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"writing": "Niel let the silence soak in as he watched the progress bar on the editor program. This was his third and, he hoped, final time correcting his essay and running it. It was tough enough getting all the facts straight, but Professor Armstrong also penalized grammar errors.\n\nThe silence in the library wasn’t absolute. There was the sound of typing as students wrote their essays. Phones slid on a table as a group shared something that had them quietly giggling. And there was the ever constant of any institution of learning, even past the middle of the twenty-first century. Books opening and closing.\n\nBut every sound was muffled, even those from the table next to him. As if they were careful not to be noticed within the library walls, didn’t want to distract from more important things taking place here.\n\nIt was a comfort, compared to the boisterous talk of the locker room, or his roommate, dancing as he sang to the oldies in his room.\n\nThe bar hit the end and a tense second later flashed green.\n\n“Finally,” Niel whispered. No errors returned.\n\nThe woman at the adjacent table gave him the side-eye.\n\nAs much as he enjoyed the silence, it had never been part of his plan to spend so much of the day here, fixing the essay. He uploaded the file to Professor Armstrong’s student-drive.\n\nAt least, this hadn’t kept him here until, or worse, past when training started. The display on the table told him he had a little over two hours before he officially needed to be on the field. So, he had one to kill, since only losers showed up on time, as far as the coach was concerned.\n\nNiel pulled his phone from the table’s slot, stood, and stretched.\n\nHe made a show if it and watched who noticed.\n\nPlenty of women looked with dreamy expressions, some with outright lust. He left those to the others on the team. Some men watched him with interest, two in lust, and one looked away as soon as he noticed Niel looking, ears folding back. Too far to be certain he was the cause, but the shyness was cute enough to be worth checking.\n\nThe ram stared at his phone as Niel approached, but his ears swiveled, following the raccoon. Niel sat next to him, put a hand on his thigh, and leaned close.\n\n“What are you watching?” he whispered.\n\nOn the screen, the camera followed the football as it flew across the field. Fielding jumped in front of the opposing player, landed, avoided the tackle and took off in the opposite direction. Niel made a quick appearance in the background. He’d also been running to intercept the long pass, but it was thrown at the player the buffalo was covering instead of his. Fielding was tackled fifteen yards later, but the play had gained his team the ball.\n\n“You a fan?” Niel moved the hand up the thigh.\n\nThe ram swallowed, then stammered. “Yes.” He blushed, and Niel couldn’t tell if it was from the admission, his hand brushing the stiffening cock under the fabric, or the ensuing shushing from another table.\n\nNiel nuzzled the ram’s ear and whispered. “Do you want me to stop?”\n\nHe swallowed again, shaking his head, instead of risking another shushing.\n\nNiel groped the crotch fully and the ram bit his lips to silence the whimper.\n\n“Do you want to explore Ancient Roman history with me?” the raccoon asked, pulling his hand away. The ram shook himself and looked at Niel in confusion.\n\nIt was a little known fact, outside history majors, or anyone who wanted a truly isolated spot within the library, but the Ancient Rome section was the furthest back. All those shelves filled with books made for great sound insulation.\n\nThe guys from Sigma Theta Gamma were well acquainted with that section, even if not one of them cared for history.\n\nThe ram hesitated before following Niel. Once at the back of the library, the raccoon considered taking one of the books and proceeding to lecture the ram about history, just to mess with him, but Niel needed this too at this point.\n\n“Are we allowed to do this?” the ram asked as Niel pressed him against the shelves and ran a hand over the chest, undoing buttons.\n\n“No one cares about Ancient Rome anymore, unless it’s about their sexual practices,” he added with a smirk. “I’m Niel.”\n\n“Leslie,” the ram finished. “Number twenty-nine, I know. Luke. Luke Watson.”\n\n“So you are a fan.” Niel grinned, his hand in the wooly fur. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Luke. You don’t have to let me do all the work, unless that’s what you’re into.”\n\nLuke shook his head vigorously. “I’ve just never…” he trailed off, ears turning red.\n\nNiel froze. “You never had sex?” It was too late to walk away, but this was so not the right place for a first time.\n\n“No, no. I’ve had sex before. Just never with a football player. Or any guy from a sports team.” His ears deepened in color. “I’m not exactly…”\n\nNiel looked the ram over. He was on the thin side, and there was something dorky about the shyness, but he was good looking. Niel didn’t have a type. Sure, he liked muscular guys, but he didn’t need that for him to want to have sex with one. Really, all he needed in the other guy was for them to show a clear interest back.