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The GreenMount Chronicles, Chapter 16 "Going to College"

The day which changed everything was around the middle of summer. GreenMount College, the college which was affiliated with GreenMount High, was having an orientation prospective new students. There was still time to enroll elsewhere, but anyone who was interested in what the college had to offer was welcome to come and tour the facility.

Some of the students lived on campus throughout the summer, so everything was still open.

Including the cafeteria, which was where Calvin was walking through when he saw them.

He couldn't help staring at them. A wolf and a cougar. Two of the mightiest, meatiest guys he'd ever seen. He didn't like to think of himself as a shallow, physically person, but this was pure carnality. They were both over six foot seven, and their bodies were anatomy studies. On the left was a cougar, dressed in a wrestling singlet, which held tight to his body, showing off his big pecs, and the cannonball biceps, each with a vein running its length. He was leaning back on the couch, wearing black shorts, with his massive feet propped up on the table, cougar footpads bare.

Next to him was a wolf, sitting close to him, wearing a mangled football jersey-- it was mangled in that the sleeves were torn off, and the bottom half, everything below the pecs, was cut off. A big '47' was on the chest of it, and below was a stack of abs any magazine model would have been proud of. His jaw was sharp, his hair in a buzz-cut. He was wearing jean shorts, which were too small, showing off a package that looked too big to be real. On his feet were rubber sandals which were much too small.

Calvin, carrying a stack of papers and brochures, walked by them, in front of the couch. He tried not to look at them, tried not to stare, but they were simply too beautiful not to stare at. He only looked at them out of the corner of his eye, moving swiftly along, but he knew that they saw him-- mostly because they stared at him, as well. The wolf's eyes were no longer on the television they'd been watching, but on Calvin, with a kind of predatory intensity. The cougar did as well.

It made him nervous, because if they knew what he was thinking about them, surely they would hurt him. Especially if he saw the erection he was getting.

And he almost got away, except that the top book fell from his stack, the one with all the brochures on it, spilling them all over the floor. It's amazing how little glossy paper doesn't just hit the ground; it slides on a cushion of air at surprising speeds and distances. They spread out in all directions. Calvin supposed it would take knowledge of chaos theory to speculate the logic of such things, and he was certainly no student of mathematics.

"Shit," he muttered, and he frantically knelt down to pick them up. It never really occurred to him to just leave them there; that probably would have been more embarrassing than dropping them in the first place.

He heard snickering laughter to his right, and he looked over to see the cougar and the wolf watching him intently, with great amusement.

"Think you missed one, little guy," the wolf said, motioning to one by their couch.

Calvin looked at them with a mixture of fear and desire. He walked over and knelt down next to the cougar to pick up the pamphlet. That's when said cougar put one of his huge footpaws on Calvin's shoulders. "Don't mind if I put this here, do ya?" he asked. The wolf grinned.

Obviously they expected him to shove it off and walk away. But instead he just shook his head. "I don't mind," he said softly, while he picked up the slip of paper under the table. He was just trying to humor them so they would leave him alone.

"I think he likes you," said the wolf, pretending to whisper. Calvin didn't look up at him, and he didn't walk away, either. He just took a moment to collect his things, letting the feline paw press onto him.

His companion grinned. "Issat so?"

Calvin looked up at him then. "I... I'm sorry," he breathed softly. He couldn't believe that he was actually talking to these guys.

"Nothin' sorry-looking about you," the cougar said. "Pretty small, though."

"You gay?" It was the wolf who asked that.

Calvin tried to back up a little, and the cougar's foot fell to his chest, and then into his lap. Some probing from the big cat's footpaw found the erection in his jeans.

"Yep, he sure is," said the big cat, gripping the bulge with his toes. Calvin grunted and fell back onto the floor.

They chuckled a little. The wolf looked at him and tilted his head. "Hey buddy, don't act so scared, okay? We're big but we're not gonna eat you."

The cougar nodded, and Calvin noticed he looked rather friendly, in an aggressive, ultra masculine kind of way. His eyebrows were raised in interest, but a friendly sort of interest. "Yeah. Actually, it's kinda the other way around."

The wolf grinned. "More than a mouthful though, for you." He motioned to the hallway to their right. "Our dorm is right upstairs," said the wolf. "We live in the same room. You could do us both, if you want, but I think he needs it more."

