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Posted using PostyBirb", "writing": "\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b]Billings, MT, January 16th[/b]\n\n“Is this really needed?” Thomas asked, fidgeting behind the kangaroo. The room beyond the reception was poorly lit, but not so much he couldn’t make out the object of his apprehension. The door with the electronic scanner and what lay behind.\n\nGuys. Naked guys having sex. Strangers he was expected to have sex with.\n\nHe shouldn’t be this nervous, he told himself. It wasn’t like sex with strangers was a new thing for him. But it had been at Sigma Gamma Theta’s parties, and then at the college. A good number of them had become friends, even discounting those now hunting him like he was a fugitive from the law.\n\nBut it wasn’t the same here.\n\nThe sex here came with the expectation that he’d never see the guy again. Sure, at college he couldn’t be sure he’d see the guy again, but there was the chance they’d cross patch, that they’d talk and strike up a friendship. This would be sex and then gone, never to see them again. That felt… odd. Having to pay to get in didn’t help this feel normal.\n\n“It is,” Grant replied, handing him one of the two towels. “Unless you know someone in Billings who can take care of it for you.”\n\n“The only guys I know outside Minneapolis are the ones we don’t want to meet up with.”\n\n“Then it seems like you’re low on options.” The kangaroo swiped a keycard over the door’s scanner and pulled the door opened, motioning for Thomas to precede him in.\n\nThomas hesitated. On Paul’s sixteenth birthday, once their friends had left and his mother was sleeping, the two of them had downloaded a porno that had taking place in a bathhouse like this one. Debauchery was the most polite term for what he’d seen, and four months spent living at the frat hadn’t contradicted what took place when a bunch of guys got together.\n\nHe forced himself forward, and instead of the ruckus of grunts and moans produced by fucking, soft conversations, locker doors opening and closing, and sound of running showered were what greeted him.\n\n“You’re coming in?” He asked when Grant followed him.\n\n“I’m paying, so yeah, I’m planning on enjoying myself, too.”\n\n“But…” Thomas hesitated and lowered his voice. “It’s just guys here, right?”\n\nThe name of the establishment was Ride’M Cowboy, and the animated image on the wall next to the outside door hadn’t shown the parts that would mark it as obscene, but it had been clear as to what said cowboy was riding. It wasn’t a horse, or a woman.\n\n“Yes.” The kangaroo pushed Thomas forward, and the short hall opened up into the locker room, on his left were rows of lockers, with benches between them and the showers at the back. What he could see the of the showers showed them to be individual stalls with curtains for privacy and that surprised him. Another way the prono had lied to him.\n\nIt had also had the guys going at it on the benches. While here, no one was even looking at the other naked men lewdly.\n\n“I didn’t know you were gay,” Thomas commented, forcing himself not to eye the naked guys.\n\n“I’m not.” Grant passed the card over the sensor of two lockers and opened them.\n\n“But you’re into guys?” Thomas asked, trying to reconcile the situation.\n\n“I am.” The kangaroo gestured to the door. “Put your thumb on the sensor.”\n\nThomas did so as he realized the assumption he’d fallen victim to even though he knew better. How often had he stood next to Paul as his brand of gayness came up as part of a guy hitting on the golden tiger and he then had to answer interminable questions about being demi-sexual?\n\n“Put your stuff in there,” Grant said, then started undressing. He put the shirt in and chuckled. “They expect you to be at least in your underwear.”\n\nThomas shook himself and had his jacket and shirt in when the kangaroo dropped his pants and boxers without even looking at who might be checking him out. The underwear had the same pattern as the shirt and he wondered if they’d come as a set before being distracted by the moderately sized cock and balls under them.\n\n“I’m not a quad,” Grant said with a chuckle.\n\nEars burning, Thomas hurried to get out of his clothes. Grant hadn’t even had to look in his direction to know what the rat had been thinking. That made twice in a few minutes and with the same guy, Thomas had made an assumption. And again, he’d known better. Sure, he’d never seen a naked kangaroo before, but he’d taken high school biology, and the difference between people and quads had come up, which had included kangaroos.\n\nGrant caught his hand as Thomas grabbed the armband.\n\nRight. Taking that off would make him visible to his frat brother and he didn’t think all the guys in the bathhouse would be enough of a distraction. Except Limbani, he would definitely be distracted by doing all the guys in here. But he’d somehow still manage to keep up the chase in the process. Thomas didn’t know anyone able to multitask with sex the way monkey could.