to his room and opened the door. He was disappointed to find it empty.

He sighed and sat on the edge of his bed. There was a TV in the corner, but he doubted EVERY room had cable; he had his XBox in his bag, but didn't feel like unpacking it yet. Instead, he reached into his duffel and grabbed a book.

Cody was just turning the page when the door opened and DJ slipped in, wearing nothing but a towel and carrying his bath bag, water sliding down his slick fur.

"Heya," said DJ. He closed the door and tossed his bag on the bed.

"Hi," said Cody, looking over the top of his book. He watched as DJ rummaged in his dresser drawer, throwing clothes onto the bed. When he was satisfied, he dropped his towel.

Cody felt his stomach physically clench up when he saw DJ's firm, toned buttocks come into view. His eyes went wide as he took in the otter's sculpted legs, where he could see DJ's sac bouncing between the cleft in his butt. When he turned, Cody could just see the hint of his cockhead peeking from its sheath. He quickly averted his eyes back to his book once he'd stolen a glance.

DJ grinned a little as he watched the husky pretend like he wasn't checking him out. He made a point of putting his boxers on only after his shirt, but Cody didn't look over again. DJ pulled his boxers up and lay down on his bed.

Cody could feel a blush welling up in himself, and it wasn't helped by the fact that his pants were tented up under his boner. He sat up, leaning over his crotch.

"I'll be right back," he said, getting up, "gotta pee."

DJ nodded, slipping on a pair of headphones and grabbing a CD player.

Cody almost ran down the hall and into the communal bathroom. No one else was around, and for that he was thankful. He stumbled into one of the stalls and locked it, sitting on the toilet lid. He shook his head and buried his face in his paws. He'd never gotten so aroused over ANYONE, male or female. He'd once had a girlfriend, but it been for a week back in ninth grade; she'd never even kissed him. It was his only shot, because she was the only female husky in the school, and his parents had forbidden him to date outside his species, even other canines.

As he pressed his face into his paws, he still his own penis press painfully against the denim of his jeans. He was still shocked at the immediate reaction from seeing DJ naked.

He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down, and then pulled the elastic of his boxers down just enough to let his pink cock loose. It glistened under the fluorescent lights, and he was tempted to wrap his paw around his own cock and let himself go. But his parents had long ago instilled in him that masturbation was wrong, and that God hated people who did it, like He hated gays, and they all burned in Hell. He'd only started to paw-off once, and he stopped in the middle when he started to leak.

But now, his parents weren't around.

He clenched himself in his massive, white paw and slid it up and down his cock. It felt good, especially when he ran it over his head. He breathed in deeply when he started to pump up and down on himself. He slipped his boxers down further so he grasp at his furry testicles while he pleasured himself. He rolled his balls around, and pumped up and down on his cock; he'd go slow for a minute, then fast, then slow again, alternating back and forth, backing off a bit when he felt his cock go numb. He knew that meant he was nearing his orgasm.

He leaned back, getting his cock as straight and rigid as possible, rubbing himself up and down, feeling his semen deep within him welling up near his cock head.

He stopped momentarily when he saw his own knot pop clear of his sheath. He was puzzled for a second; he'd actually never seen his own. He'd seen it on others, usually pups, back in gym class when they got aroused; not because they were gay, just the influx of sex and the sight of others.

Removing his free paw from his balls, he wrapped it around his knot and kept pumping with his other. It felt incredible when he stimulated his knot as he pawed-off. He tickled, teased, and held onto it. He even put his paw under it and squeezed upward; it felt like an electrical charge moving through his cock, and he liked it. He experimented with all manner of ways to excite himself, feeling his orgasm always right there on the edge, semen collecting in his, by now, red cockhead. Pre-cum slipped down his member, and he used it as lube, most of it being absorbed into his fur, but still had enough to slick up himself.

He felt a slight convulsion at the base of his cock, that his orgasm was coming. He tried to back off again, but just felt cum coursing through his body. So he resumed his pumping up and down, tightening under his knot to milk himself.

When he finally came, his right leg kicked a little as the first ribbon of semen cleared his slit. It actually had such force behind it, it hit the stall door, and started to slide down. Most of the subsequent spasms hit his paw or the floor, one glob hitting his pants' leg.

