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Professor Wakefield stomped in crisp, pristine dress shoes on the outdated tile. With a slick of her rough cat tongue onto her thumb, she clasped and counted out the papers perfectly while still being careful of the ones stuck together. Without a single glance of the eye from her, she laid the packets down onto the center of each desk group before tucking in her chin and continuing down the row.

This cycle continued until she came around to my group and her million-dollar poker face seemed to break apart. "It seems like Kyle might serve as an example. It's good to know someone at least understands their order of operations."

She smacked the papers onto the table and did a heel turn back towards her desk.

"Wakefield needs to get laid." The german shepherd across from me grabbed onto his test before just sliding it into his bag.

"Fuck me. You got that right, Duncan." The polar bear crinkled the edges of the paper next to him.

I felt my face flush. She even put a smile at the top. "Yeah, Professor Wakefield sure puts me to... uh... sleepfield."

Roger stopped playing with the edges of his paper. "That's the corniest shit I have heard in a while. What did you get anyway, smarty? 80? 90?"

"Probably perfect knowing the way he almost beats off to her in class," the german shepherd cut in.

I weakly put down the paper causing both of them to hiss.

"I just really like math, okay?"

"Damn man. Good job I guess," the polar bear said amidst a sigh.

Duncan looked the test up down over and over again almost expecting to see a different result. Although I was proud of my score, I couldn't help but feel a lump in my stomach. "You two are just busy with the football season in full swing. I heard the coach is swimming in it after your guy's swept the other colleges."

Duncan stopped looking at my test and smirked. "I didn't think you'd be one to care, Kyle."

"Oh, really?" I slid my test results away and pretended to reach into my bag. "You two honestly bring your A-Game. I can't say the same for that newbie Samuel."

Roger slammed his bushy, white paw onto his desk. "Shut up! You hearing this Duncan?"

"Yeah, no offensive dude, but I'd never expect you to be one to watch football. I mean you have the whole lion thing going for you, but you aren't the most in shape."

I stroked my paw lightly across my golden mane. "That's fair, but I'm quite a fan of all the strategy. I heard the coach has you guys going through all sorts of videos on this stuff."

The truth was that I was too distracted to pay any attention to the game and could hardly ever even tell you the score. I can hardly keep my eyes on the football within their paws as my gaze always just... drifted a bit lower. It's something about their intensity as they flung their strapping bodies against one another with many going without sleeves to present their hefty arm muscles.

They were always too distracted with the sea of eyes in the bleachers to ever notice mine; a luxury I didn't quite get here with the two before me.

Duncan smiled at Roger. "Yeah, this big, dumb bear over here couldn't stop looking at those videos to save his life."

The german shepherd put down his test painted in red ink before me. I didn't even know a score that low was possible here. Though taken aback, I tried not to show him.

"Hey, how about we hang out tonight after practice?" Duncan said. "We're in the Wolford dorm not too far from here. We could really use your help and maybe we could drink some beers after. Whaddya say?"

Oh no, I know I should say no, but the feeling in my chest just thinking about it... "S-sure." I snap my gaze off the outline of Duncan's pecks and felt a blush come on. "I mean I'd be happy to. Yeah, that definitely sounds like a plan!"

Roger brought his large, sturdy paw out towards me and I awkwardly bumped my shrimpy knuckles against his.

"With your help, maybe I won't be seeing red in my future." Duncan fist-bumped me just the same and I swear I could feel the seconds of the clock tick by me thinking about our study session.

I tapped my paw lightly on the door. Checking my phone, I saw the numbers texted to me mirroring the ones on the door.

What if I just turned around and walked away? I liked math, but I knew this wasn't what I was going here for. My playful finger in my shower earlier made that all too obvious. Still, the door rushed open and Roger towered before me only wearing his football pants.

"Kyle! What's good? We just got back from practice."

