“Uggh, why do you even bother telling me this shit, it’s not even important, I swear to god…” Thought Dart to himself, his left hand balled in an irritated fist, his right gripping tightly around the blue and orange bedazzled phone.
The slender bodied frog had been at odds with the person whom he was being dragged along in a very unwanted phone call with for the past few weeks, the application process was hell in and of itself, but this was just extra.
“I see that your desired dormitory is a single bedroom, is there a reason you oppose a room-mate?” The disinterested voice spoke on and on.
“I already said that in the forms, I have a boyfriend, I have no interest in some meathead jock trying or first time experimenting, boy toy trying to touch on me!” Dart replied with a sigh, rubbing his temple with his now unballed fist, his thumb caressing over his yellow splotched forehead.
“I see, well we will place that request in the records, but come the start of semester, we can not promise anything.” The voice said firmly, obviously with a condescending tone.
The openly gay, blue and yellow frog boy had hardly been bothered by such problematic types before, the random jack off on the phone would be no exception, the barely focused, more than likely intern, was just doing their job, but it was pretty obvious he wouldn’t be having his own dorm room as he wanted.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever…anything else you need today?” Dart sighed through his hand which wiped down his face, his irritation rising.
“Yes, you need to come in to sign the paperwork, for liability insura-” The voice started before Dart briskly cut them off.
“Great, what time, I’ll bring my fanciest pen.” He groaned, trying to milk some sort of humor of the situation.
“Eight AM tomorrow morning…Be prepared for a campus tour.” The voice, still monotone as ever, firmly stated.
Great, he wasn’t planning on sleeping in or anything. This college had better be worth it.


With happiness the phone call was finally over, Dart tossed his mobile onto his mother’s coffee table, grasping the remote in his smooth hand and flicking through the TV channels, looking for some sort of reality show to gaggle over while he enjoyed the rest of his day. The hardest part was over, his grades through high school and extracurriculars were already more than enough to carry the dainty feminine frog through every challenge that college applications presented, Furveris University practically foamed at the mouth to accept him. Now he simply had to wait for the campus tour and with incredible irritation, his dorm assignment, as the semester began later that month.
Watching the TV screen with his smooth legs propped up over the armrest of the sofa, engrossed in an argument taking place on the program, one of the contestants of the reality show had just thrown a pancake at another when Dart’s phone began to buzz, ringing with a lovey, generic song that only meant one thing. With excitement the frog reached over, grabbing the phone and in a singsong voice he answered “Hi sweetie!” 
Ryan, one of the greatest things to ever happen to Dart, was who was curiously calling his beloved. The stallion had been patient and waited an extra fifteen minutes to dial him up, wanting to be sure the line was open.
“Hey hey, so, how’d it go?” Ryan asked.
“Not great, the dude on the phone seemed like he wanted to die, I doubt he filed anything other than the bare essentials…” Dart answered honestly, rotating onto his stomach as he lay on the couch, legs swinging behind him like a gossiping schoolgirl, just happy to hear his stud’s voice.
“Fuck…Babe…Do I need to worry?” Ryan asked with hesitation between his pauses.
“Hell no, there’s no way anyone is getting between my pony and me…I’ll make the roomie wait two hours per shower if he even looks at me funny…” Dart promised, his words genuine, soothing to Ryan’s nervousness.
“I trust you baby, I really do, it’s others that I can’t stand…it’s bad enough we have this much distance lately, now some schmuck will share your room?” Ryan rattled off, his anxiety infectious through the phone speaker, making Dart look down at the couch cushion in worry himself.
“I promise baby…The only guy who’s gonna touch me in that dorm room, is you.” He assured his mate, a promise that would penultimately remain true.
“I believe you…I just…miss you is all.” Ryan sighed as he spoke. “I love you so much Dart.” 
“I love you too.” Dart genuinely replied. 


It was tough on the couple, while they had first started dating a little shy of one year ago, Ryan and Dart were inseparable, the two of them following one another to classes, sharing dates on the weekends, and making deep, passionate love in the back of Ryan’s truck whenever the time would allow. However due to his father’s sudden unemployment, the stallion’s family had packed up and moved a clear state away from the heart wrenched feminine frog. The distance was not the end of everything for the two, they had plenty of visits, when their mixed schedules would allow, but now the latest issue to throw a wrench into their long distance relationship was the introduction of college. Ryan couldn’t enter college, his skillset much more hands on than brains on, and the distance implied that even if he could, he surely wouldn’t be in Furveris U with his beloved. The only thing that the loyal, loving stallion had pleaded with Dart over was attempting to get a solo dorm, not to have nearby, physical competition, a desire that seemed to be unlikely now.
“Well, just keep in touch baby, let me know how the walkaround goes and stuff.” Ryan softly smiled to himself as he spoke. 
“Of course baby, I’ll send you some pictures!” Dart promised as he blew a few smooches through the phone’s receiver.
“Mwa mwa right back at you…Talk to you later baby.” Ryan replied before the call ended.
Dart sighed, flipping over onto his back, dreamily letting his phone rest on his smooth blue chest, imagining he and his beloved stallion going at it in whatever dorm he would be assigned.