\n\n“Don’t think like that. If you see someone you want, go for it.” Niel smiled as he recalled a story. “But ask permission before kissing a quarterback.” He kissed the ram, his hand going down until it encountered the waistband. It moved behind the ram, who was kissing back, undid the tail strap, and slipped in. He squeezed the now exposed ass and Luke squealed, grinding against him.\n\nNiel broke the kiss while the ram undid his tail strap. “Do you mind bottoming? I could really go for a hot and tight tunnel around my cock.”\n\nLuke pushed the pants down. “I prefer it, actually.” His hands were back in front, stroking the raccoon’s cock.\n\nNiel grinned. “Get out of those pants and I’m going to show you why football players are sought after.” He took a packet of lube out of a pocket and as the ram straightened from stepping out of his pants, Niel kissed him again. He reached back and lubbed the ram, then lubbed his cock while stroking both of them.\n\n“Ready?” Niel asked, but before Luke could answer, he had both hands in the ram’s ass fur and hiked him up. Luke had his legs around the raccoon’s waist in reflexive surprise. “Upper-body strength for the win,” he said, lowering him until his cock was nestled between the ass cheeks.\n\nHe thrust back and forth, searching the right angle, then he was under the tail. “You ready?”\n\nLuke grinned. “Fuck yeah.”\n\nNiel pushed, and Luke groaned as the head popped in. He moaned all the way in, then paused to catch his breath.\n\n“Oh fuck,” Luke whispered as Niel pulled out; the words stretched nearly as long. He pushed back in the tight ass. Niel couldn’t believe how much he needed this.\n\nHe moved only enough as he fucked the ram to let Luke sneak a hand between them so he could stroke himself. The ram moaned as Niel fucked him, then this ass tightened and spasmed.\n\nNiel kissed the ram hard, muffling his scream as his cock pulsed in the ass. Then it was the ram who tensed and grunted in the kiss.\n\n“Fuck,” Luke breathed quietly, head resting back against books.\n\nNiel grinned. “Am I living up to your expectations?”\n\nThe ram chuckled as he nodded.\n\nNiel considered the situation. He was still hard, still in that delightful ass. He looked around but couldn’t see a clock. He should have the time.\n\n“You want another go at it?”\n\n“Really?” Luke looked down in surprise.\n\nNiel chuckled. “I’m kind of pent-up today.” He gave a slight thrust as a demonstration.\n\n“Fuck yeah,” Luke replied, tightening his ass in encouragement.\n\n* * * * *\n\nNot Today. Niel ran at the cheetah. The wide receiver did a sudden zag to the zig he had been projecting, but Niel pushed through and made contact.\n\n“Good Intercept, Leslie,” Coach Horgar said in his earpiece as Niel picked himself off the ground. He helped the cheetah up, then moved into position for the next play.\n\n“They’re going for a pass,” the coach directed from the side of the field. “Leslie, Fielding, Matterson, do not let it be caught. I don’t care if the ball ends up on the ground so long as it isn’t in their hands. It’s too easy for them to make the point with just thirty yards to go.”\n\nThe ball was in play, but instead of being thrown, it was passed. Niel laid eyes on number twenty-eight, with his arms tucked against him, and ran after him.\n\n“Sixteen’s got the ball.” That sound was Reynolds, but Niel didn’t have eyes on sixteen, so he kept up with twenty-eight.\n\n“Yes!” Coach Horgar exclaimed, then the signal went up, and the play was over. On the other side of the field, the pileup was coming undone. Number twenty-eight spread his arms to show he didn’t have the ball and Niel gave him a good-natured middle finger.\n\nFive minutes on the board until half-time and the score was sixteen to fifteen for them. The coach was going to chew them out if they didn’t get one touchdown in that time. Fortunately, that wasn’t Niel’s role. Not that it would spare him the chewing out if it didn’t happen.\n\n* * * * *\n\nNiel shoved the civet against the shower wall and kissed him. He moaned as the guy rubbed their cocks together. Niel would have preferred the ass, but he didn’t have time for more than quick relief. If the coach caught him with the fan he’d sneaked in, let alone was about to cum on… being shaved was likely.\n\nThe civet grunted and came. Then it was Niel’s turn. Panting, he listened. One of the shower was still going. Litmen or Sampson, since they were the only two that weren’t playing in the second half.\n\nThe civet opened his muzzle, but Niel had his hand on it, then leaned into an ear. “You’re not supposed to be here, remember? If the coach finds out, it’s both our hides that’ll get tanned. Wait here until the game’s on again. Find me afterward and we’ll have more fun.” \n\nHe squeezed the ass, and the civet grinned in return.\n\n* * * * *\n\n“Great game!” the bear exclaimed as he entered the locker room. “I think that it’s possible some of you have what it takes to make the NFL after all.”