\n\nThomas closed the door and lowered his hand holding the towel until his crotch was covered. “So…” he trailed off, ears burning, as he noticed passing guys looking him over. A bear who had to be his grandfather’s age smiled at him. He looked down. “Does this mean we’re going to…”\n\n“No,” Grant said. “I’ll be nearby, but you’re on your own. You need to get used to doing this by yourself, since there’s no telling when you’ll be able to go home to your usual bedfellows. Start with a shower, then wander around until someone strikes your fancy. That’s the basic of just about every bathhouse out there.”\n\nThomas swallowed, ears still burning. “I don’t know if I can… perform while this nervous.”\n\nThe kangaroo snorted. “Thomas, if you aren’t hard by the time you’re out of the shower, you’ll have proved you’re not Society.” He grinned. “But even if you aren’t. Trust me when I tell you that in a place like this, you can find guys that’ll put even your frat mates to shame; in equipment and experience.”\n\nThomas swallowed as he envisioned someone bigger than Chima, or more masterful than Henry.\n\nThe kangaroo leaned in and whispered. “Are you hard?”\n\nThomas reflexively looked down, not that he had to, and nodded.\n\n“I rest my case.” Grant chuckled. “Now, go shower and remember that this is about having a good time first. The rest is just a… happy consequence of a happy ending.”\n\nOh sure, Thomas thought as the kangaroo pushed him toward the showers, it was have a happing ending, or just an ending to his life. No pressure. He was quite aware of the other guys in various states of undress as he approached the stalls. Maybe he could stay in there and just jack off? How many times would it take before he could get out and not be rock hard again at the sight of the next naked man? Fuck. He’d known his sex drive had cranked up to porn levels since joining the frat, but maybe Grant was right. It had to be magic for him to be unable to even contemplate getting soft at the moment.\n\nHe kept a mental lock on his nervousness as he felt and imagined eyes on him. He’d asked for him to add something like what he’d done to the pickup to the armband, but the kangaroo had gone on to explain about the contradictions in the flow of the fabric and the required rigidity needed to hold someone back. There had been more, but that was the extent of what the rat had retained.\n\nSo Grant had finished with telling Thomas he would have to watch himself so he didn’t accidentally teleport, utterly missing the contradiction inherent in trying to prevent something that, by definition, couldn’t be planned for.\n\nSo Thomas did all he could to remain aware of what happened around him, the guys happening and the grandfatherly bear approaching just as Thomas reached an unoccupied stall.\n\n“Hello, young man.” He had a deep, warm voice. “I couldn’t help noticing you’re nervous. Is this your first time?”\n\n“I’ve had sex before,” Thomas blurted out and barely kept from groaning.\n\nThe bear smiled. “That’s good. A place like this isn’t where you want to learn, and today I’m not in a teaching mood.” The bear ran a hand along Thomas’s shoulder, then past it to pull the curtain aside. “What I can do, is help you relax.”\n\n“Aren’t I young?” Thomas looked down, embarrassed at the attention from the older man, and comforted by his smell. Next to the tent in his towel, the bear’s cock stood at attention. From this angle, it looked average in length, but on the thicker side.\n\nThe man raised Thomas’s head with a finger under his muzzle. “We’re all men here. You tell me no, and I’ll sadly let you be.”\n\n“It’s…” Thomas backed into the stall, swallowing his surprise. He’d never even considered such a situation, but there was the man, old enough to be his grandfather, offering. “Are we allowed to do that here?” he asked as the bear followed him in, closing the curtain.\n\n“It isn’t forbidden, simply considered in bad taste to do it in the open. Too many movies have taught young men that anything goes in a place like this.”\n\nThomas opened his mouth, his face heating up, to explain that he hadn’t meant it that way, but the kiss happened first. Thomas closed his eyes as the tongue pushes his lips apart. He moaned as it entered his muzzle. A callused hand closing on his hard cock made him realize he’d dropped his towel, but he didn’t care.\n\nThe bear smiled, then broke the kiss. “Eager, I like that. What would you like to do?”\n\nEverything, he mentally screamed, unable to make his mouth work.\n\nThe man chuckled. “Can you say artichoke?”\n\nThe strangeness of the question derailed his thoughts hard enough he expected to hear the squealing of brakes, followed but the sound of metal slamming into metal. The bear was looking at him expectantly.\n\n“Artichoke?” Thomas said, the uncertainly making it a question.