College Life
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---It was the dull, dragging days just after midterms. All the tests were done, and all the parties celebrating their passing had gone as well. All that remained was to wait for thenext excuse to drink a trough of beer and act dumb. All the cans had long been crushedand not-recycled, all the cigarette butts picked out of the carpet, the furniture put back inits rightful spot. A dull sense of dread had fallen over the house shared by eight collegestudents, settling into everyone's fur. They slumped under the weight of boredom andlistlessness. Not one could think of anything to do, or anything to talk about, that hadn'talready been done or talked about before.They were shuffling. Coming back from the last classes of the day, guys tossed their books onto any nearby surface and settled into the couch like six-feet under. Nobodytalked; nobody had anything to say. Any minute someone would turn on the PlayStationand the night would be lost to organizing a draft in Madden. Finally, someone, a heromaybe, grasped at the only topic nobody remembered discussing before.The question didn't dent the silence of the room. Nobody knew how to answer. Nobodyeven knew a good way to go about lying."I don't know, I think I can go an hour," a lean bat said, rubbing his eyes as if trying tothink. "It depends, you know. I mean, you take a break or two and all...""You can't count breaks! That's bullshit!" an otter protested from the corner, chugging a beer like it hadn't been the last in the fridge. "That's like saying I went two hours but took a couple days' break in between.""Don't you mean weeks?""I'm gonna say months," someone added."It's probably a cumulative measurement.""Oh fuck off.""Seriously though," a hyena interrupted, "like, thirty minutes average, right? I mean we're just talking about actual fucking. Even twenty minutes would be good, right?" He dartedhis eyes back and forth, hoping the others would back him up. They looked nervouslyaround to each other: some reclined on the couch, or leaned against the bookcase thatheld no actual books. They bit their tongues. It was a moment where everyone wanted to brag but didn't know if they were qualified. Stamina wasn't a subject that came up often.
The only person who didn't seem nervous, at least partially because he was more bemused, was the mutt buried behind a book, a slight smile on his muzzle as he easedthrough the last page, dog-eared his place, shut the cover, and announced "I coulddefinitely fuck all night, but no one's ever been able to keep up with me."The room erupted into fervent jeers and accusations. The ferret behind the mutt tousledhis hair, covering his eyes and jostling him around a little. He was hit on the chest with anempty beer can, and he accepted all the gentle ribbing with a smile that defied their incredulity. If nothing else, the lethargy had risen from the room. It was a good sign tosee the guys laughing again. They got up off the couch and surrounded him, an almostmenacing scene for the innocent mutt, a German Shepherd-Husky mix with all the besttraits of both pressed into a slightly bulky body, the kinda weight that youth makes seemso much lighter, bouncy even. He rested the book on his stomach and met his accusershead-on."You're the only bottom in the house, Aaron, I'm sure you could last all night. All yougotta do is sit there and moan." A surprisingly aggressive bunny twink jibed. The crowdlaughed. A high five may have been exchanged. There was a genuine sense of superiorityamong the clan, who may have attributed the fact that the nerdy mutt had never acquiesced to their advances before to a sense of intimidation."What does that have to do with stamina? It takes a lot of work to bottom right, most of you would be worn out within a half hour!" the mutt shot back at the crowd. He didn'ttypically get sarcastic or confrontational, or even say much at all, but the accusations of exaggeration cut into him. Even his little outburst had his stomach all aflutter with those butterflies you hear so much about, a twitter he tried to hide in his voice that may havegiven away his shortage of confidence. But he saw something coming together here,something that only needed expert manipulation for all its necessary pieces to fall into place. "It's something that's hard to describe to a bunch of tops that just wanna poundaway like us bottoms aren't anything more than a tight spot with accessories.""Sometimes they ain't even a tight spot!" the otter said, earning an eye roll from Aaron."Whatcha gotta do is, too many guys get their bottoms too loose before they fuck 'em,stretch all the tightness away with their fingers just so they won't have to hear any bitching. What you bottoms need to do is just bite your pillow and let us do our thing."Aaron's face spoke of nothing more than disbelief at the otter's carelessness."Yeah, yeah," the bunny added, choking through his own laughter, his confrontationaland mocking tone seeming so discordant with his slight, inoffensive figure "Until bottoms are ready to deal with the pressure of actually doing the work, they can just relaxand let us take care of it.""And how many of those guys ever come back for another go, after treating them likethat?""Shiiiiit," the bunny added without losing a step, "blow out a bottom and toss 'em aside.
Dime a dozen. You oughta feel lucky to live in a house full of tops yet you just wanna sitaround and read all the time. I think- I think you're a little scared.""Yeah," the otter added, stepping forward and throwing an arm around the bunny insolidarity, "You're afraid one of these days one of us is gonna leave you panting and sore,face down in the mattress, or else you woulda taken on one of us sexy bastards by now."Well, that was the last straw. "Not to feed your ego," the mutt said, the crack in the back of his voice he well hidden behind a veneer of false confidence, "but let's make a bet of that." He wondered if it was too late to just shut up and not get himself into a mess, buthis mouth was on auto-pilot. "I could take all of you, tonight, without breaking a sweat. Icould make all of you cum and I'd still be ready for more, guaranteed." His plump assalready hurt a little just thinking about what he'd gotten himself into.The mutt's throat dried almost immediately after he issued his challenge. He'd never quitetaken the time to count how many other guys lived in the house, and looking around theroom... could it really be that many? He saw the otter and bunny gave each other a smirk.The other guys fell into a more neutral kind of excitement, though the looks of intrigueon their faces couldn't match in intensity the almost cruel planning you could see goingon behind the two schemers' smiles."If I don't, I'll be house servant for a month." Oh dear, he didn't mean to say that. He wasstill trying to figure out this whole Being Confident thing and slip-ups like that were bound to happen. He tried to pull the words back into his mouth but that, of course, wasimpossible. The excitement in the room was so concentrated between the eager otter and bunny that you might have seen electricity arc between them. A general, heavy interestseemed to float in the room, was almost palpable among the crowd of horny collegestudents. Everyone weighed the benefits of studying while getting a blowjob, textingwhile getting a blowjob, eating while getting a blowjob, and perhaps best of all giving a blowjob while getting a blowjob. They all sized each other up. Seven. Seven virile youngmen with seven dicks. Everyone seemed to like the odds."House servant? You mean house bitch?" The bunny smacked his lips, crossing his arms."If that's the term you want to use," Aaron gritted through his teeth. He never did like thatword. "But, obviously, should I win-" he didn't quite want to say "when" he won, "Then Iget you two for a month, all to myself," singling out the pair who had pushed the muttalong so precipitously."So to get this right, should you lose, you get fucked for a month... are you even going totry to win?" the otter sneered in that half-mocking voice.. "Okay, deal's done, let's gethim out of that tee." The otter stepped forward and found himself nudged aside by thehyena who had displayed his insecurity so proudly only a few moments before. Theravenously horny young man cut off the scheming pair en route to the mutt. It was atwitch reflex. He might have been waiting for his cue since the conversation began. The bunny and otter, not ones to argue with such excitement, let him at it.
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