When it was over, he was panting heavily, his tongue lolling out. He'd never felt anything so intense in his life; it was so freeing, and felt so good. But, then he remembered what had brought it all on; DJ's naked body. When that thought flashed into his head, he almost felt his cock go completely hard again.

He stood up, grabbing a wad of toilet paper, wiping down himself, his pants, the floor and the door. When he satisfied everything had been wiped off, he flushed it all down the toilet and went back to his room.

"Gone for quite awhile," said DJ, as Cody came in.

"Erm...long line," said Cody, sitting down, praying an otter's sense of smell wasn't as good as his own, because he could smell his own musk all the way from his crotch.

"Ah," said DJ.

Cody lay down and rolled over, away from DJ. He could still feel a wet spot on his boxers where some left-over cum was sticking to the fabric.

Jaime practically followed him through the door, setting some books down on the dresser.

"Where you been?" asked DJ.

"O-over at the bookstore," said Jaime, "getting my stuff for Monday. The line is HUGE!"

"As long as the bathroom line?" asked DJ, looking at Cody, who perked his ears up a little.

Jaime looked puzzled. "There's no line at the bath--"

"Hey!" said Cody, rolling over, cutting off Jaime, "Either of you two going to the party tomorrow?"

"The freshmen thing?" asked DJ. "I saw some signs for it; looks like fun."

"P-party?" asked Jaime, almost visibly shrinking. "I d-d-d-don't do parties very well..."

"Then it's time you learned!" said DJ. "You have to come with us!"

"I dunno," said Jaime.

"At least think about it," said Cody.

Jaime nodded. "I will."

DJ looked at the clock on the wall. "Well, it's eight-thirty, and I'm bored!" He took his headphones. "What're we gonna do?"

"I brought along my XBox," said Cody. "If that TV has hook-ups, we can play."

"Sounds good," said DJ, sliding over to the TV, looking around. Cody's eyes were transfixed on the top of DJ's boxers, which had slipped down and were showing of his butt again. He felt the stirring in his pants again.

"It does," said DJ, turning and standing up. Cody quickly shot his eyes up from DJ's crotch.

"Okay," said Cody, handing him the console and plugs. They had the system up and running with "Halo2" playing in no time.

The three of them played well into the morning, until around two AM when Jaime proclaimed he was finished. DJ said he was too, so they hung it up and went to bed.

Cody slid under the covers, mumbling good-night to the other two. He still could smell his ejaculate on himself under the blanket. He let his hand drift to his crotch again, rubbing at himself, feeling his cock go rigid as he thought about DJ.

He fell asleep with his hand around his cock.

***

Cody twitched his ears slightly, feeling a warm breeze come across them; which he found odd, since he was inside. He opened his eyes and saw DJ blowing gently across them.

"What're you doing?" asked Cody, groggily.

"Waking you up," said DJ, slyly. He hovered a cup in front of Cody. "Coffee?"

Cody sat up and took the cup gratefully, sipping at the caffeine. He looked over his shoulder at Jaime, snoring softly. "Why did you wake HIM up?"

"He's next," said DJ. "There's a mandatory dorm meeting in half an hour. I let you sleep as long as possible. I wanted to get you up since I figured you'd want a shower. You reek!"

"Gee, thanks," said Cody, swatting at DJ playfully, who artfully dodged the sleepy husky's swing.

DJ crossed over to Jaime's bed, where he mercilessly ripped the covers off the raccoon and started to tickle his foot-paws. Jaime bolted wide awake, giggling and screaming as DJ's fingers danced across the soles of Jaime's paws.

"OK, OK, I'm up, just stop!" yelled Jaime, gasping for breath.

DJ relented, poking Jaime one last time. "Dorm meeting in half an hour. Up and at 'em."

Jaime rolled over and got on his feet, now back to his usual meek demeanor. "Okay. Um, I'm going to shower then."

"Me, too," said Cody. But as he said it, a thought crossed his mind; he would see Jaime nude. And Jaime was going to see him. If tried to stall, he would look like a wuss in front DJ and Jaime. He knew he was going to have to deal with it; if it wasn't Jaime, it would be another fur. He couldn't just hang around until the bathroom was empty.

