Thomas looked up from his screen, having finally finished his history research paper and submitted to be checked for plagiarism, and thought looking at it for so long had rendered him blind when he saw only whiteness out his room’s window. It took him a few blinks to remember about the mid-December snow storm hitting the city. He checked to confirm his paper had uploaded to the site, then stood and stretched. His shoulders still hurt from helping Limbani cram for the upcoming exams. Because it was the monkey, Thomas’s part in helping had been to lie on the bed while being fucked, but he’d also had a textbook on his shoulders so Limbani could keep on studying. By the time it was over, the damned thing felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. Other ways the monkey went about getting sex while studying was to have guys under his desk, sucking him off as he typed, or getting fucked in that odd ergonomic desk chair of his. It still amazed Thomas, Limbani could have sex, even when everyone else in the frat thought there was something more important to focus on for a couple of weeks. “Sorry,” Yating mumbled as Thomas stepped out of his room and nearly collided with the panda heading into the second floor lounge by the up-stair stairs. Thomas watched the archway as the silence registered. Even with the expert soundproofing in the frat, sex could usually be heard due to open doors, or it happening in a hallway, or one of the lounges, or the showers, or the kitchen, or….. Nowhere was safe in this house. Now, the only sound was Yating’s cursing, muffled by the walls. So all he had left for comfort was the smell of day old sex that never left the second and third floor. Thomas froze in the middle of turning at the utter unexpectedness of that thought. Comforted by the smell of sex. The yawn that nearly cracked his jaw reminded him he had something more important to focus on, and he headed down the stairs. Felix sat in the living room, reading, wearing only pants, which let Thomas appreciate the otter’s tone body. Gilbert was seated at the couch, also dressed, with stacks of printout on the coffee tables. Thomas couldn’t make out what was on them and didn’t want to get closer to attempt it. Not only was he certain it wouldn’t help him understand, but his chemistry class was already tough enough without adding a chance he’d be accused of cheating. He turned into the kitchen and froze. The red panda had his back to him at the counter, assembling a sandwich. “How?” Thomas asked, trying to understand how Yating could have made it from the second floor lounge to the kitchen with enough time to be nearly done putting the sandwich together and without Thomas noticing. Felix was not that captivating. “Secret passage,” the panda replied. Thomas started protesting, but just closed his eyes and sighed. Right, that again. Did he want to look the kitchen over again, looking for it? He hadn’t found it the previous three times the panda had given him that excuse for how he could cross the frat from one end to the other faster than Thomas could walk one floor. And in his current state, he probably wouldn’t even find the door leading out of the kitchen. He headed for the coffee. Once he was done going over the notes for his upcoming tests, he’d see about finding that fabled secret passage. * * * * * Thomas looked over the answers to the chemistry exam again. None of them jumped out and screamed at him they were wrong, but how often had that happened? Other than in his nightmares? Maybe he needed to stop having sex with Felix when he was tired. Those nights always left him with the feeling of the strangest dreams. He did one other check and decided he could admit that his difficulties with the hard sciences had more to do with how hard they were and not because his father was involved in them. He glanced at the door before he could stop himself. Of course, his father hadn’t been summoned just from thinking about him. He’d be too busy with his own students at the moment to check in on Thomas. He raised his hand to get the attention of the instructor walking the hall, a bored Gilbert, and wasn’t surprised the room was nearly empty. Him, Gilbert, the teacher—who Thomas wasn’t sure he recognized with how far from the front he sat— and two other students were all that were left. He handed over his test and headed out. “How did you do?” Thomas glared at the golden tiger as he wrestled his heart back into his chest. “That good?” Paul grinned. “What are you doing here?” he said once he could breathe again. “I probably passed, but barely.” He shrugged. “I won’t be joining you down the chemistry rabbit hole.” “My first test was at seven this morning, my next one’s at six this evening. I have plenty of time to kill in between. And don’t be so hard on yourself. If you want to be in the sciences, all it takes is studying.” Thomas shook his head. “They just aren’t for me.” Paul