When I started college I thought the monotony in my life would be over, but after the first three months the novelty wore off and everything went back to moving in slow motion as it had been for years. I needed a reason to wake up every day, something beyond the degree, the money, the social position, I needed something that had not presented itself to me until the day I saw Carlos.

It was the first class of the morning, I had already settled in my seat and had turned on my netbook to take notes when a chubby little armadillo, a little shorter than me, sat down next to me, smiled at me and took out his notebook and pen to take notes.

Something strange happened to me at that moment, a delicate warmth welled up in my chest and my face blushed. I had never felt anything for another person, but this guy had managed to startle me with just one look. He had to be mine.

"Hello," I hurried to speak to him.

"Good morning," he replied politely.

"I've never seen you in this class before, are you new?" I asked the stranger, perhaps a bit cheekily.

"Yes, I arrived a couple of days ago in town, we had a hard time finding an apartment to rent," the armadillo explained to me.

"You came with your family?" I continued my interrogation of the beautiful male specimen.

"Yes, I came with my parents, although they already left back home when we finished setting up all my stuff in the apartment," the young mammal detailed.

"That's great! Welcome to the beginning of college freedom," I celebrated, giving me a thumbs up.

"Thank you. By the way, my name is Carlos," the armadillo told me, and reached his hand toward me.

"Nice to meet you, Carlos, my name is Colby," I replied and hurried to shake his hand.

"This is my first time in the city, there are a lot of interesting people around here," Carlos said.

"Whatever you can think of you'll find it here, from the best to the worst that society has to offer," I replied with a slight chuckle.

"For example, you're the first rat I've met in person, back in my town there is no rat family," he continued, smiling at me with the same friendly face.

"We rats are fantastic, we throw acid out of our fingertips," I jokingly replied.

"Ha ha! I hope you don't signal anyone then," laughed the armadillo.

"I bet you could stop my attack with the shell on your back," I continued the joke, pointing to his back.

"They are very strong, and if illuminated by moonlight they strengthen and reflect any projectile," the other male assured, turning his torso a bit to show me in more detail.

I immediately covered my muzzle to prevent the sound of my laughter from getting us in trouble for disrupting the class. 

"I like you, Carlos," I hastened to tell him.

"Thanks, you too Colby," the armadillo replied, recovering from the geeky joke.

After that, we both tried to contain ourselves and focus on the class, continued taking notes and listening to the professor's explanations.

When class was over, I put my stuff in my backpack and hurried to catch up with Carlos in the hallway.

"Carlos, one second!" I yelled.

"Yes?" the armadillo turned, to heed the call of his name.

"Take down my number," I offered directly.

"Sure!" he answered me, and immediately pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket.

When it was all set, the armadillo sent me a message so I could create the new contact, after which we said our goodbyes and I left for home.

When I got to my apartment, I left my backpack on the table and sat down on an old couch in front of my TV, closed my eyes, sighed, and hurriedly unzipped my pants, letting my penis and balls breathe. In a few seconds I was masturbating, thinking about him, that beautiful armadillo.

With my hand unoccupied I turned on my cell phone and searched for images of naked armadillos, remembered his voice, and continued masturbating until I cum hard, spurting several streams of my rodent semen onto my t-shirt and abdomen. I sighed again, now more relaxed, rested my hand on the cum stains that had fallen on my belly and slowly moved my hand downward, moistening my fur down to my genitals, still thinking of Carlos.

The weeks passed with the usual normality but with the particularity of Carlos' existence, which transformed each monotonous day into an exciting experience.

We became good friends right away, even though I didn't see him as a friend, it was impossible for me not to sigh with joy every time we met, inside or outside the university.

We went on many dates, went to the movies, went bowling, went out for pizza, enrolled in several elective courses together, I introduced him to some friends, met his family one weekend when they came to visit, and learned a lot from him.

Carlos was born in another country, but when he was a teenager, another country in the region had forced an economic crisis in his country, which led to a social crisis that almost sparked a civil war. Carlos' parents decided to sell their house and emigrate. Years of propaganda brought them to the country that had caused the whole catastrophe, but there they did not want immigrants. After living in abject poverty for three years, they were deported back to their country and, after spending a whole year living on their grandparents' charity, they decided to join a migrant caravan that brought them here.

Thanks to a cooperative enterprise, created by a group of immigrants from Carlos' country some years ago in a small neighboring town, the armadillo's parents were able to quickly get a stable job, they were already applying for citizenship and in about a year they would have their papers ready, here they did not have to hide, they were not persecuted, they could start rebuilding their lives again.

