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In the four years that I spent at university, I avoided the library like the plague. I just hated the dead atmosphere created by the yellowing walls and the dull grey book shelves added a few years back by the administration in its misguided attempt at renovation. The only effective renovation I could envisage for the library involved bulldozers and one or two bombs. Once Christmas recess was over and January spiralled inescapably towards February like a speeding car onto an approaching train, every student's workload became back-breaking. The impending doom that is the end of semester test session did not help in the least. Not using the library would no longer be an option. During my third year I had grown even less tolerant of the damn place, and to my dismay I found myself using it more often because of my dissertation. I had decided to undertake a study about the relevance of literature in schools. After all, I was on my way to becoming an English teacher so I wanted to do something useful. Our system puts kids through a lot of useless bullshit and I didn't want to end up being one of its cogs. It was already bad enough that many of my lecturers were assholes who put us through similar shit, people who killed all the joy inside of you, and just to make sure, they gave you the final coup de grace. As my granny used to say, what can't be helped must be endured so clench your teeth and get it over with. My gram started life at the lower end of the social spectrum but nowadays she's a well-off little ursine so she had definitely learned a thing or two from life. Putting that precious advice into practice on that cold January morning, I clenched my teeth and went into the library. The first steps are always the hardest but by the time I was in the Education section I was humming Pink Floyd's 'Another Brick in the Wall', my mood improved considerably as I mouthed the occasional "We don't need no education!". In time I had come to understand the complex shelving system the library used but the electronic cataloguing system was a different story. They had computers which must have been older than a few of the antique books the library put on display in the foyer. You would type in the exact book title and then, after anything from fifteen to thirty minutes you would get thousands of titles which only helped in making you waste time finding the one you want. Once that was accomplished, the next phase of the adventure began: the Odyssey-like search for the book itself. The one I needed that day was not in its place. I cursed silently under my breath and did the inevitable: I looked high and I looked low, checking the Education books one by one and trust me, there are lots of them. Lots. I checked them once more before giving up. In order to feel like I had not wasted my time completely, I grabbed the first book which seemed like it might be a good substitute and made my way to the study area. This being test time, the place was chock-full of students which was bad because empty tables were scare but good because the chances of finding a cute guy to distract me were higher. Hey, don't look at me like that. I'm just your average twenty year old horn dog. Or rather, bear. Well, slightly hornier than average, but by then it was a few months that I was single so you have to take that into consideration. Hell, it was like I was going into withdrawal or something. But anyway, I digress. I surveyed the male students. I had quite a few good options. There was a large lion, and his studly stallion friend. You know, one of those large, muscley ones, the Clydesdales. Two birds with one stone, not bad. Still, I've always been a firm believer in making an informed decision so I looked around to see what else was on the menu. A group of female felines was seated in the corner. Next to them was a black panther who had to be two years older than me. He was checking the other felines out, while I checked him out. He was quite handsome, dressed in a simple white sweater that hugged his solid chest in a way that made me instantly hard. That quite settled the matter for me. I started moving towards the table nearest to him when I saw something out of the corner of my eye which caught my attention. A large Rottweiler had closed his book and opened another one from the pile to his left. My breath caught in my throat; I had recognized him. We had never spoken but I had often seen him around on campus, mostly around the engineering faculty. It was one of the best places for me to hang around, for reasons which are obvious enough. The Rotty wasn't exactly hard to notice thanks to his basketball player height. His build however was more like that of a wrestler: obviously muscular but a discreet sort of muscular, not unlike the panther I had set my sights on just a few microseconds earlier. The canine, however, had something which the panther did not. I had noticed this about him every time I saw him and that day was no exception. It was the intensity that he emanated, a sort of raw power that brought out the feral beast in me. I suspected he would be pretty wild between the sheets. And yet there was an impressive sense of control about him and an intelligence which made you feel he could do anything he set his mind to. There was an intense look of concentration on his face as he consulted a large book with yellowing pages. Neat, dark-rimmed spectacles covered his dark brown eyes, eyes which ... I don't know ... they seemed to have a fire behind them, a flame that burned gently but consistently. A fire which I suspected would burn fearsomely if you made yourself an enemy of his, but which exuded great warmth if you were lucky enough to be in his inner circle. I knew that if he looked at me then, I'd be his. Obviously enough, he looked at me then. I turned my gaze quickly, but not too quickly, still sensible enough to pretend I had been looking for an empty table all along. I sat down at one which was opposite him but slightly to an angle. That way I was not directly in front of him and would be less obvious. I took a deep breath and made myself concentrate. I opened the book and leafed through it distractedly. In five minutes I started fidgeting and I had to look again. Pretending to read, I started surveying him, beginning with the hind paws. He wore well-used heavy duty shoes, the kind they use on construction sites to protect their paws from falling objects. Maybe he was the Engineer type. The shoes and the brawny arm muscles would fit in with that, plus I'd seen him about their faculty a few times. The Rotty had a tight short-sleeved T-Shirt, dark blue with white writing: Socially Misadjusted and a small drawing of a cartoon dog humping his master's leg. I chuckled. Not only was he jaw-dropping gorgeous but he had a sense of humour too. Maybe he wouldn't mind being socially misadjusted with me, I