Maybe it was the shock of it all, but I couldn't help but look at his well-constructed figure. Not so subtly, I laid eyes onto his nice, perky nipples before making way onto his rather wide belly button. Hardly masked by his cologne, his manly odor wafted and took hold of my nostrils. My crotch tingled, but I tried to play it off as I realized he was waiting for me to come in. "Man, you guys smell."

Roger hardly seemed to notice my reluctance. "Yeah, Duncan over here wanted to make sure you didn't think we were flaking on ya, that's why we're au naturale"

Seems the jocks appreciated me after all. I resolved myself now and tried to keep my eyes off of Roger. They had good intentions. They were friendly. I was just going to tutor them, drink with them, and just respect their...

"Coach always loves to hear himself talk after practice." Duncan sprung out from the bathroom door before me.

My resolve seemed to dissolve immediately. His exposed curves and figure were covered with slightly damp dark-brown fur contrasted by the light-brown patch up his chest and down to his stomach. He was slimmer than Roger, but many times more defined. Every curve and angle of bulging muscle before me taught me more about the human body than my biology class ever could hope to accomplish. My breathing became uneasy. His athletic shorts gave all freedom in the world for his bulge to perk the black cloth outwards and ease the amount of work my lewd imagination had to do.

My mouth salivated and I immediately trailed my eyes to the Algebra books in my backpack as I set it down. "N-no issue here. You guys are totally okay. Let's see if I can help you out." I kept thinking of the shepherd's plushy bulge in his shorts fresh from a long practice. If only I could help them in more ways than one.

Duncan pulled up a couple of chairs to a fold-out table. I settled down upon seeing them draw out their textbooks and sheets of paper. I couldn't help but appreciate how seriously they were taking this.

Roger plopped down in a seat as Duncan took his side. "Teach away, Professor Kyle."

"Well, I think that's the best I got. Just take it all in bits and pieces and practice with the earlier problems. You gotta work your way up and take things slow. It gets easier and easier."

Duncan smiled. "I never knew I could just plugin for 'x' and then just check my answer. It feels like cheating."

"Well, it isn't. It's how I knew I got a 100 before she even put down the paper."

The polar bear smiled. "No shit."

I pondered continuing for a moment before Roger plopped a sixer onto the table and stripped a can from it. Duncan followed and undid two cans from the plastic before sliding one my way. "I think it's about time we took a study break." He cracked open the tab causing the beer to spritz and shoot back at him. "Might end up driving away all the chicks if they find out that I'm kind of into this stuff now."

I couldn't help but appreciate the possibility of correcting Duncan's less-than-perfect academics. It's even better to know he enjoyed all of this somewhere along the way.

"Don't do Kyle dirty like that," Roger said before lifting his can.

The moment fleeted as I faked a smile. Holding my can up, I clinked the cheap beer against theirs. "Cheers."

We slapped them back down to the table before bringing them to our lips. I took but a simple, short swig before setting it down and realizing the others were still going, downing the substance like its water. Roger finished, crushing the can against his head after he did so. "Have you ever gotten laid?"

Duncan's muscles pulsated outwards as the can crushed within his paw causing my mind to wander once more. I hardly knew how to deal with the directness of the question. "What?" He wasn't going to let me off so easily and I knew it. "Well no. I haven't met the right person."

Duncan smirked. "Damn shame. We ought to tutor you back. Teach you how to swing in a lady friend."

"Yeah, Duncan and I actually both just railed this cheerleader last weekend. Her pussy was life-changing. I think she'd be a good starter for you."

"Well, I... uh-" I stammered.

Roger grabbed another beer. "Jessie? She's hardly anything, but, Francesca, now, is the best girl. That saying about rabbits is all true. Allll true."

I slurped more of my beer and softly put it back down.

Duncan raised an eyebrow daringly. "Hey Kyle, what's your type?"

Both of their eyes went onto me and I realized this was getting a bit intense. I grasped the can for courage and took another swig before setting it back down. "Well... I'm actually gay."