Carlos was really fascinated by the enormous educational offer of our public universities and the social assistance he received to continue his studies. He was a very grateful creature, I could see it in his eyes. In spite of the hell he had gone through with his family, now he felt safe and accepted.

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Recently, on a Friday night, we got together with a couple of friends to play a role-playing game, obviously Carlos was there, and I was ready to make my move, it wouldn't go past that night.

Everyone arrived at my apartment around nine o'clock at night, we bought beers, sodas, chips, salted peanuts, and several pizzas. There were five of us total, Carlos, three friends of mine from college: a fox, a bobcat, an owl, and me.

The fox was our dungeon master, he was the most experienced, he worked in a board game store and was up to date with everything new that came in, besides knowing to the letter the rules of everything we played.

At two in the morning we took a break. The fox started to watch a series on his cell phone, the bobcat and the owl settled on the couch to take a nap, Carlos went to pee and I followed him, we were both a little drunk.

I stayed outside the bathroom, leaning against the wall waiting for the armadillo while I heard the sound of urine hitting the toilet water. As I waited, I began to massage my crotch, the bulge in my pants slowly swelled, I closed my eyes as I gasped and slowly masturbated, thinking about the beautiful guy who was right now in my bathroom.

When Carlos came out of the bathroom I was still there, groping myself. He looked at me and then looked at the bulge between my legs, covered his snout with his hand and laughed.

"Are you masturbating?" the armadillo asked, smiling.

I looked him straight in the eye and said, "It's a charisma roll..."

Carlos walked over to me and grabbed my ass with both hands. "It wasn't necessary, even though you rolled a twenty," he whispered in my ear.

I swallowed saliva, put my hands on him and kissed him. We both closed our eyes as we kissed in the dark hallway of my apartment, squeezing our bodies as tight as we could.

It was the first time I had ever kissed anyone. Everything felt so good and natural, his saliva, having another tongue in my mouth, it was exciting, an experience I really didn't think was so fantastic.

When the kiss ended, only a trickle of drool connected our snouts. He smiled again, pushed me with his pelvis, he was so hard....

"Turn around," he ordered me.

I nodded and immediately turned around, leaning against the wall. The armadillo hurried up behind me and lay on top of me, rubbing his bulge against my ass, hugging me and moving slowly up and down.

I think it had only been a few minutes, though it felt like centuries to me, when Carlos pulled down my pants and his own, spread my buttocks apart and spit straight into my anus. 

"It's my first time..." I admitted, panting and not moving an inch.

"It's my first time, too. I've been wanting to do this with you for quite some time," the armadillo confessed.

"Me too," I murmured.

At that instant I felt a twinge, a thin rod of flesh penetrated my anus and sank deep inside me. I groaned as I felt a little burning, but immediately a curious tingling made my legs tremble as I felt precum gush rampantly from my penis.

Carlos began to ram into me roughly. It was strange because, even though he was moving outward, at no time did I stop feeling completely invaded by that long, agile tube of flesh.

A moment later, the armadillo gave one last thrust and rested his belly on my back, lying still and sighing as he emptied his balls into my bowels. We were silent again, enjoying our first time.

When Carlos separated from me his semen fell from my anus, staining the floor with several drops of the viscous liquid that quickly turned into a small puddle. I turned around, standing with my back against the wall while the armadillo knelt in front of me.

Without me saying anything, Carlos rested his hands on my hips, licked my penis a couple of times, swallowing the precum that gushed from my glans. After tasting my juice, the armadillo stuffed my entire rat penis into his snout, rolled it around with his tongue and began to suck it.

I grabbed him by the head with both hands and gave a couple of thrusts, but I didn't last long. A few seconds later I began to cum in Carlos' mouth. I shot six streams of spunk and he swallowed them all without wasting any.

When my penis softened, the armadillo gave it one last lick and stood up. We both smiled and went back to kissing, bumping our wet, flaccid penises, enjoying the intimacy of our bodies.

After that, I went back to the room where the others were and Carlos went back into the bathroom to wash out his mouth before coming back to us. The lynx and the owl were still sleeping, the fox was eating a piece of pizza left over from earlier, he looked at me and smiled.

I made a coffee while the other two woke up, we drank and ate again before resuming the game which took us about six more hours. 

At noon, my other three friends left and the armadillo stayed with me. As soon as we were alone, we kissed again, went to my bed and fucked a couple more times, then fell asleep most of the afternoon.

When I woke up, the sun was setting. Next to me, still asleep, lay that beautiful, chubby little armadillo. I sighed, hugged him and closed my eyes, I had everything I needed and I felt calm, peaceful and very grateful.