grinned. “Then you’re one step closer to figuring out your major. Your father would be proud.” Thomas winced and looked around. “Don’t do that. You’re going to end up summoning him.” Paul rolled his eyes. “Eric Hertz, Eric Hertz, Eri—” Thomas clamped his best friend’s muzzle shut. “I’m serious. You have no idea the powers Helicarrier Hertz has.” Paul pulled the hand away. “At least you aren’t worrying about the exam anymore.” “You’re still here,” Gilbert said, exiting the room with the last two students, putting his phone away. “Paul, I need to take Thomas with me. There’s a certain monkey that’s freaking out about his upcoming exam and we have half an hour to sex him out of it.” “You want to help out?” Thomas asked as the armadillo grabbed his arms and pulled him along. “I’m sure to have a free orifice you’ll be able to use.” Paul waved. “Have fun. Wish Limbani my best before he shoves his sausage down your gullet.” * * * * * Thomas sighed in relief as he stepped out of his Studies for Success exam. He was done. Pass or fail, he no longer had to think about it anymore. At least until January, when his next semester began. But at least he had the rest of the week to himself, and so long as he could keep from obsessing about how well he’d done on his tests, he’d be okay. He was going to be okay; he was sure of it. Well, except for chemistry. That one he wasn’t sure about. Thomas pulled his phone out. He knew how to distract himself. Someone in the frat would be done. He brought up the frat’s chat. Sex Monkey: Help! There it was. Where all of Thomas’s exams had been front loaded in the week, the university’s arcane algorithm had put the bulk of Limbani’s at the end, and the monkey had spent all his free time freaking out about what waited him. Nuclear Lad: Can’t. Grading paper. Lad’s Sidekick: I’m helping Henry with repairs while we have the house to ourselves. Not who you think I am: Got my own exam coming up. Studying. Red and White: Studying. Distinguished: if you can wait, I’ll be free in half an hour. Sex Monkey: I’m going to be dead then by then. Muscle Lover: there has to be nearly a thousand guys on campus. Pick one. Sex Monkey: I don’t need a guy. I need a brother. Thomas chuckled as he caught to the chat. Of course, now would be when Limbani got picky about which guy he fucked. Maximum-T-Hertz: I’m done with exams. Can I help? Otterly better than you: Thank Balls. Take his phone away while you’re at it. This chat is supposed to be for serious conversations. Sex Monkey: Yes! Get here now! Sex Monkey: Sex is a serious conversation topic, Chouteau! Otterly Better than you: Not when it’s cause you being picky. Grab some guy and leave the chat alone. Maximum-T-Hertz: where are you? I’m by the exam room, but I don’t see you. Sex Monkey: Hubert H. Second floor. East ride restroom. Muscle Lover: Ride restroom ;p that is so you Lim. Maximum-T-Hertz: ETA 2 minutes. Sex Monkey: Hurry, I’m dying here. He muted the chat and moved just short of running. Getting fucked by a desperate Limbani would be a good way to celebrate and to distract himself from his worries. * * * * * The naked, and hard, monkey was pacing the rest room when Thomas entered it. “What took you so long?” The monkey demanded, grabbing the rat before he could offer a greeting and pulling him into a stall. “It only took me a bit more than a minute,” Thomas replied, dropping to his knees before the monkey. Limbani pulled him back up. “What are you doing?” Thomas shrugged. “I was going to suck you off while I got out of my pants, so your need to fuck me wouldn’t overwhelm you.” Thomas grew worried when all Limbani did was stare at him. Had the delay been enough to break him? “I don’t need to fuck you,” Limbani finally said. “I need you to fuck me. It’s been days since I’ve had a cock up my ass. Why is everyone so fucking busy with their exams?” Thomas stared at the monkey, working through the important parts of what he’d said. “Me?” he asked in mild disbelief. “Fuck you?” The monkey turned and raised his tail. “Yes. Please tell me you don’t need the instruction manual or something.” Thomas looked at the offered ass, his hands moving on their own, undoing his pants. “Well, sort of? I don’t know if you’ve realized it, but everyone’s been using me as their bottom. I’ve never topped before.” “Then, grab the opportunity by my hips and go for it.” The monkey looked over his shoulder. “Please.” He wriggled his ass. Was Thomas even a top? He had no idea. He’d been too busy being fucked these last few months to ask the question. He was hard looking at that ass, so it had to mean something, right? Well, he’d been hard all the way to the restroom at the idea of getting fucked, so maybe not. Getting hard had become so easy for him since joining Sigma Theta Gamma, he wasn’t sure it meant anything, but all he really needed to fuck was to be hard, and he was hard, so… He pulled one of the packets of lube he’d