\n\n“Good. That’s your safe word. You seem to be at a loss as to what you want, so I’ll do things to you. I don’t plan on hurting you, but if you need me to stop at any point, just just say that word.\n\nThomas nodded, relieved and immediately tensed as the man reached for the armband. “Artichoke. It stays on, okay?” he added at the tilted ear.\n\n“Is it a mark of ownership?” the bear asked, sounding concerned. “I saw that the man you came in with insisted you keep it on.”\n\nThomas shook his head. “It’s complicated…. Do you believe in—” a finger on his lips silenced him.\n\n“You used the safe word and explained what you didn’t want me to do,” the bear said calmly and smiled. “That’s what it’s for. Oddities are what makes life interesting. Shall I continue?”\n\nThomas nodded and was pressed against the stall’s wall, the older man running his hands along the rat’s sides, stomach, chest, neck. Thomas responded by touching the bear, his hand impatiently wrapping around the balls and cock, biting his lower lip as the man played with his nipples.\n\n“Fuck me.”\n\n“Are you sure?” the bear asked.\n\nThomas nodded. \n\nThe bear took a condom and a packet of lube from a plastic bowl stuck to the wall, by the stall’s entrance. Thomas started to protest that he’d had his immunity shots, but stopped. If the man had taken it, it made him more comfortable to use one and Thomas wasn’t going to push him out of his comfort zone. The man handed him the condom, and Thomas dropped ot his knees. He licked the balls, then swallowed the cock to its hilt.\n\n“Oh, dear God,” the bear said. “I don’t object, but if you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to stop.” Thomas looked up, grinning, as he took the condom out of the package. “That’s a talented mouth you have.”\n\nOnce the cock was wrapped, Thomas stood. He took the packet of lube and slicked it and then his hole, before turning and raising his tail.\n\n“Do you need me to loosen you?”\n\nThomas shook his head. He couldn’t remember the last time one of his frat brothers had had to bother with preparing him before they fucked him. The bear pressed against him and Thomas found himself against the wall again, but from the front this time. He felt the finger searching and finding his hole, then something pressed and stretched him\n\nA spike of sensation, that was never the pain he imagined even his first time should have caused, back when Limbani fucking him on that stone block, and the head was inside. \n\nThe bear hissed in pleasure. “You’re surprisingly tight, for not being in discomfort.”\n\nThomas pressed back, suddenly needing the bear to fuck him, to cum inside him. He was hungry as if he hadn’t eaten in days.\n\nThe bear initially thrust slowly, then picked up speed. Thomas tightened his ass and with a curse, the man tensed. The cock spasmed, and… something was off. Thomas didn’t know what, but something was missing. The bear panted in his ear for a second, then pulled out.\n\nBefore Thomas thought about it, he dropped to his knees, pulled the condom off and swallowed the cock again. Flavors exploded in his mouth, salty, tangy, wonderful. What had the man eaten for his cum to have such flavors? Not satisfied with the little he tasted, he was sucking him off, trying to coax a second load out.\n\n“You need to stop,” the bear said with some urgency, then pulled Thomas to his feet. “I’m afraid that at my age, I need a rest, and I get too sensitive.”\n\n“You taste amazing.”\n\nThe bear smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you need help with your shower?”\n\n“My what?” Thomas looked around and realized he was in a shower stall.\n\n“It warms my heart to know I have such an effect on a young man. If you won’t need my help, I’m going to go sit down.”\n\n“Can I fuck you?” Thomas asked on impulse.\n\nThe bear tilted an ear. “Do you top? With how quickly you offered your ass, I thought you were a bottom.”\n\n“Sometimes I just need to be fucked.” Thomas smiled wistfully. “The first guy I topped has spent the entire semester riding my ass like a workhorse.” The smile dripped as he remembered that Limbani was hunting him this very moment.\n\n“That expression is my sign to leave,” the bear said. “But how about this? I’m going to head tot the bar, and while I can’t promise I’ll be there when you get out, if I am we can find a bench and you can fuck me on it.”\n\nThomas smiled hungrily. “Okay.”\n\nThomas showered as quickly as he could, then settled for damp fur in his hurry to head to the bar.\n\nThe bar turned out to be better lit. A room with a counter on which naked men sat enjoying drinks, along with a few unoccupied tables and booths where the men might be doing more than drinking. The grandfatherly bear wasn’t among the men in the bar.\n\n“What can I mix you?” the antelope on the other side of counter asked Thomas once he stepped up to it. “Before you ask, nothing’s alcoholic, but I can make a virgin version of anything you can think of.” He leaned forward as he looked Thomas up and down. “And I’m not on the menu until I get off in three hours.”