They chuckled before trailing off in a series of double-takes as I didn't join them.

The german shepherd stopped midway through grabbing another beer. "Like really?"

I blushed, taking a short sip. "Yeah. Surprise I guess."

Duncan looked over to Roger with his maw hanging before shuffling in his seat. Breaking away, I looked off towards a stray movie poster in their room.

Ugh, I'm such an idiot sometimes. I just made it weird, didn't I? They probably are behind on the times from old families, small towns, and conservative ideas. I always felt like a pervert for coming out. Some girls wondered if I was just doing it to get closer to them or test my luck to see what they'd show me. Some guys would have that god-awful knee-jerk reaction of 'Oh, I'm straight.' Talking about sexuality often is just looked at like asking someone out and I-

A weird smell gripped me before I moved my head over to see his black athletic shorts at eye level this time. He pulled at the elastic waistband causing them to fall to the ground and revealing the gushy bulge of white jockstrap beneath it. I looked up to see his sly grin as my eyes widened. "H-h-hey, just because I'm gay doesn't mean..." My thoughts trailed and my lips trembled as I smelled his musky bulge all too close to my face.

His paw lightly clasped onto the back of my head. "It's the least I can do for my study buddy." He stepped upbringing himself closer to my face. "If I misread this, we can go back to just shooting the shit and drinking beer."

Right before my face was the star quarterback's welcoming, packed jockstrap. My face was burning hot as I felt my cock hardening. I hardly had any idea what to do or how to approach his beauty, but he helped me along, slowly guiding my head towards his fresh crotch. Looking up at him, I saw the ridges and curves of packed muscled tracing up his body up to his sly, sensual grin.

Fuck it. I went all-in pressing my face into his sweaty, natural smelling crotch. It was so intense as the very source full-bodied scent pulsated and rubbed against my face. Duncan began to gasp as he grabbed at me and grinded against me. His manhood shook and twitched as it fought against the tight strap holding it down.

"Damn, get it, Kyle." Roger cheered.

I submitted to the commanding and dominant grip of Duncan and he took full advantage of it. He began to hold me still as he grinded the dampened fabric right against my lips. The sublime scent caused my throat to dry up as I lightly stroked against his monster with my lips.

"You're such an eager little bitch boy, aren't you? I bet when you eye fucked me earlier, you were thinking you'd only jerk off to your imagination. Can't have that now can we?"

His cock fought harshly against the jockstrap as he began to press and shimmy it across my mouth. I drooled all over the bulge starting to taste the salty, sweaty fluids. The lack of fresh air made me breathe harder only giving him more room to rub against my now open mouth.

Fuck it. I couldn't contain my lust. My paws reached up and grasped onto his rock-hard, firm ass. I felt up the curve with my hand before daringly pulling his waist tighter against me.

I heard Roger crush another beer can. "Looks like a pent-up first-timer might beat them all. Sure there is some good pussy on the market but just look at him in heat over just your bulge alone. Give me a bitch like that any day."

I looked up to Duncan with bated breath and he had me right where he wanted me. His bulge rubbed against my cheek as I felt my boner struggling against my pants and lightly breathed against him. His paw rubbed lightly against my face as he smiled. "I couldn't agree more, Roger. Kyle thinks he's at heaven on earth down there, how about I bring him to the real heaven?"

He grabbed onto my paws and slowly, he lead my paws up, to feel every inch I might have missed until he helped me find his waistband strap. I bit my lip and looked up, near begging, to see him nod. "You earned it, bitch boy."

His jockstrap fell to the floor giving freedom to his veiny, red cock standing out right next to my face. The blood-red flesh rod was glistening with a slight layer of sweat all down its rather girthy length. I followed it up with my eyes all the way down to the slightly pointy head at the end of it.

It was everything I dreamed of. Sure his cock wasn't massive, but, as he put a finger on my chin and directed my lips to the side of his shaft, I knew he knew how to use it well.