learned to carry for when the random guy offered to fuck him, but hadn’t planned for it from his pants before letting them drop. “Promise you’ll tell me if I do this wrong.” “It’s fucking,” Limbani replied with an audible eye-roll. “You can’t do that wrong. Just hurry up.” Thomas lubed his cock, then reached for the monkey, to lube his hole, only for Limbani to back into him, pushing Thomas against the stall’s door. Grab and align the cock and finish backing, letting out a deep moan of satisfaction. Thomas swallowed, entirely unprepared for the heat surrounding his cock. “See?” Limbani said, his voice melting as he gyrated against Thomas’s groin. “It’s easy.” He grabbed one of the rat’s hand. “Now, grab my hips and fuck me.” Thomas caught his breath as he put his other hand on the hip. He was hesitant in his motion, worried Limbani wouldn’t like it, but the moan was loud and prodded Thomas. He straightened, pushing the monkey forward until he stood with his legs straddling the bowl and his hands on the wall, and Thomas thrust. Limbani groaned and tightened his ass, so Thomas pulled out and thrust again. “Yes,” Limbani said. So Thomas thrust faster. Like Limbani had said, this wasn’t all that hard. He tightened his grip on the hips and thrust harder. He changed the angle, and the monkey let out a nearly soprano scream of delight, and that drove Thomas harder. He couldn’t believe his cock could make a guy scream like that. He pounded the monkey’s ass, getting him to scream his name each time he hit bottom. Why the fuck was this the first time he did this? That he exerted this power over other guys? “Oh, fuck!” Limbani cried out. “More!” “Oh, you want more?” Thomas demanded. His voice was low, raspy, almost a growl. He hadn’t known he could speak like that. “I am going to give you so much that you’re going to beg me to stop,” he promised. “Never!” Limbani replied, then Thomas fucked him hard. Thomas felt the grin as he thrust in and out of the monkey. This was payback for all the previous times he’d been fucked by Limbani. He was going to give him an entire semester of fucking in this one session. Limbani was now speaking in his native tongue, and Thomas laughed. He’d fucked the English out of the monkey. It was only the start. Thomas was going to fuck all thoughts of his ass, any asses, out of the monkey’s head. Of all other cocks. By the time Thomas was done, Limbani would beg for his cock and his cock only. Thomas groaned, both in pleasure and at the effort to hold back his orgasm. He didn’t want this to end, not so soon, not ever. He wanted to ride the monkey like he was a wild stallion forever. Thomas roared as the orgasm hit like a freighter truck. He was sure the entire building heard him, and he couldn’t give a fuck about it, because he was going to continue to— Thomas staggered back against the door, his legs nearly giving out. He stared at the back of the panting monkey, not quite believe what he’d just done. That was what topping was like? No wonder the guys never had enough of his ass. “That,” Limbani caught his breath, and Thomas noticed the cum covering the toilet. “Has got to have been the best fuck. Ever!” Thomas’s nostril flared at the scent of sex that clung to both of them. “Where have you been hiding this?” Thomas was still hard. He still wanted that ass. Limbani had asked a question, but what did the monkey’s curiosity matter when Thomas still has his need to take that ass. He reached for it as a phone beeped an alert. It twisted out of his reach. “Fuck! I’m going to be late for my exam!” Lips pressed against Thomas’s hard, and he wrapped his arms around the— “you’re a lifesaver!” the monkey called and Thomas was moved out of the way and the monkey was gone. “Round two’s in my bed, tonight!” “Get back here,” Thomas growled. He wasn’t done with the monkey. He was still hard; still filled with need. The monkey had no business leaving when Thomas was still hard. He nearly tripped on the pants around his ankle as he exited the stall and pulled them up and buttoned them reflexively. He needed to find the monkey again, keep using him until the need was gone. Until time ended. He scented the air as he headed to the restroom’s door. It would be easy to find him. He has his scent. He opened the door, and an abundance of scents assaulted him. He followed the monkey through that for a handful of steps, then lost it. No. He couldn’t have lost him. He still needed. That ass still had to be filled with his need until— Another scent caught his attention, and images of muscles and sweat filled him. Sounds of metal clanging. Heat and grunting. Yes. There were others, than the monkey, on who he had to unload his need. Others who had filled him with it for all these months. Let the monkey elude him. That was okay. He would make the others beg for his cock. Each and everyone of them would live only for Thomas’s cock. And he would be happy to give it to them.