\n\nNiel dropped the towel to his shoulders.\n\n“But don’t let this victory get to your head. It’s not winning that makes a winner, it’s constantly winning.”\n\n“Coach that—”\n\n“Yes Herley?” the bear interrupted the hedgehog, grinning.\n\n“Nothing.” Herley’s shoulders sagged, and he added. “Coach.”\n\n“That’s what I thought.” The coach beamed and rubbed his hands. “Now, as you all know, November is approaching.”\n\n“Here we go,” The lion next to Niel sighed.\n\n“So you have a few days to get it out of your system,” the bear continued. “And that includes you, freshmen, too.”\n\n“Sir?” the hedgehog asked cautiously. “What are you talking about?”\n\n“I am so glad you asked, Herley. Will one of you more experienced men enlighten him?”\n\n“No Nut November,” Burkle said, grinning.\n\nThe hedgehog looked around, more confused.\n\n“Oh, I’m sorry.” Coach Horgar’s grin was so wide Niel was worried the top of his head would fall off. “Did you think it was just a few of the men on the team that take part? What kind of teammate are you that’ll let others, nay, his brothers, go through that alone?”\n\n“You’re joking,” Fielding exclaimed.\n\n“Do I look like I’m joking?” the bead replied, still grinning.\n\n“You can forget about me doing that,” Williams said. “I have a girlfriend, and she has needs.”\n\n“I’m sure that once you explain the situation to her, she will think more of you for thinking of the team’s unity.” The bear was having too much fun with this, Niel decided. The lion looked to be in pain, and Niel understood him. How did anyone go a month without at least jerking off, if not having sex? How did the coach even enforce that?\n\n“You clearly don’t know her,” the gorilla said. He looked around. “Look, I appreciate it’s important to some of you, but you can’t force the rest of us to join in.”\n\n“I can’t?” The level of surprise in the coach’s voice made Niel wary. “Wait, you’re right? I can’t. Well, fuck me. Like, however will anyone make sure that this team is unified in their belief that the sacrifice of one should be shared by all?”\n\nNiel looked at the seniors, looking back at them with predatory expressions. \n\nThey couldn’t be serious.\n\nNiel looked at his neighbor, and the lion nodded resignedly. On the other side of the room, his roommate looked scared.\n\nOkay. No need to panic. No matter how well they coordinated things, there was no way the seniors would be able to look over all of them, right? Niel would be able to sneak off here and there to hook up with someone.\n\nFuck. If it came down to it, he had a frat full of guys who would go to bat for his, literal, god given right to fuck. He’d be fine. He’d tell them he was abstaining, and they’d have no choice but to believe him.",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "Niel let the silence soak in as he watched the progress bar on the editor program. This was his third and, he hoped, final time correcting his essay and running it. It was tough enough getting all the facts straight, but Professor Armstrong also penalized grammar errors.
The silence in the library wasn’t absolute. There was the sound of typing as students wrote their essays. Phones slid on a table as a group shared something that had them quietly giggling. And there was the ever constant of any institution of learning, even past the middle of the twenty-first century. Books opening and closing.
But every sound was muffled, even those from the table next to him. As if they were careful not to be noticed within the library walls, didn’t want to distract from more important things taking place here.
It was a comfort, compared to the boisterous talk of the locker room, or his roommate, dancing as he sang to the oldies in his room.
The bar hit the end and a tense second later flashed green.
“Finally,” Niel whispered. No errors returned.
The woman at the adjacent table gave him the side-eye.
As much as he enjoyed the silence, it had never been part of his plan to spend so much of the day here, fixing the essay. He uploaded the file to Professor Armstrong’s student-drive.
At least, this hadn’t kept him here until, or worse, past when training started. The display on the table told him he had a little over two hours before he officially needed to be on the field. So, he had one to kill, since only losers showed up on time, as far as the coach was concerned.
Niel pulled his phone from the table’s slot, stood, and stretched.
He made a show if it and watched who noticed.
Plenty of women looked with dreamy expressions, some with outright lust. He left those to the others on the team. Some men watched him with interest, two in lust, and one looked away as soon as he noticed Niel looking, ears folding back. Too far to be certain he was the cause, but the shyness was cute enough to be worth checking.
The ram stared at his phone as Niel approached, but his ears swiveled, following the raccoon. Niel sat next to him, put a hand on his thigh, and leaned close.
“What are you watching?” he whispered.