I gave into doing what I had dreamed of all too many times. I sucked onto the skin of his shaft, tasting his manhood raw and at the source. I reached a paw down into my pants to feel my throbbing cock as he began to pull at his ball sack with a couple of fingers. "How about-"

I sucked my lips on part of his hairy ball sack letting the skin ease up a testicle into my mouth. He pressed me closer against him to get more of his sweaty sack into my throat. His furry balls seeped into every fold of my mouth and enriched it with his flavor. As I danced my tongue across his sensitive sack and suckled onto one of his balls, he shivered all the way up his body. "Roger, c-c-clear the table. Our cock whore here is... thirsty." He felt up the back of my head. "You're a pretty adventurous slut down there."

I began to show him how much of an adventurous slut I truly was. I lapped and danced my lips and tongue all across his delicate sack and caused his toes to curl.

He savored the moment for a while before easing me off of his ball sack dripping with my saliva. I turned my attention to Roger practically throwing off books to clear off our table and I realized he was now fully naked as well. Everything about him was well... proportionate to the say the least. His freakishly large, black cock contrasted heavily with his white pubes around it. The monster throbbed needily towards me as if begging for my attention. A bead of precum formed at the tip of his bulbous, blunt head, and I gulped turning almost pale.

Upon taking my reaction, Roger brought a paw lightly up and down his sizable length. "Good thing you aren't on the team, Kyle. The coach would be mad if he saw you walking funny down the field."

I stood up only to be met by the unkempt, tangled fur of Duncan's armpit shoved into my face. "Come on bitch boy. You thirsty for more?" The smell was overwhelming and I could tell he let his bushy dark brown hair grow out. I rubbed against the underside of my needy cock in my pants and gladly shoved my face right into his messy pit. The smell rubbed and marked my face until his ripe armpit was all I smell anymore. It was almost too much.

When I pulled back, however, I felt his big quarterback arm pushing me right back deeper into his pit. It was too much. The scent of a real man made me quake. Giving in to his natural scent taking over my every sense, I opened up my mouth and began to rub my tongue to clean and taste him. My tongue wandered all across taking in the salty, oily taste of his rich sweat.

I moved my paw onto his luscious peck and began to feel the defined muscle as he pushed my whore mouth deeper into his armpit. Without a doubt, I could tell he had a rather productive practice out on the field today. I lapped and stroked my tongue through the mess of fur.

Suddenly, he jumped and pulled away. "That actually tickled a bit." Duncan smiled warmly at me and pointed down to the tent I was pitching. "You are a bit overdressed, don't ya think?"

"You're so right. However, will I please my star players with so many clothes?" My pants and underwear slid quickly to the ground as I stepped out of them. He looked at my hard erection and stepped in close to me. Duncan's pretty blue eyes laid on mine before he took a baby step forwards.

"Someone's a bit worked up. You're quite a big fella." I felt his paw rub up against my hardness.

"I-I really needed this, guys," I managed to say.

"Oh trust me." He suddenly pressed his hard shaft alongside mine and our balls touched against one another. "We needed this too." His thick, red member pulsated against me while he wrapped his fingers around both of our cocks. Slowly, he began to glide his paw up and down our cocks and I clung tightly onto his shoulders.

"Duncan, when the hell are we going to fuck him? What is this pussy shit?"

The german shepherd licked his lips as he leaned into me. His paw clasped tighter and began to rub our cocks faster and faster as our mixed precum started lubing us up. "I want to hear him beg for it. I want to hear how bad the bitch wants our cocks." He leaned into my ear as I shook my hands on the muscles of his back. "Come on, bitch boy, tell us. Tell us what you want and it's yours."

"I-I-I want." My hands shook more as I felt I was getting close. "I want to be your... own personal, dirty whore."

"Come on... that's it. How?" His balls rub and shook against mine.