Calvin's eyes widened. He scrambled to his feet and stepped back. Ordinarily he would have passively gone through with such a request, but this was different. He didn't know why, but it was. He wasn't just scared, he was powerfully aroused. More than he'd been with anyone in the past.

The cougar looked a little puzzled. "Hey buddy, if you're straight, or you don't want to, just say so, okay?"

"I... I shouldn't," Calvin said hesitantly, backing up. Getting jerked off by Mike wasn't that bad. Having sex with Roger in the pool wasn't bad either. But this wasn't like him. This went beyond anything he'd ever done before. This was purely for sex.

The wolf shrugged his shoulders. "Well little guy, my buddy and I are goin' upstairs. We're gonna wrestle a bit, and probably jerk off. You can come along and help us out, or you can take your books and do whatever you were doin'. You're choice."

"I'll go," Calvin blurted out. "I want to." He dropped his books and papers onto the coffee table. He simply would not allow himself to think twice about it. Sure, it was shallow. Sure, it was just for sex. But he wouldn't think about that. He wouldn't allow it.

They grinned, both of them. The wolf said, "Now that's what I wanna hear." He hopped to his feet. "Come on, this way. You're gonna like what we got."

He went first, the cougar behind him, and Calvin followed behind him.

The cougar's tail flicked back and forth, and Calvin saw the tight nylon shorts hugging the shape of his round butt, each tight buttock tensing as he walked, his meaty thighs brushing together, the round, form calves tensing, each huge, strong foot resting flat on the floor.

It was a short trip, scaling the stairs quickly, while the two big wrestlers took them four at a time with their long legs-- their V-shaped frames taking up the hallway.

The wolf walked in, and the cougar stopped. Calvin walked in timidly, and suddenly they shut the door and pressed against him -- cougar from behind, wolf from the front. Warm muscle and fur surrounded him on all sides.

The wolf pulled his jersey over his head and threw it on the floor. Calvin sighed shakily as he looked on the lupine's massive musculature. He looked down into Calvin's eyes and his big hands held the dalmatian's sides, curling around his ribs. "My buddy and I like each other... we're real, real close."

The cougar whispered down to him, "And we love to get off. But we don't suck dick or nothin', so we can't do it to each other." He slid his hands under Calvin's arms and lifted them up.

Calvin was totally vulnerable to these two, his arms outstretched, while they ran their hands over his upper body.

The wolf continued, "So that's where you come in. Or... where _we_ come in _you_."

Cal couldn't speak; he was totally overwhelmed.

The cougar walked around Calvin to stand next to the wolf. He pulled down his shorts, and Calvin's jaw dropped when he looked at the bulge in the singlet. It was huge, and long. It was bigger than Scott's, and Scott had been the biggest he'd ever touched.

The cougar pulled down the front of his singlet, baring his incredible upper torso. He put one arm around the wolf, and they gazed onto each other's eyes, smiling. "I wanna have him suck us both off. Whadda ya say, buddy?"

The wolf grinned, and he touched his nose to his friend's. Calvin thought they were going to kiss, but they didn't. They were just touching noses, just showing affection. They seemed to have no compunctions about touching, or being in close proximity. They were buddies, who obviously enjoyed sex, and wanted to experiment with giving each other pleasure. But they didn't want to do it directly -- that was Calvin's function.

"Yeah, I like that," the wolf said softly.

The wolf looked down at Cal. "You wanna see a big fucking dick?" He reached for the front of the cougar's singlet and pulled it down, stretching the lycra. And revealing the cougar's huge dick. It sort of flopped out, resting on the wolf's hand, hard and standing up.

The cougar rested a hand on his shoulder. "Like that, do ya? Now... get down on your knees like a good pup."

Calvin slowly sank to the floor, and looked up at the cock. He took it in his hands and felt its girth. It smelled good, musky, with a hint of sweat. He pulled the sheath back and was about to lick it, but the cougar held him back gently. He purred softly, "Not yet... lemme just rub it against your face a little."

Calvin parted his lips but knelt there passively, while the big cat pressed his massive shaft against the side of the dalmatian's face, rubbing it up and down his cheek, over his nose. Calvin let his hands fall to his sides and looked up at them adoringly, in awe of their size, of their presence.