\n\nThe dalmatian on the stool next to Thomas snorted.\n\n“Did you see a bear?” Thomas asked. “Old enough to be my grandfather. Brown fur with gray in it.”\n\n“Bruce?” the antelope replied. “Yeah, he was here a few minutes ago. Stopped long enough to get the attention of a guy your age. They’ll be in a room somewhere.”\n\n“Don’t waste your time on him,” the dalmatian said. He was in his late twenties. “He never fucks the same guy twice.”\n\n“Oh,” Thomas said, disappointed, and immediately realized how misplaced the reaction was. This was a place where he could find anyone he wanted to fuck. What did it matter if it wasn’t one specific guy? The antelope had looked him over, and now so was the dalmatian. “Want to get fucked?”\n\n“As a matter of fact, I would.” The man escorted Thomas through a hall, then into a room with half a dozen low beds, only one of which was occupied. A lion slowly riding a tiger.\n\nThomas pushed the dalmatian onto his back on one, raised his legs over his shoulder and lined up his cock.\n\n“Whoa there, hold your horses.” The dalmatian handed Thomas a packet. “There’s some prep needed.” Thomas opened his mouth to protest it wasn’t needed, but noticed it was lube. Ears burning, he used it to slick himself and the man’s hole.\n\n“Do you need me to loosen you up?” Thomas asked, remembering the bear asking him.\n\n“I’m good with just lube,” the dalmatian replied with a smirk. “You aren’t my first guy today.”\n\nThomas realigned his cock and slowly pushed in.\n\n“Oh, yeah.” The last word stretched into a sigh. “No need to be too gentle. I can take some abuse.”\n\nThomas nodded, barely hearing the comment. This felt right and amazing. Flesh should be against flesh; heat on heat. He didn’t know how he wasn’t cumming right then and there. He bottomed and pulled back, pushing in again before his cock was fully out. He grabbed the guy’s cock and stroked it, causing the ass to spasm around his cock. \n\nHad it always felt this good? How was he still not cumming?\n\nHe fucked harder; the pleasure increasing. He moaned as the man under him said things, tensed and, just as Thomas finally came, the ass tightened around his cock. \n\nHe held himself there as his cock pulsed and whole body vibrated. That was… it was… fuck, was there a word? His hand was covered in the dalamtian’s cum, and he licked it. Fuck, did all the guys here eat the same thing for their cum to take this good?\n\n“I am never going to get enough of this,” the man said dreamily.\n\n“Really?” Thomas asked, mildly surprised someone outside the frat enjoyed it as much as they did.\n\n“Oh yeah. Cock up my ass, filled with cum.” He sighed. “There’s no better way to fill an afternoon.”\n\nThomas grinned. “Hold on then,” and he was thrusting again.\n\n“You’re still hard?” the dalmatian asked in surprise, then his head fell back and he moaned.\n\nThomas couldn’t believe it felt just as amazing as the previous time, all the way to the orgasm, even if he was the only one reach it. The dalmatian’s cock was still soft, but the smile on his face said he’d still enjoyed the ride. Once he was able to breathe again, Thomas pulled out.\n\n“Man, I miss being young,” the man said.\n\nThomas raised an eyebrow. “You could do this when you were my age?”\n\n“I could never do that,” the man said with a chuckle. “I’ve never been one for topping, but my back could take a dozen guys before it needed a rest. Now I’m going to have to stand and walk around for a bit before I lay back on it again.”\n\n“If you want another go at it, I’m going to be here all night.”\n\nThe dalmatian shrugged. “Sure, you never know.” Then he was walking out of the room.\n\nThere was a dry sauna at the end of the hall that reminded Thomas of Madoc and his room of worship… and that image took on an entirely new meaning now that Grant had told him of gods and how sex was like worshiping for the guy in the frat. Thomas entered and was sitting on a cock the moment the offer was accepted, then he had one in his muzzle. The man under him came and Thomas felt like his senses lit up. That was what had been missing with the bear. The man he was sucking off came, then Thomas had him bend on the bench, fucking him while someone pushed into the rat and fucked him.\n\nThomas found a communal shower after that, which put the one in the movie he and Paul watched to shame with the level of debauchery taking place. He eagerly joined in and fucked, was fucked and sucked off anyone and everyone in his vicinity. He was no cleaner leaving than he’d been entering it, just wetter, which felt appropriate since he then found the wet sauna.\n\nThere was the gym room after that, where on top of impressing the guys there with how much he could fuck them. He did the same with how much he could press. 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Billings, MT, January 16th