"Fuck me. I want to know what it's like to get fucked by a real man. I've been erect on the bleachers too many times, waiting for this. I want this... no..." I bit my lip. "I need this."

He pulled away and smiled wide with eyes still hungry and wild. Duncan pushed his paws against me and I fell backward onto the table.

I felt the fall cushioned as someone's paws gently caught and guided my shoulders down. A new smell came into the room as my eyes fixated on the fat black cock dangling above my face. Roger had a warm smile from above as Duncan grabbed and lifted up my ankles to get my ass ready. "Hey Duncan, wanna switch?"

He let my legs back down as my blush deepened. "Damn, well if you can handle it, Kyle."

I studied the giant dong above my face and honestly didn't even know how I'd go about fitting it into my mouth. "Hey, uh, won't that hurt?"

"I'll loosen you up all nice. I doubt you'd fit all of this in that whore mouth of yours anyway."

He had one thing right, but my tail hole might not fare any better. Still, the image of that fat head going inside of me for my first time drove me wild. "Go big or go home, right?"

Roger chuckled before Duncan shoved him aside. "Oh, am I not big enough for ya?"

He stroked up and down his length and my heart raced to look at his girthy red cock.

"Roger will treat you just fine, Kyle. Besides, I got more than enough flavor to spare. We canines get pretty leaky and wet. Makes it hard to find someone willing to give me head sometimes, but I'm sure your whore mouth wouldn't mind it."

His cock had a dollop of precum at his red tip as it throbbed and my mouth watered. Teasing me and making a show, he brought a paw up and down his length causing a trail of the clear fluid to grow and leak from the tip. Duncan's other paw came down upon my mane before wrapping and gripping lightly at my throat beneath it. His choking grip on me tightened and caused me to squirm. His leaky head awaited my closed lips.

"Open up for daddy, whore. Roger, can you give me a hand?"

I felt Roger grasp my ankles and peel back my legs up into the air. My blush deepened as my ass exposed itself to him and he rested my ankles upon his shoulders. I felt his wet finger prod and play at my asshole. "Sure thing. This will get him nice and open for ya." Without a second thought, I reached down to grab at my throbbing cock and begin to jerk it. The feeling and sensations all around me... I couldn't take it. I felt Duncan actually choke me in his grip and I moaned out. He took the opportunity to line his leaky tip to my open lips and all-too-slowly guided himself in. "That's it, Kyle. Just suck on it lightly, no teeth, I'll do the rest."

His skin was smooth and warm as he slowly pressed his hips forwards. Was this happening? Was I really rubbing my lips around the head of a cock? Holy fuck, I was about to taste him.

Roger held down my tail to expose my hole before slipping his wet, fat digit into it.

I began to feel the rest of Duncan's head go past my lips. My whole body shook and twitched as my nostrils flared. I moved my tongue nervously up and his tip nudged against it. I welcomed more and more of his cock into my mouth and closed my eyes from the pleasure.

"Damn, I almost forgot this was your first time tasting dick. Roger, you got a hand for our special study buddy?"

I felt Roger's fingers wrap around my cock as he slowly stroked it, savoring how much I wanted to orgasm. I sucked on Duncan's needy length as he filled my mouth with his cock. The rich, salty, metallic taste was like nothing I experienced. The more turned on I got, the tastier and more intense his flavor seemed to become. I realized his wet and slimy juices were building upon my tongue as his precum dripped from his tip. He wasn't kidding about being leaky.

The natural lubrication helped as he began to fuck my virgin mouth slowly. "That's it. Oh boy, that's it." His hips thrusting as he glided the cock up and down across my tongue. Duncan's balls put me in a trance as they moved back and forth as he fucked my mouth raw.

Roger stuck another digit in and pushed against my tail hole until it began to give and stretch out. I throbbed and squirmed my legs. His paw continued to move slowly up and down my length, teasing me to no end. As he did so, he began to really move and wiggle his fingers to stretch me farther. "You like that, huh? Can't have you cumming yet though, bitch. We still got a spit roast to do."