"I used to fuck this dalmatian girl," the cougar told the wolf. "She liked it when I put my dick between her tits. This little guy is different though. He's better. Real cute." He bumped noses with him again. "You wanna try it?"

The wolf nodded. He pulled down his jean shorts, and his dick fell out, thick and black-furred, like the rest of him. It was every bit as long as his friend's was.

He pressed it to the other side of Calvin's face, the big hard shaft. And they both roamed over his face and neck, over his parted lips, where he kissed them.

They danced along one another, the twin cocks, and Calvin merely knelt there, gazing up at them in awe, allowing this.

The cougar put a hand behind Calvin's head, coaxing him forward. The dalmatian found his muzzle sliding between the cougar's thick thighs, and a pair of furry balls resting across it. The scent was strong here, so thick and male, so very indicative of the cougar. It was something he would surely never forget.

He could feel cords of muscle tensing as the cougar shifted on his feet, spreading his legs. He pulled back slightly, and felt another hand -- the wolf's -- moving him between lupine thighs. Similar in their strength and girth, but the scent was entirely different. And just as arousing.

He turned his face upward and began to lick beneath the wolf's balls, in that tender place where the legs meet.

"Uhhnnn..." the wolf moaned. "Good puppy..."

His tongue slid along this pleasure trail, tracing it. He could imagine how he looked -- small white dog with his spots, kneeling before the magnificent tower of masculinity before him. On either side were two walls of lupine thighs, with their layers of muscle, and he laid his hands there. Many times he had fantasized of being near such men, being able to touch them, and he wanted to memorize every curve, every line with his fingers and his kisses, not just his eyes.

"Good pup," the cougar moaned soothingly, watching this as he stood next to his friend.

Then the wolf spoke softly, "Suck on my buddy. I wanna see."

Calvin pulled back in time to see the wolf grab one big paw around the cougar's cock and squeeze.

The big cat inhaled sharply. "Aww... wow... what are you doing?"

With merely a shrug the wolf let his hand drop. "Just wanted to see what it felt like."

Calvin was overwhelmed by the sight of the two of them, and even more so as the wolf fondled his wrestling partner and the two gazed into one another's eyes. The dalmatian lifted one hand and cupped the big pink cougar shaft, its firmness and its heat, and he kissed the tip.

He parted his lips and began to suck on the round head. He slid his tongue out and cupped it, and then he moved forward to engulf the entire tool. It filled up his mouth with its rubbery thickness, the smoothness of the shaft slipping easily along his wet tongue. As it reached his throat, he held his breath and swallowed it, the customary fullness in his esophagus. Even with his long muzzle, he could not swallow the entire shaft, and so his hand held it around the base.

"Ghaaa..." the cougar moaned, shifting his posture. His hips rocked forward, presenting the flesh rod, while his shoulders rolled back. The square cougar muzzle peered down over his pecs, watching.

For Calvin this was more than an act of lust. These males were beautiful, these towers of muscle and strength. Something inside of him called out to pleasure them, to be the instrument of their pleasure, to serve them.

He bathed the cougar's cock in his muzzle, in the warmth of lips and tongue, sucking as much as he could, but being more of a wet sleeve, for the massive cat to use as he wished.

And his friend, the wolf, was watching. The wolf, who was also bare chested, who was tugging on the furry foreskin over his shaft as he watched with both envy and desire.

"What's he like," the wolf murmured.

Calvin felt the cougar's hand on the back of his head again, fingers sliding deftly behind his ears, and pressing him forward. The dalmatian became pliable and receptive to this, sliding forward as he was encouraged, then easing back as the pressure left. This became a slow rhythm, of swallowing the cock and retreating from it, of being filled and left empty.

"Awww, it's great," the cougar told his buddy in a deep, throaty voice. "It's like he's got no fuckin' teeth."

"Hey," the wolf said. "I want some, too."

More fingers ran through Calvin's headfur as the wolf placed his huge hand over the cougar's.

Calvin was gently pulled from the huge pink cock, and their hands directed him, their mutual desire, onto the wolf's shaft. It was the same size, and it was dripping precum in a glistening trail from the slit at the cockhead all the way down along the underbelly of the maleness.