thought. The ensuing mental image made me go instantly hard, and I felt my face flush. I was thankful that the table hid my lower regions and that my blush wouldn't be too obvious through my dark brown fur. My eyes were on a rollercoaster ride starting from the sweet bulges of his chest underneath the shirt and going down the curves of his shoulders, arms and back up again, to his face. If eye candy gave you diabetes, sugar would have been pouring out of the pores of my skin. Under normal circumstances, it would have been very difficult for me to just concentrate and get the job done, but this was even harder. I was simply transfixed by the Rottweiler. When I felt my boner to be manageable, I got up and went for a brief walk, pretending to have a precise destination in mind. I didn't want to stray too far because I had left my things unattended. Once I was sure no one was observing me, I ducked into an aisle and slumped against a bookcase full of Physics books. My left paw dropped to the bulge in my pants, and I sighed longingly. When was the last time I had been with someone? There was that panda with the extra hairy chest, but that was what, three months ago? Could it have been that long already? Yeah, it could have and it was. It was even longer still since Aaron had decided he didn't love me anymore. At least not that way, he had said. More like a brother. That had hurt, but at least he had been honest with me. And while it lasted it had been really good, definitely better than brothers usually had it. Thinking of my ex's passionate kisses and the crazy, forbidden love-making we shared in our rooms was of no help to me that moment. I closed my eyes, trying to quell my horniness by thinking neutral thoughts: politics, slugs, and frogs, damp ponds, a sunny beach, Aaron splashing in the cool water, trademark green swim trunks clinging to his wet body. No, no, no, no, no! Control yourself! Think of the assignment, the goddamn library, studying, books, piles and piles of books with all sorts of annoyed students pouring over them ... and one of them the Rottweiler. His beautiful brown eyes reading line after line of information and then he'd turn the page, the muscles in his arm rippling smoothly beneath the fur. At this point I must have whimpered like a helpless bear cub. I squeezed my bulge, very much aware that it hadn't gotten smaller, but quite the opposite. There would be only one way to get rid of it and be able to continue my study session. I opened my eyes and headed towards the nearest bathroom. Instead of progressing, I collided into a large wall which felt strangely warm and soft. In the time it took for me to blink and regain my sense of balance, the world had suddenly flipped over and I found myself on top of the Rottweiler. As my mind screamed for me to get up and apologize, my body decided to just stay there. I gaped stupidly at the canine I had just been fantasizing about- Oh gods, had he seen that? The thought was enough to get me scrambling up in a frenzied hurry, pulling the Rotty up with a graceless rush. He was good and heavy but, although not one of the strongest bears around, I'm definitely no weakling. I started dusting him off, mumbling apologies. My paws removed dust from his shoulders and chest, somewhat more vigorously than really necessary. I felt so flustered I didn't know what I was doing? Until my left paw hit against his hard-on. My apologies stopped dead and I became as still as a statue as I realized what I had done. For a few microseconds I floated between extremes of embarrassment and excitement. I had touched his crotch; I had felt his hard dick against my paw. Oh man, what if I angered him? Wait? His hard dick?? That meant he- He leaned in and kissed me, slipping his tongue into my muzzle without so much as an ounce of hesitation. I was too shocked to offer resistance, not that I think I would have even if I were in control of myself. But this just could not be happening. I was probably still resting against the bookcase, rubbing myself, inviting being discovered by someone. I could just imagine it, being caught like that in the Physics section. That sparked off a thought. Yes, even as the hot Rotty was investigating my mouth intimately with his tongue, my brain was trying to make sense out of this highly improbable situation. I started considering the possibility that this was indeed happening. So, my brain said, just squeeze and see if he's real. Duh. I squeezed and felt warm fur over hard flesh beneath my paws. This was one hell of a realistic fantasy, too good to waste really so I stuck my tongue inside the canine's mouth. The reciprocation was greeted with the movement of his paws over my back and my butt. All of sudden, the library felt like the best place to be in. Oh crap, the library! What were we thinking? I broke the kiss and looked around. The Physics section was cursed with very poor lighting, to the irritation of students at large but to my greatest relief in the current situation. No one had seen us from the study area either as the Rotty had been thoughtful enough to slam me against the side of a thick shelf as he had planted his tongue inside my muzzle. I looked at him and saw a feint bemused expression on his face. I raised an eyebrow at him questioningly and found that it only made him grin wider. I placed my muzzle to his ears and whispered my plan to him. He nodded. The Rottweiler left and in a few seconds so did I, trying to look as inconspicuous as I could while I crossed to the study area. The light material of my trousers wasn't much help in trying to conceal the raging boner that stood up rebelliously. I seated myself at the table from which I'd spied the incredible canine who'd just slid his tongue down my throat and I dumped all my things into my bag. I got up - paws in my pockets, trying to push the erect beast down or at least the front of my pants up - and made my way to the staircase at the farthest corner of the library. No one was looking, so I sneaked up the first flight, ready to feign surprised ignorance should I get caught. With each step I climbed my heart beat faster and faster. I threw caution to the wind and ran the remaining three stairs, telling myself that no one came to this section of the library anyway as it was under construction. The workers hired by the university were a lazy bunch, it was no secret. Lady Luck was on our side that day as I saw no sign that they had been here recently. Not in a few days it seemed, judging by the undisturbed layer of white dust on the floor. Undisturbed, that is, except for a pair of heavy boot prints leading from where I was to a door opposite me, marked 'Gents'. I walked in the same prints, feeling playful and exhilarated. His boots were slightly larger than mine and I chuckled to myself as I remembered what they say about guys with large shoes. I would soon be testing the validity of that myth.