Cody rummaged around in his mostly-unpacked bag, retrieving things like deodorant, shampoo, toothpaste, etc. Jaime took a neatly pre-packed kit from his bag and strode out the door. Cody followed right behind.

As they opened the door, they could already hear running water and other guys' voices. The bathroom was quite misty, but Cody could make out nude figures in the clouds.

He set his gear down on the edge of the sink and went into one of the stalls to relieve himself first. He took several deep breaths as he peed, chiding himself for being such a baby. He'd showered in gym class and everything else before, this was no different. He'd even been on the soccer team, so he usually showered at school twice a day on some occasions.

But he'd never been turned on by it before.

He stepped from the stall, taking his shirt off as he did. He wasn't sure what was considered 'buff' here, but he knew he wasn't it; a year of not being on school sports had left with depleted muscle tone, and little more body fat than he had before. His sculpted abdominals muscles and pecs were still obvious, and his arms were still nicely bulked by muscle more than fat.

"What's that?" asked Jaime, who was also stripping.

"What?" asked Cody, looking down.

"Around your neck," said Jaime.

"Oh! That," he said, holding up his necklace. "Just a cross."

"You're religious?" asked Jaime.

"No," said Cody, "but my parents are...deeply. I've worn this I was five. I didn't want to, but it was better than arguing."

"Why not take it off?" asked Jaime, taking off his boxers.

Cody shrugged. "I...I don't know." He walked past Jaime.

He stopped at the entry to the shower area, seeing several naked furs inside, soaping up, laughing and talking with one another.

He stripped off the shorts he'd slept in and left them with his towel on the sink. He walked in and turned the faucets on, feeling cold water at first, then hot, matting down his fur. He saw Jaime step up next to him, looking straight ahead.

"Four years of this?" he quietly asked Cody, who was already soaping up.

"Yep," said Cody. "Feel self-conscious?"

"A little," said Jaime, bending forward rather than turning around to wash his back.

"Need a little help there?" came a voice. Cody looked over his shoulder, through the bubbles on his head, at a fairly-tall lynx standing there, looking at Jaime.

"Um..n-n-no, I can manage," said Jaime, looking forward again. Cody couldn't help but notice the fact that the lynx was very happy to be where he was.

"Oh, c'mon," said the lynx. "Let me get your back and those cute buns for you!"

"I'm o-o-okay," said Jaime.

"What about you, sugar-doggy?" asked the lynx, moving to Cody. "Places you can't reach?"

"Naw, I'm good," said Cody, trying to keep his eyes off of the lynx's cock.

"Too bad," said the lynx, looking around Cody, "cuz you're a HUSKY husky."

Cody blushed.

The lynx moved on, turning on a faucet at the far and chatting with a fur he obviously knew very well.

"What was that?" asked Jaime, looking over at Cody.

Cody shrugged. "College is a time of exploration and new things for a lot of people."

"No me, no thanks," said Jaime.

Cody said nothing, just washing himself off; though he kept catching himself looking at Jaime in his peripheral vision. At the raccoon's low-hanging testicles, and his cock hidden down in his furry sheath. Cody turned slightly to the left, so he would be tempted.

When they were done, Cody stepped over to the sink, wrapping his towel around himself and drying off. He went about his usual routine; brushing his teeth, combing down his fur, etc.

"Aww, what a shame to hide that," came a voice; the same lynx from before. He sidled up next to Cody.

"I'm really not interested," said Cody.

"Ah, I'm just flirting and messing around," said the lynx. "I've never been in a room with this much cute ass before!"

Cody just scrubbed his teeth.

"I'm Kale, by the way," said the lynx, sticking out his paw.

"Ith C'by," said Cody, the toothbrush still in his maw. He removed it, and Kale laughed. "I'm Cody." He took Kale's paw.

"And who's your nervous friend who won't look at me?" asked Kale, looking past Cody at Jaime.

"That's Jaime," said Cody, "and he's painfully shy, I'm afraid."

Jaime just looked over at Kale, saying nothing.

"Well, he is a little cutie-coon," said Kale. "What room are you two in?"