This was salty and wet in Calvin's mouth as it entered him, pressing his tongue to the bottom of his mouth. It was the same feeling, of being filled, but the wolf had a subtly different shape, a slightly different taste. This time the cougar was watching, running a finger under his dripping shaft.

"See what I mean," the cougar muttered.

The wolf moaned affirmatively and he found his own rhythm, slightly faster than the cougar's.

Calvin looked up at them, their bodies huddled around him. Their big shoulders were touching, the square frame of their torsos, on in black and one in tan and white.

They moved him from the wolf's cock back to the cougar's, and he sucked on the wet shaft once again. This continued for some time -- a rhythm of switching pricks as well as sliding back and forth. He gave himself completely to this. They were feeding him their cocks, the symbols of their masculinity, and he was grateful for this, giving his very best first to one, then the other.

The wolf's shaft was slobbering with precum, which he delightedly took, along with his strong scent, sliding his tongue back and forth along the pole as it was pushed into him.

He heard their moans increasing, louder, more urgent, along with their verbal praise -- "that's good...", "yeah... keep doing that...", "you're awesome...". As their intensity built, he knew they were getting close.

As the wolf took his turn pulling Calvin onto his cock, he suddenly put both hands on the back of the dalmatian's head and groaned, pushing his shaft in deeply, almost to the root. It pressed Calvin's tongue to the bottom of his mouth and burrowed into his throat.

"Ah... ah... I'm coming... oh fuck!" he cried.

Calvin felt the big slab of wolfmeat swelling, pulsing, and blasting hot cum into his muzzle, first into his throat, which made him gag slightly, then backing off, shooting it onto the back of his tongue. It splashed onto his tongue and rapidly filled his muzzle, thick and bitter. Before he could swallow, it ran out of his mouth, down the length of the pistoning shaft.

"Yeeeaahh," the wolf moaned at length, letting his hands fall to his sides, his hips jumping forward with each thrust as he pounded his meat into the dalmatian's mouth. He felt the lupine balls pressing against his chin each time. It seemed to go on for the longest time, the spurting, the dripping, but finally it tapered off, the thrusting stopped, and Calvin was left for a moment to ease off of the wolf's cock.

As he pulled back, a thick line of cum trailed from his lower lip to the wolf's cock, and this stretched and drooped slightly.

A moment later, however, the cougar pulled him onto his manhood again, plunging it past Calvin's slippery lips until his sloppy muzzle, which was still full of the wolf's cum. The huge cat's penis was thrust along his tongue, and Calvin instinctively began to suck on it once more.

"Damn," the cougar whispered harshly as he slid in and out, "feels even better now... so fuckin' wet..."

The wolf pulled his shorts back up, packing his cock away. He slapped a hand on the cougar's back, rubbing it up and down. "Got some of my DNA in there with ya," he said.

Indeed, the wolf's seed was running down the cougar's shaft even as Calvin sucked on it. The same process was building in the big cat -- the moaning, the thrusting, and the sudden urgency. The cougar's expression was one of pain, his square jaw clenched, his eyes shut, and his broad chest rising and falling with his quickening breath.

Calvin slid his semen slickened tongue generously along it, not caring that it was messy and sloppy -- realizing in fact that the cougar liked this. The wolf liked it as well, watching, sharing this experience with his best friend.

And then the cougar's body announced its climax of pleasure with the first thick, warm flood of cum spurting into Calvin's mouth. It had a slightly different taste, and mixed with the wolf's. Calvin tried to swallow but he felt like he was drowning in it, the full hardness of cock in his mouth combined with the juices of two huge males. The second volley of cougar juice spurted in and ran right down his chin, and along the underbelly of the cougar's shaft. The huge cat was beyond all inhibition by that point, and pushed all the way into Calvin's muzzle, holding the dog close so that his shaft was buried in Calvin's throat. It spurted out the rest of its juice past where the dalmatian could taste it.

Unlike the wolf, who let his arms go limp as he came, the cougar instead tensed up all over.

"Yeah... yeah... yeah..." he whispered heatedly, his arms tensing and showing off each muscle beautifully. His pecs bulged out, his abs rippled, and his toes curled in the carpet.

Calvin managed to swallow the rest, and was mostly glad they hadn't taken very long at all to cum, so he hadn't been tired out.