“Is this really needed?” Thomas asked, fidgeting behind the kangaroo. The room beyond the reception was poorly lit, but not so much he couldn’t make out the object of his apprehension. The door with the electronic scanner and what lay behind.

Guys. Naked guys having sex. Strangers he was expected to have sex with.

He shouldn’t be this nervous, he told himself. It wasn’t like sex with strangers was a new thing for him. But it had been at Sigma Gamma Theta’s parties, and then at the college. A good number of them had become friends, even discounting those now hunting him like he was a fugitive from the law.

But it wasn’t the same here.

The sex here came with the expectation that he’d never see the guy again. Sure, at college he couldn’t be sure he’d see the guy again, but there was the chance they’d cross patch, that they’d talk and strike up a friendship. This would be sex and then gone, never to see them again. That felt… odd. Having to pay to get in didn’t help this feel normal.

“It is,” Grant replied, handing him one of the two towels. “Unless you know someone in Billings who can take care of it for you.”

“The only guys I know outside Minneapolis are the ones we don’t want to meet up with.”

“Then it seems like you’re low on options.” The kangaroo swiped a keycard over the door’s scanner and pulled the door opened, motioning for Thomas to precede him in.

Thomas hesitated. On Paul’s sixteenth birthday, once their friends had left and his mother was sleeping, the two of them had downloaded a porno that had taking place in a bathhouse like this one. Debauchery was the most polite term for what he’d seen, and four months spent living at the frat hadn’t contradicted what took place when a bunch of guys got together.

He forced himself forward, and instead of the ruckus of grunts and moans produced by fucking, soft conversations, locker doors opening and closing, and sound of running showered were what greeted him.

“You’re coming in?” He asked when Grant followed him.

“I’m paying, so yeah, I’m planning on enjoying myself, too.”

“But…” Thomas hesitated and lowered his voice. “It’s just guys here, right?”

The name of the establishment was Ride’M Cowboy, and the animated image on the wall next to the outside door hadn’t shown the parts that would mark it as obscene, but it had been clear as to what said cowboy was riding. It wasn’t a horse, or a woman.

“Yes.” The kangaroo pushed Thomas forward, and the short hall opened up into the locker room, on his left were rows of lockers, with benches between them and the showers at the back. What he could see the of the showers showed them to be individual stalls with curtains for privacy and that surprised him. Another way the prono had lied to him.

It had also had the guys going at it on the benches. While here, no one was even looking at the other naked men lewdly.

“I didn’t know you were gay,” Thomas commented, forcing himself not to eye the naked guys.

“I’m not.” Grant passed the card over the sensor of two lockers and opened them.

“But you’re into guys?” Thomas asked, trying to reconcile the situation.

“I am.” The kangaroo gestured to the door. “Put your thumb on the sensor.”

Thomas did so as he realized the assumption he’d fallen victim to even though he knew better. How often had he stood next to Paul as his brand of gayness came up as part of a guy hitting on the golden tiger and he then had to answer interminable questions about being demi-sexual?

“Put your stuff in there,” Grant said, then started undressing. He put the shirt in and chuckled. “They expect you to be at least in your underwear.”

Thomas shook himself and had his jacket and shirt in when the kangaroo dropped his pants and boxers without even looking at who might be checking him out. The underwear had the same pattern as the shirt and he wondered if they’d come as a set before being distracted by the moderately sized cock and balls under them.

“I’m not a quad,” Grant said with a chuckle.

Ears burning, Thomas hurried to get out of his clothes. Grant hadn’t even had to look in his direction to know what the rat had been thinking. That made twice in a few minutes and with the same guy, Thomas had made an assumption. And again, he’d known better. Sure, he’d never seen a naked kangaroo before, but he’d taken high school biology, and the difference between people and quads had come up, which had included kangaroos.

Grant caught his hand as Thomas grabbed the armband.

Right. Taking that off would make him visible to his frat brother and he didn’t think all the guys in the bathhouse would be enough of a distraction. Except Limbani, he would definitely be distracted by doing all the guys in here. But he’d somehow still manage to keep up the chase in the process. Thomas didn’t know anyone able to multitask with sex the way monkey could.