"Room three-fourteen," said Cody. "There's three of us in there."

"Ooh, a four-way!" squealed Kale. Cody laughed a little and Jaime moved faster to get out.

"He really is shy, isn't he?" asked Kale as Jaime left.

"Yeah, he is," said Cody.

"So, I take it you don't like the boys?" asked Kale, spraying on some cologne.

"No," said Cody, finishing up. "Not in a sexual way, anyway. But if you're ever bored, drop by the room, I'll introduce you to the last guy."

Kale smiled. "Sounds fun! My room mate is BORING! He's one of these goth furs, who sit around all in black, shunning sunlight, and writing brooding poems to their cat."

Cody laughed out loud, packing in his stuff. "You going to the party tonight?"

"Well, duh," said Kale, "I need some excuse to dance like an idiot." He passed Cody, opening the door and leaving. "Later, sugar-doggy."

Cody gathered his stuff and walked back to the room, in his towel. He opened the door and stepped inside.

DJ whistled when he came inside. "Hot-dog!"

Cody blushed. "Am not."

"Are, too," said DJ. "I'm the expert, remember?" Both of them laughed.

"Where's Jaime?" asked Cody, throwing his stuff on the bed and bending over to look in his drawer for clothes.

"In the uh...," began DJ, but paused mid-sentence when he saw the wet towel outlining Cody's features perfectly. He snapped back when Cody straightened up. "In the changing room. Still a little shy, I guess."

"Especially after this morning," said Cody, and related what happened in the shower with Kale.

"Horny little lynx, eh?" asked DJ. "Have to look him up, later." He grinned.

Cody pulled his boxers up, keeping his towel on. He let it drop free after his boxers were up.

"Awww, no fair, you saw mine!" complained DJ.

Cody laughed, and kept pulling his clothes on.

Jaime came from the changing room, all dressed. "Ready to go?"

Cody buttoned up his shirt. "Am now."

The three of them went down to the lobby, where most of the dorm had already gathered. There was a small podium at the front, where two furs stood; one a tiger, the other a jaguar.

As Cody, Jaime, and DJ hit the ground floor, the tiger stepped up to the podium. "Good morning, classmen. I'll keep this brief; I know you have better ways to spend the last forty-eight hours of freedom before our professors keep you busy. My name is Gerald, but you're welcome to call me Jerry, and I am the RA here at the West dorms, otherwise known as the male dorms. I have been the RA here for the past three and a half years; yes, this is my last semester. I'll be introducing the RA-in-training in a moment. First, I'm gonna lay the ground rules here at the West

"First and foremost, alcohol and drugs are EXPRESSLY forbidden in the West dorms, and anywhere on campus for that matter, with the strict exception of the top floor of the dorms. That is the senior floor and the only place alcohol may be consumed. If, at any time, alcohol is found anywhere else on the premises, or minors are on the top floor, this privilege will be revoked and the parties involved expelled. In three and a half years, I've never had to do this; let's keep the tradition going.

"For you new people, keep conduct here in the halls and rooms as you would at home; that means keep your rooms orderly, the laundry area tidy, and the bathrooms...well, as clean as possible. Even I understand pissing at two AM drunk is a task left to those with incredible motor co-ordination and a lot of luck."

That remark got a quiet laugh from the crowd.

"But seriously, keep this place as neat as possible. The cleaning crew only comes once every other week; the rest of the time it's up to us. Also, there's a Freshmen Party this evening starting at seven; finger-food, non-alcoholic drinks, and music only a deaf person would enjoy will all be included."

The group laughed out loud.

"Now, I will introduce who will be your RA starting next semester; those of you who are graduating this semester can just close your ears and hum for the next five minutes."

The jaguar stood and came up next to the tiger.

"This is Bryce, and he's been here at Gryffin for a year and a half. He'll be in training with me this semester, and will take over when I graduate. For all intents and purposes, though, he already has full authority here in the dorm; what he says goes, just as if I said it."

"Good morning, all," said Bryce. "I'm looking forward to being your RA next semester, and getting to know you new guys. I've already been here in the dorms for a year, so some of you already look familiar. I'll be seeing you guys around."