On the screen, the camera followed the football as it flew across the field. Fielding jumped in front of the opposing player, landed, avoided the tackle and took off in the opposite direction. Niel made a quick appearance in the background. He’d also been running to intercept the long pass, but it was thrown at the player the buffalo was covering instead of his. Fielding was tackled fifteen yards later, but the play had gained his team the ball.
“You a fan?” Niel moved the hand up the thigh.
The ram swallowed, then stammered. “Yes.” He blushed, and Niel couldn’t tell if it was from the admission, his hand brushing the stiffening cock under the fabric, or the ensuing shushing from another table.
Niel nuzzled the ram’s ear and whispered. “Do you want me to stop?”
He swallowed again, shaking his head, instead of risking another shushing.
Niel groped the crotch fully and the ram bit his lips to silence the whimper.
“Do you want to explore Ancient Roman history with me?” the raccoon asked, pulling his hand away. The ram shook himself and looked at Niel in confusion.
It was a little known fact, outside history majors, or anyone who wanted a truly isolated spot within the library, but the Ancient Rome section was the furthest back. All those shelves filled with books made for great sound insulation.
The guys from Sigma Theta Gamma were well acquainted with that section, even if not one of them cared for history.
The ram hesitated before following Niel. Once at the back of the library, the raccoon considered taking one of the books and proceeding to lecture the ram about history, just to mess with him, but Niel needed this too at this point.
“Are we allowed to do this?” the ram asked as Niel pressed him against the shelves and ran a hand over the chest, undoing buttons.
“No one cares about Ancient Rome anymore, unless it’s about their sexual practices,” he added with a smirk. “I’m Niel.”
“Leslie,” the ram finished. “Number twenty-nine, I know. Luke. Luke Watson.”
“So you are a fan.” Niel grinned, his hand in the wooly fur. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Luke. You don’t have to let me do all the work, unless that’s what you’re into.”
Luke shook his head vigorously. “I’ve just never…” he trailed off, ears turning red.
Niel froze. “You never had sex?” It was too late to walk away, but this was so not the right place for a first time.
“No, no. I’ve had sex before. Just never with a football player. Or any guy from a sports team.” His ears deepened in color. “I’m not exactly…”
Niel looked the ram over. He was on the thin side, and there was something dorky about the shyness, but he was good looking. Niel didn’t have a type. Sure, he liked muscular guys, but he didn’t need that for him to want to have sex with one. Really, all he needed in the other guy was for them to show a clear interest back.
“Don’t think like that. If you see someone you want, go for it.” Niel smiled as he recalled a story. “But ask permission before kissing a quarterback.” He kissed the ram, his hand going down until it encountered the waistband. It moved behind the ram, who was kissing back, undid the tail strap, and slipped in. He squeezed the now exposed ass and Luke squealed, grinding against him.
Niel broke the kiss while the ram undid his tail strap. “Do you mind bottoming? I could really go for a hot and tight tunnel around my cock.”
Luke pushed the pants down. “I prefer it, actually.” His hands were back in front, stroking the raccoon’s cock.
Niel grinned. “Get out of those pants and I’m going to show you why football players are sought after.” He took a packet of lube out of a pocket and as the ram straightened from stepping out of his pants, Niel kissed him again. He reached back and lubbed the ram, then lubbed his cock while stroking both of them.
“Ready?” Niel asked, but before Luke could answer, he had both hands in the ram’s ass fur and hiked him up. Luke had his legs around the raccoon’s waist in reflexive surprise. “Upper-body strength for the win,” he said, lowering him until his cock was nestled between the ass cheeks.
He thrust back and forth, searching the right angle, then he was under the tail. “You ready?”
Luke grinned. “Fuck yeah.”
Niel pushed, and Luke groaned as the head popped in. He moaned all the way in, then paused to catch his breath.
“Oh fuck,” Luke whispered as Niel pulled out; the words stretched nearly as long. He pushed back in the tight ass. Niel couldn’t believe how much he needed this.
He moved only enough as he fucked the ram to let Luke sneak a hand between them so he could stroke himself. The ram moaned as Niel fucked him, then this ass tightened and spasmed.
Niel kissed the ram hard, muffling his scream as his cock pulsed in the ass. Then it was the ram who tensed and grunted in the kiss.
“Fuck,” Luke breathed quietly, head resting back against books.
Niel grinned. “Am I living up to your expectations?”
The ram chuckled as he nodded.
Niel considered the situation. He was still hard, still in that delightful ass. He looked around but couldn’t see a clock. He should have the time.
“You want another go at it?”
“Really?” Luke looked down in surprise.
Niel chuckled. “I’m kind of pent-up today.” He gave a slight thrust as a demonstration.
“Fuck yeah,” Luke replied, tightening his ass in encouragement.