Thomas closed the door and lowered his hand holding the towel until his crotch was covered. “So…” he trailed off, ears burning, as he noticed passing guys looking him over. A bear who had to be his grandfather’s age smiled at him. He looked down. “Does this mean we’re going to…”

“No,” Grant said. “I’ll be nearby, but you’re on your own. You need to get used to doing this by yourself, since there’s no telling when you’ll be able to go home to your usual bedfellows. Start with a shower, then wander around until someone strikes your fancy. That’s the basic of just about every bathhouse out there.”

Thomas swallowed, ears still burning. “I don’t know if I can… perform while this nervous.”

The kangaroo snorted. “Thomas, if you aren’t hard by the time you’re out of the shower, you’ll have proved you’re not Society.” He grinned. “But even if you aren’t. Trust me when I tell you that in a place like this, you can find guys that’ll put even your frat mates to shame; in equipment and experience.”

Thomas swallowed as he envisioned someone bigger than Chima, or more masterful than Henry.

The kangaroo leaned in and whispered. “Are you hard?”

Thomas reflexively looked down, not that he had to, and nodded.

“I rest my case.” Grant chuckled. “Now, go shower and remember that this is about having a good time first. The rest is just a… happy consequence of a happy ending.”

Oh sure, Thomas thought as the kangaroo pushed him toward the showers, it was have a happing ending, or just an ending to his life. No pressure. He was quite aware of the other guys in various states of undress as he approached the stalls. Maybe he could stay in there and just jack off? How many times would it take before he could get out and not be rock hard again at the sight of the next naked man? Fuck. He’d known his sex drive had cranked up to porn levels since joining the frat, but maybe Grant was right. It had to be magic for him to be unable to even contemplate getting soft at the moment.

He kept a mental lock on his nervousness as he felt and imagined eyes on him. He’d asked for him to add something like what he’d done to the pickup to the armband, but the kangaroo had gone on to explain about the contradictions in the flow of the fabric and the required rigidity needed to hold someone back. There had been more, but that was the extent of what the rat had retained.

So Grant had finished with telling Thomas he would have to watch himself so he didn’t accidentally teleport, utterly missing the contradiction inherent in trying to prevent something that, by definition, couldn’t be planned for.

So Thomas did all he could to remain aware of what happened around him, the guys happening and the grandfatherly bear approaching just as Thomas reached an unoccupied stall.

“Hello, young man.” He had a deep, warm voice. “I couldn’t help noticing you’re nervous. Is this your first time?”

“I’ve had sex before,” Thomas blurted out and barely kept from groaning.

The bear smiled. “That’s good. A place like this isn’t where you want to learn, and today I’m not in a teaching mood.” The bear ran a hand along Thomas’s shoulder, then past it to pull the curtain aside. “What I can do, is help you relax.”

“Aren’t I young?” Thomas looked down, embarrassed at the attention from the older man, and comforted by his smell. Next to the tent in his towel, the bear’s cock stood at attention. From this angle, it looked average in length, but on the thicker side.

The man raised Thomas’s head with a finger under his muzzle. “We’re all men here. You tell me no, and I’ll sadly let you be.”

“It’s…” Thomas backed into the stall, swallowing his surprise. He’d never even considered such a situation, but there was the man, old enough to be his grandfather, offering. “Are we allowed to do that here?” he asked as the bear followed him in, closing the curtain.

“It isn’t forbidden, simply considered in bad taste to do it in the open. Too many movies have taught young men that anything goes in a place like this.”

Thomas opened his mouth, his face heating up, to explain that he hadn’t meant it that way, but the kiss happened first. Thomas closed his eyes as the tongue pushes his lips apart. He moaned as it entered his muzzle. A callused hand closing on his hard cock made him realize he’d dropped his towel, but he didn’t care.

The bear smiled, then broke the kiss. “Eager, I like that. What would you like to do?”

Everything, he mentally screamed, unable to make his mouth work.

The man chuckled. “Can you say artichoke?”

The strangeness of the question derailed his thoughts hard enough he expected to hear the squealing of brakes, followed but the sound of metal slamming into metal. The bear was looking at him expectantly.

“Artichoke?” Thomas said, the uncertainly making it a question.

“Good. That’s your safe word. You seem to be at a loss as to what you want, so I’ll do things to you. I don’t plan on hurting you, but if you need me to stop at any point, just just say that word.