Gerald took back over. "Alright, that's about it; don't do anything I guess would be the footnote here. I don't want to have to throw anyone out. If you've got a problem, or don't know what to do about something, or if it may get you in trouble, you can come see me or Bryce night or day. We're both down in room 101. Have a good semester, guys."

"I think it's odd the RA's don't get their own rooms," said Cody as the group started to disban.

"Don't you know?" asked a bulldog in front Cody, turning around. "Ger and Bry there are an 'item.'"

"Huh?" asked Cody.

"They're faggots," said a wolf next to the bulldog. "Butt-fucking fairies."

Cody looked over at DJ, who was impassive.

"I wouldn't go near them; might end up with AIDS," said the wolf, and he and the bulldog walked away laughing.

"DJ, why didn't you--?" started Cody, but DJ cut him off.

"Because people like that aren't worth the time," sneered DJ. He looked over at Cody and smiled. "Come on, I'm hungry! Let's get breakfast!"

***

It was already nearing eleven, well-past breakfast time, but furs were still piling in, getting cereal and eggs, most having slept off a hangover from the night before. Or from just staying up too late.

Cody was looking around when he spotted two familiar faces. "Lance! Race!" he called.

The fox and collie in the line looked over and smiled when they saw the husky. They paid the cashier and came over.

"Hey, there," said Lance. "These your friends?"

"Yeah. DJ and Jaime, these are Lance and Race," said Cody.

"Hi," said DJ.

"'lo," said Jaime, looking at his feet.

"Wanna join us?" asked Cody.

"We're going to eat outside," said Lance. "Just a little 'us' time."

"Oh...well, okay, I'll see you guys at the party then," said Cody.

"You bet," said Race, and he Lance walked outside.

"Nice guys," said DJ, getting in line and grabbing a tray, loading it up with fruit and eggs.

"I can't wait until we get those meal tickets so we don't have to pay for this every time," said Cody, grabbing a carton of milk and mini-box of cereal.

"Probably not 'til Monday," said DJ, digging out and five and handing it to cashier.

Cody looked back at Jaime, who just had fruit. "That all you want?" asked Cody.

"It's all I'm allowed," said Jaime. "My parents say I'm a vegetarian."

"So you've never had meat?" asked Cody.

"Nothing besides what's natural," said Jaime.

Cody tossed a box of cereal on Jaime's tray. "Try that."

"But...," began Jaime.

"Just trust me," said Cody, "you're parents aren't here anymore. Be adventurous."

Jaime sighed. "Okay." He looked at Cody. "Then why don't you take off that necklace?"

"The cross?" asked Cody.

"Yeah," said Jaime.

"I...I," stammered Cody, looking at it in his hands. He'd never even thought to take it off since he'd gotten to the college. But now his parents weren't here; if he could paw-off, he could take the stupid necklace.

He slipped it over his head and put it in his pocket. "There."

Both of them checked out and joined DJ at the table.

"Still a long time until the party," said DJ, looking at his watch. "I think I might go brave the line and get my books."

"Might as well come with you," said Cody, "no sense in putting it off."

"Sounds good," said DJ. "Even though you got your's, wanna come along?" he asked Jaime.

Jaime shook his head. "No, I'm going to arrange stuff I didn't unpack yet and go get another copy of my class schedule; I forgot mine at home."

"Well, just be ready by seven, 'kay?" asked DJ. "Cuz you ARE coming!"

Jaime smiled. "I will be."

***

Cody looked at his watch; three o'clock. He and DJ had been in line since noon, and were only halfway there.

"Oh, MAN," sighed Cody, "this is taking forEVER!"

"Imagine tomorrow," said DJ, quietly.

"No, thanks," said Cody. "What do you think is up with Jaime?"

"What do you mean?" asked DJ, stepping forward as the line moved.

"I mean, being forced to be a vegetarian, never having seen a movie," said Cody. "It's kinda...weird."

DJ shrugged. "Strict parents, probably."

"I guess," said Cody. He looked out down the line; he couldn't even see the doors yet; they were still outside.

"At last it isn't raining," said DJ, cheerfully.

"I guess," said Cody.

