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College Days
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
All Rights Reserved.
With a shy, furtive glance, the young whitetail hung his head, then the warm furred fingers of the older red deer buck gently lifted his lovers head, making the whitetail look into his mates eyes. As their gaze me, the whitetail sighed and moaned in longing, remembering now, why he adored this gentle older stag, who smiled down at his beloved then trailed a fingertip lightly along the Whitetail's muzzle stripe then across his furred lips....
BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...
Jeremy screamed, sitting bolt upright in his college bed, his heart pounding like a hammer in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps – and the unmistakable warmth that quickly spread across his thin boxers brought him crashing back to reality with a sickening lurch. He moaned in misery and embarrassment, not having had wet dreams since he was thirteen years old...now – out of the blue... He glanced around nervously, his ears flicking too and fro, buy only the strident squealing of his alarm clock could be heard. With a sigh, he reached over and smacked it, silencing its piercing wail.
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Freshly showered, Jeremy walked back down the hallway to his dorm room,his hooves clicking against the floor and echoing off the walls. A few early risers, like himself, passed him in the hall, exchanging mumbled comments – most looking and sounding more like the walking undead, rather than his college friends and acquaintances. Chuckling quietly to himself, he made his way back to his dorm room, then as he stepped inside, his muzzle wrinkled and he caught the strong musky scent – before going to the window and throwing it open, hoping to ventilate the room before a dorm-friend decided to drop by....
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Jeremy stood naked as the day he'd been born, before the mirror, the deep brown eyes of the young whitetail gazing at his reflection in the mirror; as he turned slowly one way, then the other, his dark furred paws lightly stroking over his firm chest muscles and down his equally well muscled stomach. Oh, he readily acknowledged he was no football jock, some muscle-bound hulk of furt, gristle and a brain the size of a dessicated pea...but he was not as effeminate as some thought him to be, but he confessed – he wasn't half the stag he was meant to be. With a nervous chuckle, Jeremy sighed and ran his hands up over his ears, slicking them back before he shook his head slowly. Many of his dorm-friends and other associates knew he was – at the least – a little 'friendly' with other males, but no-one really made a big scene over it, as they said – what Jeremy did with other liked mined anthropomorphic creatures – or the rare human, in the privacy of his dorm room, well – that was their buisness.
Jeremeny liked this college, nobody victimised those who were openly gay, or bi, nobody played cruel and vandictive pranks..even the faculty staff were at least 'open minded' enough, not too conciously single out a particular human or anthro, because of their sexuality...oh, sure, sometimes it happened unintentionally – but apologies were made, and most times, accepted with minimal fanfare, and this was just how Jeremy prefered it. Whilst not openly gay-friendly, the college was very accepting of those whose sexuality didn't strictly follow the heterosexual model. Even the big, muscle bound jocks and others gave the gay, lesbian and bi people space – which considering the last college jeremy had been at...this was a version of heaven....
the emerald green skirt he wore, then trailing up over the light blue blouse, his fingers trembling as he swirled the skirt and shivered. He felt...highly charged; with sexual arousal he only got, whilst cross dressing, his firm sheath first bulging the frilly panties we wore, then poking up, the tight elastic clinging like a paw to his sheath as he gurgled and felt his length being pressed into his warm, creamy belly fur. Moaning softly, he sank to his knees, the skirt puddling around him, as he reached a paw down inside the waistband of the skirt and gasped, throwing his head back; his lips peeling back in a gesture of pure cervine ecstasy, a low, gurgling moan torn from his throat as his fingers touched his incredibly sensitive length. His long, slender tail was a white and brown blur against his rump, flagging wildly with reckless abandon, as he began using his paw to pleasure himself.
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