Thomas nodded, relieved and immediately tensed as the man reached for the armband. “Artichoke. It stays on, okay?” he added at the tilted ear.

“Is it a mark of ownership?” the bear asked, sounding concerned. “I saw that the man you came in with insisted you keep it on.”

Thomas shook his head. “It’s complicated…. Do you believe in—” a finger on his lips silenced him.

“You used the safe word and explained what you didn’t want me to do,” the bear said calmly and smiled. “That’s what it’s for. Oddities are what makes life interesting. Shall I continue?”

Thomas nodded and was pressed against the stall’s wall, the older man running his hands along the rat’s sides, stomach, chest, neck. Thomas responded by touching the bear, his hand impatiently wrapping around the balls and cock, biting his lower lip as the man played with his nipples.

“Fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” the bear asked.

Thomas nodded.

The bear took a condom and a packet of lube from a plastic bowl stuck to the wall, by the stall’s entrance. Thomas started to protest that he’d had his immunity shots, but stopped. If the man had taken it, it made him more comfortable to use one and Thomas wasn’t going to push him out of his comfort zone. The man handed him the condom, and Thomas dropped ot his knees. He licked the balls, then swallowed the cock to its hilt.

“Oh, dear God,” the bear said. “I don’t object, but if you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to stop.” Thomas looked up, grinning, as he took the condom out of the package. “That’s a talented mouth you have.”

Once the cock was wrapped, Thomas stood. He took the packet of lube and slicked it and then his hole, before turning and raising his tail.

“Do you need me to loosen you?”

Thomas shook his head. He couldn’t remember the last time one of his frat brothers had had to bother with preparing him before they fucked him. The bear pressed against him and Thomas found himself against the wall again, but from the front this time. He felt the finger searching and finding his hole, then something pressed and stretched him

A spike of sensation, that was never the pain he imagined even his first time should have caused, back when Limbani fucking him on that stone block, and the head was inside.

The bear hissed in pleasure. “You’re surprisingly tight, for not being in discomfort.”

Thomas pressed back, suddenly needing the bear to fuck him, to cum inside him. He was hungry as if he hadn’t eaten in days.

The bear initially thrust slowly, then picked up speed. Thomas tightened his ass and with a curse, the man tensed. The cock spasmed, and… something was off. Thomas didn’t know what, but something was missing. The bear panted in his ear for a second, then pulled out.

Before Thomas thought about it, he dropped to his knees, pulled the condom off and swallowed the cock again. Flavors exploded in his mouth, salty, tangy, wonderful. What had the man eaten for his cum to have such flavors? Not satisfied with the little he tasted, he was sucking him off, trying to coax a second load out.

“You need to stop,” the bear said with some urgency, then pulled Thomas to his feet. “I’m afraid that at my age, I need a rest, and I get too sensitive.”

“You taste amazing.”

The bear smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Do you need help with your shower?”

“My what?” Thomas looked around and realized he was in a shower stall.

“It warms my heart to know I have such an effect on a young man. If you won’t need my help, I’m going to go sit down.”

“Can I fuck you?” Thomas asked on impulse.

The bear tilted an ear. “Do you top? With how quickly you offered your ass, I thought you were a bottom.”

“Sometimes I just need to be fucked.” Thomas smiled wistfully. “The first guy I topped has spent the entire semester riding my ass like a workhorse.” The smile dripped as he remembered that Limbani was hunting him this very moment.

“That expression is my sign to leave,” the bear said. “But how about this? I’m going to head tot the bar, and while I can’t promise I’ll be there when you get out, if I am we can find a bench and you can fuck me on it.”

Thomas smiled hungrily. “Okay.”

Thomas showered as quickly as he could, then settled for damp fur in his hurry to head to the bar.

The bar turned out to be better lit. A room with a counter on which naked men sat enjoying drinks, along with a few unoccupied tables and booths where the men might be doing more than drinking. The grandfatherly bear wasn’t among the men in the bar.

“What can I mix you?” the antelope on the other side of counter asked Thomas once he stepped up to it. “Before you ask, nothing’s alcoholic, but I can make a virgin version of anything you can think of.” He leaned forward as he looked Thomas up and down. “And I’m not on the menu until I get off in three hours.”

The dalmatian on the stool next to Thomas snorted.

“Did you see a bear?” Thomas asked. “Old enough to be my grandfather. Brown fur with gray in it.”