It would be after five before they hit the end of the line, and finally were able to retrieve their books. They went back to their dorm, happy to get off their feet. Jaime was also missing again.

"It's awful quiet in the dorms," said Cody.

"Yeah," said DJ, flipping on his CD player, sitting back to rest for the party.

Cody ducked out into he hall, going to down the bathroom. He went inside, his paws slapping on the linoleum floor. He went into the stall and unzipped his fly.

He was just finishing when he heard two more furs come in. They were talking in low tones, both obviously male. Cody watched both sets of paws move into the stall next to his.

"God, why do you always want to do it on the third floor?" asked the first voice; Cody recognized it as Bryce, the jaguar from the morning meeting.

"It's always the cleanest," said the second voice; Gerald.

Cody watch as both sets of footpaws were facing the wall, then two sets of pants and boxers hit the floor. Cody felt his penis hanging out start to get hard, because he knew what was going on the other side; he just wanted to see it.

In the other stall, Bryce was bracing himself against the back of the toilet. Gerald leaned in close. "Bend over," he whispered.

Bryce did as instructed, and bent forward a little, showing his tailhole and dangling balls. Gerald licked his lips as he gazed at the submissive jaguar. He lifted Bryce's tail and plunged his erect cock into his tailhole, burying it deep; Bryce was loose from several previous engagements. He and Gerald had been together since Bryce had arrived at Gryffin.

Gerald thrust himself back and forth, snarling deep in his throat, bucking his hips back and forth. He thrust into his lover over and over, and smiled when he saw Bryce reach up and start stroking his own cock.

On the other side, Cody had his paw around his own dick again, pumping slowly, closing his eyes in pleasure. He felt even better having a picture in his mind of Gerald pushing his thick cock into Bryce, over and over.

Which was exactly what was Gerald was doing.

"Mmm, big kitty," said Bryce, pawing himself faster now. He could feel Gerald swelling inside his rear end, signaling that the cat would be blowing his load inside Bryce soon. Gerald could feel himself getting ready, his cock going more rigid. But he wasn't backing off or fighting it; he was letting himself cum. He started to thrust faster, and Bryce kept time with him.

Cody was fondling his balls now, feeling his own orgasm approaching rapidly. He let his paw slide over his cock, then up, and back down. He'd never felt anything so good before pawing-off.

Gerald pressed his pelvis against Bryce's tailbone as he came into the jaguar, feeling his ribbons of sperm loop out into Bryce, some of the hot seed spilling back down onto his own testicles. Bryce gasped when he felt Gerald cum into him, and splattered the toilet with his own sticky, white seed. Gerald kept pressing harder until he'd expended himself fully, panting heavily.

When Cody heard Gerald panting, he knew he'd cum, and the idea of Gerald flooding the other fur with semen put Cody over the edge, and he came onto the floor, a puddle of his own goopy semen hitting the ground.

"Oh, my," said Bryce, "looks like we had an audience."

"Hey, kid," said Gerald. Cody held his breath. "Like that?"

Cody said nothing.

Gerald chuckled, disengaging from Bryce. "I'd say it's apparent you did." Gerald and Bryce cleaned up their 'mess,' unlocked the stall and left.

Cody finally breathed out. That had been even more intense than the night before.

He cleaned up his own semen and walked back down to his room.

"Another line?" asked DJ.

"Yeah," said Cody, putting his hands in his pocket to try and hide what was left of his erection.

"Ready to party soon?" asked DJ.

"You bet!" said Cody, still with his mind in Gerald and Bryce. What was going ON? He'd never had sex thoughts about guys before, but now his first two pawing sessions had occurred because of guys.

"Well, I'm gonna change, and as soon as Jaime comes back, we're gonna go," said DJ, taking off his shirt.

Cody stood up. "I...uh, am going for a walk. I'll be back later."

DJ watched him as he walked out of the room, still amused by the smell of semen on him.

***

Cody sat on a bench in the quad, surrounded by furs all over; walking, talking, a few nearby even playing frisbee. But all he kept thinking of was what he'd been doing lately. His parents had been so homophobic when he was growing up; they wouldn't even let him watch certain movies for fear it would 'taint' him. They wanted him to eventually be with a good-looking husky female, and have a full ceremony in their church. What would they say to him masturbating in the stall to the idea of guys?