–The next day–


“This is the food court, it’s open eight to eight every day, you need food after eight?, order from Pizza Hut.” Spoke a hardly interested rabbit, his purple fur all covered by his cheap business suit, clearly forced to wear it by the university dress code, the nametag half hanging from the lapel ‘Truff’ the only other indication the rabbit worked there.
“Noted.” Dart said with a smirk, shrugging his shoulders, clearly already aware of what a food court was.
“Alrighty then, only two stops left, the dorms and frat row.” Truff spoke as he turned around, striding out of the doors with a sigh, followed close behind by Dart.
“If you hate it here so much, why do you have the job?” Dart inquired, as the pair walked past various frat houses that the rabbit half pointed at.
“I’ve worked everywhere, at this point, I take what I can get…nothin personal.” Truff replied as he rolled his eyes. “Pays the bills.”
Dart nodded his head, he may be disinterested, but he isn’t a dick after all.
Suddenly, Dart felt himself shoved to the side, bumped into by a briskly walking fur, another rabbit, clad in a purple jacket, seeming to be in a rush, who turned to face the frog with an apologetic look. “Sorry, gotta get somewhere…” He apologized before resuming his brisk jog, turning and ascending the porch to a frat house. “Yeah whatever dude…jeez…” Dart sighed as he continued following Truff.
“And here is your dorm.” Truff spoke as he placed his hand on the doorknob, opening and presenting the frog with his dorm, a single bed, isolated dorm room, just as he wanted.
“W- woah really?” Dart excitedly looked at the rabbit as he replied. “Of course, I got a hyena of my own that wouldn’t enjoy me shacking up with a rando either, I did what I could…Gonna cost you more per month on your bills though…” Truff replied honestly.
“Deal.” Dart said with a smile, shaking the rabbit’s hand before they walked away.


Dart had ducked away after the tour ended, the excited slender frog finding a restroom to hide away inside of, as the door opened and closed behind him, he looked around and peeped under the stalls, assuring that he was alone, he may not mind the haters but he hardly wanted an audience to listen in on his gushy phone call to his beloved.
Normally he wouldn’t be as privacy concerned, but a phone call to Ryan wasn’t the only thing on the now ecstatic frog’s mind, the distance between the couple had made one thing incredibly difficult to find time to do, sex. His hormones had won that day and his stiffness only grew more difficult to ignore in his tight jeans, the fabric of his white panties only irritatingly pleasing the surface of his shaft even more, so after that phone call, he’d need to rub one out before heading back to his place.
His thumbs eagerly tapped at his screen, pulling up Ryan’s contact and hitting dial as he was hiding inside the middle stall of the cruddy, just off the walking path, restroom, the digital brrrt-brrrt of the ringing line near torturous as he waited to hear his beloved’s voice. A voice he indeed did hear, just not in the way he wanted.
“Hey, you’ve reached Ryan, let me know what’s up at the be-” Dart sighed as he hung up, this was news too good for a voicemail, he’d try again in a bit.
For now, the dirty minded, heated frog had flicked the phone screen away to make room for his favorite smutty website, scrolling through the recent submissions with one hand, and caressing his crotch through his jeans with the other, might as well take care of this in the meantime.
He had just found a wonderful video, with the sound off of course, of a fennec fox arching his back to take what appeared to be a dragon twice the fox’s size, when the screen filled with a vibrating notification that Ryan was calling. What timing, Dart thought to himself, as his stiff, blue, leaking amphibian cock was free of his pants and panties, daintily hanging over the edge of his zipper as he sat back against the toilet, his free hand wrapped around its average sized girth.
Answering with a sigh, Dart spoke softly, quietly, in reply. “You’ve got great timing…I was just…mh, taking care of something…”
“Oh, s- sorry, heh, uhh, Just saw you called earlier, what’s up?” Ryan asked with a curious tone.
Dart answered briskly, his lustful, needy shaft twitching had taken priority over his previous excitement to tell Ryan the news. “I got a tour, got a solo dorm room, no roomie!” 
Ryan had thrown his fist in the air in celebration unbeknownst to Dart on the opposite end of the phone, happy to hear their cohesion was safe. “That’s fucking awesome!”