And a few moments later, he slid from the cougar's cock, back, and he sat back on his heels, kneeling before them. His shoulders were slumped, and he was gazing at their feet, all four of them large and strong, the dark of the wolf's and the tan of the cougar's. The cougar had white-furred toes, he noticed.

He was full of conflicting emotions. Never in his life had he experienced such feelings -- of being both totally subservient and totally willing. He had never been with two males before, outside of that night with Mike, Lance and Victor, and even that had been nothing this intense. It was escalating, his encounters, and he didn't know where it was leading him.

After a moment, the wolf said, "Get up."

Calvin slowly stood, and he looked up at them, his two muscular behemoths. Both were staring sternly at him.

Then suddenly the wolf grabbed him grinned. He slid his big hands under Calvin's arms, around his ribcage and he lifted the dalmatian from the floor. With his powerful arms he began to turn, turning Calvin with him.

"H-hey!" cried the dalmatian. "What--"

The wolf kept turning, and moving gradually toward one of the beds. Calvin felt weightless, supported by the massive wolf paws, swinging in the air. And then the wolf let him drop, and he bounced onto the soft bed, making the springs squeak.

The wolf and cougar were both grinning now, standing over him.

"Get his clothes off," said the cougar.

And then they dove onto him. Calvin panicked and began to struggle as four hands ran over him. His shirt was pulled from his body, and his tummy was tickled. He laughed wildly.

"Sto-hahahahaha-p!" he cried amid is laughter, bucking like a fish on the mattress. He writhed to the left and to the right, and their hands were everywhere.

Next he felt them on his pants, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down -- the wolf holding his legs still while the cougar maneuvered them off.

They were still tickling him a bit, but now he was naked, and they were both on the bed with him. The cougar was kneeling over his legs, tickling the bottoms of his feet, then his inner thighs, then even under his balls.

The wolf was kneeling behind his head, pinning down his arms, tickling under his arms, his sides, and his tummy. They were not tickling as much now, and he was only giggling a little, squirming and relaxed.

"You really know how to suck a dick, little buddy," the wolf told him.

Calvin gazed up at him, and although from his perspective the wolf was upside down, he looked so imposing, so massive. "Thank you," he said softly.

The cougar nodded in agreement. "Yeah that was some kinda good."

The dalmatian felt his smile fade. "Are you guys okay with this," he asked. "You know, touching me, wrestling around with me like this?"

"Yeah, why not?"

Ordinarily Calvin wouldn't have put such a great experience at risk by questioning them, but he couldn't help himself. "You guys aren't gay or anything..."

The wolf laughed. "Little guy, we're wrestlers. Not regular wrestlers I guess..."

The cougar continued, "Naw, but we spend our time rolling around with guys on a mat. So we're used to this."

"Besides," the wolf interjected, "we're not touchin' your dick, are we?"

"I guess not."

The cougar stretched out his arms and yawned hugely. His biceps and shoulders flexed beautifully. "I'm gonna get a nap," he said. "Good fucking does that."

The wolf snickered. "Yeah, and you were up all night gettin' drunk with me and the team."

The big cat climbed off of the bed and crossed the room, with his singlet still pulled down below his balls. He collapsed onto his bed loudly and put his hands behind his head.

The wolf laid down on the bed next to Calvin. "You can stick around, if you wanna. You're like a little plushie dog I usta have when I was a kid." His immense body was pressed up against Calvin, and he curled one arm around the dog's body, pulling him close, into his fur, his muscle, and the very scent of him.

With that, both of the wrestlers closed their eyes and began to drift off to sleep.

Calvin felt a kind of satisfaction he'd never experienced before, some quiet joy at being their friend, their little dalmatian buddy. He had felt guilt, at first, and fear, but it had melted away. They wanted to be nice to him. He had made them feel good, and that was how they met. The friendship started after this. In every other case it had been the opposite-- friends first, and then the sex was almost extorted from him. In this case, he had wanted it desperately to start with, and they'd kept him around because they liked him. It was utterly the reverse of every situation in the past, and he lay there, with his cock rigidly pressed into the wolf's fur, against his abs, a little bead of precum at the tip, and he closed his eyes, full, happy, and secure. For the first time he could remember.

His story is not over.