But it wasn't like he'd had sex with a guy yet. This was just a fluke for now. There were plenty of attractive girls nearby. He let himself watch a few of them go past. But none of them really turned him on. He didn't feel 'attracted' to someone until he started watching the guys go past.

He shook his head. This wasn't working.

He stood up and started to walk again, killing time until the party.

***

Cody got back to the dorms just before DJ and Jaime were ready to leave.

"About time you got back!" chided DJ. "Let's roll! I wanna shake this glorious ass of mine!"

Cody giggled, and the three of them walked towards the gym, where the party was. Furs were already piling; it seemed like the whole school was there, guys and girls alike.

The three of them merged with the ingoing group. The food sucked, the drinks were watered-down, and the pop songs they played were three years behind, but it was still a fun place to be. Dorm-mates were getting to know one another, and furs were hitting on each other and asking to dance, same and opposite sex.

DJ grabbed Cody by the arm. "Come on! I love this song!" He started to drag Cody to the dance floor.

"Hey, now! WAIT!" shouted Cody, but he was already out there.

DJ broke into his dance moves, obviously having been to several things like this before. Cody just felt like an idiot.

"C'mon! It's not hard!" said DJ over the music. "Just kinda move your arms and shoulders, then hips, and bounce your feet around."

Cody tried to do as instructed, but felt like a carp out of water having a seizure.

DJ stopped dancing just laugh.

Cody turned to leave.

"Aw, don't go!" said DJ, grabbing his arm. "Follow my lead."

DJ used a few basic dance moves, so Cody could follow. It took Cody a few minutes, but he got the gist of it. Then DJ launched into more complicated things. Cody followed suit fairly well.

"That's a very cute dog you have there, Mr. Otter," came a voice. "Mind if I steal him?"

They looked over and saw a female golden labrador standing there, her eyes on Cody,

DJ looked over at Cody. "You sly dog." He stepped aside. "He's all your's, ma'am. I'm gonna find Jaime and drag HIM out here!" With that, he left.

"Those are some very good moves your friend has," said the lab, " and you catch on quick."

"You...saw all that!?" asked Cody, blushing again.

"Yes," she said, "I thought it was very cute." She looked at him with deep, amber eyes. "I'm Rachel."

"C-Cody," he stammered. This, he knew, would prove it to himself, that he was straight.

As if on cue, a slow song came on; Celine Lion or some similar garbage. But Cody held his hand for her to take.

She accepted and the two of them ended up slow dancing across the gym floor, both of them with someone they had just met. But to Cody, it felt good. But he did miss having DJ around.

When they song was over, Cody went to get Rachel a cup of punch.

On the other side, DJ was standing with Jaime when a voice came from behind; "DJ, right?"

DJ spun around and saw the fox and collie from before. "Hey, there! Lance and...Race, right?"

Lance nodded. "That's right. Where's Cody?"

DJ pointed across the floor, where Cody stood with Rachel.

"Aww," said Lance, "how cute."

"He's grasping at straws," said DJ quietly.

"Huh?" asked Lance.

"Nothing," said DJ. He looked at Lance. "You wouldn't want to dance, would you?"

Lance grinned. "You bet your hot ass I would!"

"Mind if I borrow him?" asked DJ to Race.

"Be my guest," said Race. Race hung back with Jaime while the two of them took off.

"You don't like dancing?" Race asked Jaime.

Jaime looked over at him, then his feet saying nothing.

"Hmf. Me either," said Race. "Let's get a drink, I'm dying of heat."

***

The party went until eleven. Most of the furs went back to their dorm rooms. Cody and Rachel walked across the quad together.

"I had fun with you tonight," said Rachel.

Cody smiled. "Me, too."

"Wanna get together again sometime?" she asked.

"Sure!" exclaimed Cody. "When?"

She handed him a piece of paper. "This is my cell number; give me a ring sometime. I'm going to hang out with some friends now, but I'm free tomorrow."

Cody looked at it and tucked it away in his pocket. "OK, I will definitely call you tomorrow."

She giggled. "Bye til tomorrow then."