* * * * *
Not Today. Niel ran at the cheetah. The wide receiver did a sudden zag to the zig he had been projecting, but Niel pushed through and made contact.
“Good Intercept, Leslie,” Coach Horgar said in his earpiece as Niel picked himself off the ground. He helped the cheetah up, then moved into position for the next play.
“They’re going for a pass,” the coach directed from the side of the field. “Leslie, Fielding, Matterson, do not let it be caught. I don’t care if the ball ends up on the ground so long as it isn’t in their hands. It’s too easy for them to make the point with just thirty yards to go.”
The ball was in play, but instead of being thrown, it was passed. Niel laid eyes on number twenty-eight, with his arms tucked against him, and ran after him.
“Sixteen’s got the ball.” That sound was Reynolds, but Niel didn’t have eyes on sixteen, so he kept up with twenty-eight.
“Yes!” Coach Horgar exclaimed, then the signal went up, and the play was over. On the other side of the field, the pileup was coming undone. Number twenty-eight spread his arms to show he didn’t have the ball and Niel gave him a good-natured middle finger.
Five minutes on the board until half-time and the score was sixteen to fifteen for them. The coach was going to chew them out if they didn’t get one touchdown in that time. Fortunately, that wasn’t Niel’s role. Not that it would spare him the chewing out if it didn’t happen.
* * * * *
Niel shoved the civet against the shower wall and kissed him. He moaned as the guy rubbed their cocks together. Niel would have preferred the ass, but he didn’t have time for more than quick relief. If the coach caught him with the fan he’d sneaked in, let alone was about to cum on… being shaved was likely.
The civet grunted and came. Then it was Niel’s turn. Panting, he listened. One of the shower was still going. Litmen or Sampson, since they were the only two that weren’t playing in the second half.
The civet opened his muzzle, but Niel had his hand on it, then leaned into an ear. “You’re not supposed to be here, remember? If the coach finds out, it’s both our hides that’ll get tanned. Wait here until the game’s on again. Find me afterward and we’ll have more fun.”
He squeezed the ass, and the civet grinned in return.
* * * * *
“Great game!” the bear exclaimed as he entered the locker room. “I think that it’s possible some of you have what it takes to make the NFL after all.”
Niel dropped the towel to his shoulders.
“But don’t let this victory get to your head. It’s not winning that makes a winner, it’s constantly winning.”
“Coach that—”
“Yes Herley?” the bear interrupted the hedgehog, grinning.
“Nothing.” Herley’s shoulders sagged, and he added. “Coach.”
“That’s what I thought.” The coach beamed and rubbed his hands. “Now, as you all know, November is approaching.”
“Here we go,” The lion next to Niel sighed.
“So you have a few days to get it out of your system,” the bear continued. “And that includes you, freshmen, too.”
“Sir?” the hedgehog asked cautiously. “What are you talking about?”
“I am so glad you asked, Herley. Will one of you more experienced men enlighten him?”
“No Nut November,” Burkle said, grinning.
The hedgehog looked around, more confused.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Coach Horgar’s grin was so wide Niel was worried the top of his head would fall off. “Did you think it was just a few of the men on the team that take part? What kind of teammate are you that’ll let others, nay, his brothers, go through that alone?”
“You’re joking,” Fielding exclaimed.
“Do I look like I’m joking?” the bead replied, still grinning.
“You can forget about me doing that,” Williams said. “I have a girlfriend, and she has needs.”
“I’m sure that once you explain the situation to her, she will think more of you for thinking of the team’s unity.” The bear was having too much fun with this, Niel decided. The lion looked to be in pain, and Niel understood him. How did anyone go a month without at least jerking off, if not having sex? How did the coach even enforce that?
“You clearly don’t know her,” the gorilla said. He looked around. “Look, I appreciate it’s important to some of you, but you can’t force the rest of us to join in.”
“I can’t?” The level of surprise in the coach’s voice made Niel wary. “Wait, you’re right? I can’t. Well, fuck me. Like, however will anyone make sure that this team is unified in their belief that the sacrifice of one should be shared by all?”
Niel looked at the seniors, looking back at them with predatory expressions.
They couldn’t be serious.
Niel looked at his neighbor, and the lion nodded resignedly. On the other side of the room, his roommate looked scared.
Okay. No need to panic. No matter how well they coordinated things, there was no way the seniors would be able to look over all of them, right? Niel would be able to sneak off here and there to hook up with someone.
Fuck. If it came down to it, he had a frat full of guys who would go to bat for his, literal, god given right to fuck. He’d be fine. He’d tell them he was abstaining, and they’d have no choice but to believe him.",
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