“Bruce?” the antelope replied. “Yeah, he was here a few minutes ago. Stopped long enough to get the attention of a guy your age. They’ll be in a room somewhere.”

“Don’t waste your time on him,” the dalmatian said. He was in his late twenties. “He never fucks the same guy twice.”

“Oh,” Thomas said, disappointed, and immediately realized how misplaced the reaction was. This was a place where he could find anyone he wanted to fuck. What did it matter if it wasn’t one specific guy? The antelope had looked him over, and now so was the dalmatian. “Want to get fucked?”

“As a matter of fact, I would.” The man escorted Thomas through a hall, then into a room with half a dozen low beds, only one of which was occupied. A lion slowly riding a tiger.

Thomas pushed the dalmatian onto his back on one, raised his legs over his shoulder and lined up his cock.

“Whoa there, hold your horses.” The dalmatian handed Thomas a packet. “There’s some prep needed.” Thomas opened his mouth to protest it wasn’t needed, but noticed it was lube. Ears burning, he used it to slick himself and the man’s hole.

“Do you need me to loosen you up?” Thomas asked, remembering the bear asking him.

“I’m good with just lube,” the dalmatian replied with a smirk. “You aren’t my first guy today.”

Thomas realigned his cock and slowly pushed in.

“Oh, yeah.” The last word stretched into a sigh. “No need to be too gentle. I can take some abuse.”

Thomas nodded, barely hearing the comment. This felt right and amazing. Flesh should be against flesh; heat on heat. He didn’t know how he wasn’t cumming right then and there. He bottomed and pulled back, pushing in again before his cock was fully out. He grabbed the guy’s cock and stroked it, causing the ass to spasm around his cock.

Had it always felt this good? How was he still not cumming?

He fucked harder; the pleasure increasing. He moaned as the man under him said things, tensed and, just as Thomas finally came, the ass tightened around his cock.

He held himself there as his cock pulsed and whole body vibrated. That was… it was… fuck, was there a word? His hand was covered in the dalamtian’s cum, and he licked it. Fuck, did all the guys here eat the same thing for their cum to take this good?

“I am never going to get enough of this,” the man said dreamily.

“Really?” Thomas asked, mildly surprised someone outside the frat enjoyed it as much as they did.

“Oh yeah. Cock up my ass, filled with cum.” He sighed. “There’s no better way to fill an afternoon.”

Thomas grinned. “Hold on then,” and he was thrusting again.

“You’re still hard?” the dalmatian asked in surprise, then his head fell back and he moaned.

Thomas couldn’t believe it felt just as amazing as the previous time, all the way to the orgasm, even if he was the only one reach it. The dalmatian’s cock was still soft, but the smile on his face said he’d still enjoyed the ride. Once he was able to breathe again, Thomas pulled out.

“Man, I miss being young,” the man said.

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “You could do this when you were my age?”

“I could never do that,” the man said with a chuckle. “I’ve never been one for topping, but my back could take a dozen guys before it needed a rest. Now I’m going to have to stand and walk around for a bit before I lay back on it again.”

“If you want another go at it, I’m going to be here all night.”

The dalmatian shrugged. “Sure, you never know.” Then he was walking out of the room.

There was a dry sauna at the end of the hall that reminded Thomas of Madoc and his room of worship… and that image took on an entirely new meaning now that Grant had told him of gods and how sex was like worshiping for the guy in the frat. Thomas entered and was sitting on a cock the moment the offer was accepted, then he had one in his muzzle. The man under him came and Thomas felt like his senses lit up. That was what had been missing with the bear. The man he was sucking off came, then Thomas had him bend on the bench, fucking him while someone pushed into the rat and fucked him.

Thomas found a communal shower after that, which put the one in the movie he and Paul watched to shame with the level of debauchery taking place. He eagerly joined in and fucked, was fucked and sucked off anyone and everyone in his vicinity. He was no cleaner leaving than he’d been entering it, just wetter, which felt appropriate since he then found the wet sauna.

There was the gym room after that, where on top of impressing the guys there with how much he could fuck them. He did the same with how much he could press. And how much he could be fucked while pressing weights.

Thomas slept.

Well, he had to have slept.

And the sex continued during what had to have been sleep. It took on the surreality of dreams, with extra lights that sounded virile and smells that prickled his skin and made his fur stand on end. And silent words that carried emotions.

Or maybe he was high.

No, it had to have been sleep.

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