He waved as she crossed the quad and went out of sight.

Cody turned back and walked back to the dorms, dragging himself back upstairs. It had been a long night.

He went inside the room, and found it odd the lights were off. He clicked them off and saw DJ laying on his bed, in just his boxers.

"Hey, there," said DJ.

"Um...hi," said Cody.

"You know, you were very cute tonight," said DJ. "Shaking your groove-thang all over that gym."

Cody didn't say anything.

DJ got up and kneeled on the bed. "C'mere, we need to talk."

Cody went to the bed next to DJ's and sat down, trying not to look at DJ's crotch.

"Since you've been here, I've seen you checking me out, and you've gone to the bathroom twice now to paw-off," said DJ. Cody looked away when he knew DJ knew what he'd been doing. "No, come on, it's not BAD. It's kinda flattering, because you're a cute little puppy." He held Cody's face in his paw. "Have you at least given thought to the idea of being...gay?"

"No," said Cody. "I don't THINK I am, anyway. But, lately...I...I don't know..."

"Do you want to be with a guy?" asked DJ, quietly.

Cody shook his head, both to say no and get free of DJ's paw. "I just met that Rachel girl, and we're gonna meet up again tomorrow..."

"Do you know how many girlfriends I've had?" asked DJ.

Cody said nothing.

"Five. And I dumped all of them; girls other guys only dreamed of," said DJ. "It wasn't until I took a good look inside that I knew who I WAS, and stopped being what others wanted me to be." DJ rubbed his paws up the sides of Cody's stomach. "What is it YOU want?"

"I...I want...," trailed off Cody. Cody growled a little as DJ's paws went lower and lower, reaching over his belt.

"NO!" shouted Cody, jumping up. "I...I'm not a faggot!" He went to the door and threw it open, running into the hallway.

***

Lance lay back, letting Race slip his cock into tailhole, topping him. Race grabbed Lance's cock and started to jack him off, licking at it every now and then.

"Oh, GOD!" shouted Lance.

"Race will do just fine," said Race, thrusting into Lance's loose tailhole. He was trying to make his knot appear so he could tie with his boyfriend. Lance was just happy to be taking Race's cock into himself.

They were interrupted by a knock at the door.

Race looked over his shoulder. "Should we ignore it?"

"Guys!?" came a voice. "Are you in there!?" More knocking.

"Cody," said Lance. "He sounds upset."

Race groaned, pulling from Lance. He put his pants and shirt back on, letting Lance do the same before he opened the door. Cody stood there, tears in his eyes.

"You okay?" asked Race.

"C-can I come in?" asked Cody.

Race stepped aside, letting him in. Cody went to the bed and sat next to Lance.

"What happened?" asked Lance.

"I'd...rather not say," said Cody. "I hate to be a bother, but...can I stay here? Just tonight?"

Lance looked over at Race, and the bulge still left in his pants. Race nodded.

"OK," said Lance. "We'll pull the beds apart; we'll stay in one, you can have the other."

"Thank you," said Cody. "I hate to be impose like this..."

"It's not imposing," said Race, pulling the beds apart. "We told you to swing by anytime." He tossed Cody a blanket and pillow. "There ya go."

Cody got into the bed, covering up. "Thanks." He was asleep in moments.

"What do you think happened?" asked Race as he sat on the bed with Lance.

"I don't know," said Lance.

"No nookie tonight, huh?" asked Race playfully.

"Not for you, anyway," said Lance.

As Lance and Race went to sleep in each other's arms, thinking Cody was long-asleep, Cody was actually wide-awake in his own bed. He'd been asleep for a few moments, but his dreams had been invaded by images of DJ; nude, beckoning, and Cody willing to accept,

Of course, now that he was awake, all that changed was the fact his eyes were open.

***

DJ was still sitting up at three, wondering where Cody had gone. He didn't think he'd react in such a way; he was sure Cody wanted him.

He eventually gave up and rolled over on his bed, putting his head down, but not being able to sleep. All he could think of was Cody.

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Author's Note: This story isn't as yiff-intensive as I originally intended, but it just didn't feel 'right' yet. Don't worry, that'll change in the next couple of parts.