He pulled out his digits from my asshole as Duncan grabbed onto my mane and slid his pent-up cock in and out of my mouth. He shook his thigh as I pressed my lips tightly against his shaft and sucked on him hard.

The taste and sensation of his red cock in my mouth, however, was quickly overshadowed by the rough, stretching of my asshole as Roger pushed in his tip. I felt a rough pain around my ass and began to clench on his shaft.

"Damn you're a tight little virgin bitch. You enjoying being fucked by both ends?"

Duncan gripped my cheeks and looked down at me with his cock buried into my maw. "How's a real man taste, bitch boy? I'm ripe and raw for you. You lovin' the taste of a hard practice?"

I moaned and felt his red, hard, juicy length throb against the start of my throat. The table began to rattle as they pushed me back and forth between them. Goosebumps dotted my skin as my tight insides loosened allowing Roger to fuck me more easily. Every other chance I got, I swallowed more of the rich flavors of Duncan's sex.

Their speed kicked up a couple of degrees and neither one of them could keep their dominant and collected composure. Duncan was nearly drooling out of the side of his maw and trembling as he began to rub his tip against my tight throat.

"F-fuck, I think..." Duncan breathed heavily. "I might not last any longer." He shook and sped up, bringing his big red cock quickly across my tongue as I lapped and tried to suck his orgasm straight from him. He held the sides of my face and buckled his hips with his balls against my muzzle.

I was so focused on Duncan, but Roger was picking up his own pace as he railed my asshole. Fuck I couldn't do it. I grabbed my own cock and began to trace my fingers down it rapidly and needily until I felt my tail hole clench around Roger's big black cock in my ass.

He pressed himself all the way into me causing an overwhelming amount of pleasure as I reached my climax. I leaned into Duncan and met my lips against his crotch causing him to grow stiff and hold my face even tighter.

"F-f-fuck."

I got lost in the moment as his balls tightened and he shot a stream of his warm, hot steamy load down my throat. My tongue danced at his tip as I tasted his spunk shoot out from it. Chills went down my body and waves of pleasure came before I felt my insides blasted by Roger's warm juices.

Duncan leaned over the table panting and gasping for air as I sucked the rest of the cum from his dick. He could hardly stand and, from the aching pain beneath the overwhelming pleasure at my rear, I didn't know how well I'd be able to stand either.

I felt my warm seed all over my chest and even on parts of my throat... or was that Duncan's seed? It was all hard to tell at this point.

"Fuck, you took dick like a whore with the asshole of a virgin. Kyle, I might need to keep ya around for more... studying."

I smiled with Duncan's warm cock still in my mouth. Both of them pulled out from me and I began to look at the mess all over my chest and lick my lips. I took a deep breath for air and felt at my throat to make sure it wasn't torn to shreds. "I could do with that."

A paw grabbed my maw and turned me away. Suddenly, Duncan's lips pressed against mine as he led me into a passionate, dominant kiss. My heart raced before his tongue came down into my maw and tasted the remnants of his payload.

"I never knew you to kiss one of your fuck buddies, Duncan."

I closed my eyes and couldn't get over the feeling of our tongues against each other as our saliva mixed. It was at this moment I realized I lost my virginity before having my first kiss.

He pulled away as a spit trail connected our maws before Roger lifted up my chin and took his own turn. He pulled me against him into a kiss that he made a show of, likely to try to outdo Duncan, but I wasn't complaining. The warm cum all over my chest rubbed all over his chest as he felt and squeezed my ass covered and leaking his seed.

"And that's how you kiss." He said pulling away.

I looked at him with my maw hung open. "Holy shit." I fell backward onto the table and lay in ecstasy unable to comprehend what just happened.

"Same time next week, study buddy?"

I smiled at Duncan. "We got the weekend don't we?"