Dart opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by the squeaky, telltale sound of the restroom door swinging open, he instinctively said “y- yeah be right back!” as he placed his phone down from his ear for a moment.
“You okay baby?” Asked Ryan, curious as to why his mate would have gone silent, his last words ending on such a high note.
Dart stayed silent, not only was he on the phone with his beloved, but his twitching, exposed shaft leaking pre over his occupied, smooth skinned hand would be a horrible first impression to whoever walked in, no doubt with his luck the dean himself or some sort of campus cop.
A few heavy bootsteps filled the otherwise empty room as the approaching person walked seemingly aimlessly around the room, Dart stayed motionless, not even daring to lift his bright sneaker-covered feet upward, so he’s in the bathroom, who cares, surely the other occupant will leave him be.
Two loud sniffs filled the air, followed by a grumbling “Hmmm.” as the boots turned again, striding directly past Dart’s stall, into the handicapped, large stall to his left, the door of that stall shutting and latching, the frog now had a neighbor he hardly wanted.
“Babe, you there?” A soft, barely audible echoing voice asked through the phone, Dart brought the phone up to his lips and softly whispered in reply. “S- sorry, yeah, gimme a few.” He pleaded silently.
Dart returned the phone downward to his supple, bare lap, his hand unmoving from his needy, heated shaft, pre still dribbling down his fingers, as soon as this guy left he would pop, no doubt. As he bided his time, Dart stared at the wall next to him, only then realizing that the graffiti sprawled across the wall was not simple nonsense, not all of it anyway.
‘Moove me bich’ was written just above the toilet paper dispenser, with a few oh so professional addendums ‘hope u choke’ ‘i never choke’ ‘tastes like chicken’ ‘youd know what kock tastes like huh’ and more.
His face went blank, call it morbid curiosity, but Dart could not resist the temptation of finding out what these scratched or sharpied words had been referring to, as he finally released his grip on his shaft, using his pre-matted fingers to grasp the toilet paper holder, which easily was removed in his hands. The Holder was hung haphazardly up with two velcro command strips, it’s a good thing Dart wasn’t really using the restroom as a tug from the toilet paper would have sent it to the floor. 
“Ahh, I knew you were working…new shoes?” asked a gruff, older voice through the stall, breaking the silence audibly. “What was that babe?” Asked Ryan, again falling on deaf ears.


Dart tilted his head, not sure how to reply, his words failing him as the jingling of a belt was heard through the stall, his eyes widening as broadly as an amphibian’s could as he hardly was able to believe what he was witnessing. The hidden glory hole that was concealed by the toilet paper holder was now very much obviously exposed, and what was slowly deposited into it by the occupant of the other stall was something Dart didn’t think could be real, it was a cock, sure, but this was not just a cock, it was impossibly huge, and the scent that emitted from it’s thick red girth was intoxicating, the lengthy red shaft was twitching to life with every inch that pushed through the hole, as inch by inch pushed through, it seemed like it would never end, before finally reaching the base, his body having to be firmly pressed against the stall’s wall. The incredibly endowed fourteen inches of erect, red, smooth cock at full mast, mere inches from Dart’s shocked, staring, mated amphibian face. 
“Gimme the usual, and make it snappy, I got a lot to do today…” The Gruff Voice attached to this perfect, pulsing shaft so conveniently throbbing right there, oh so invitingly.
For a moment, Dart felt disgusted with himself, even looking at this beefy dick in front of him, he should get up and walk out of that stall right now, there’s no way he could have been considering this, right? But at the same time, glory holes were known for their anonymity, it’s not like anyone would know right? It’s just the same goal he originally had in this stall to begin with, was it even cheating if nobody could prove it ever happened? 
Lust won, the pent up frog whimpered to himself, pushing his phone onto the water tank of the toilet he straddled, completely enthralled with the twitching cock that was beckoning his attention, it’s just a mouthful to get off to, nothing more, nothing less, he justified with himself, his needy hands slowly rising upward to grip ahold of that fiery red rod, squeezing its girthy length gently.
Ryan was a stallion, supposedly the largest of the large, but this obviously reptilian cock was dwarfing the shaft he was so eagerly used to for a year, perhaps he was small for a horse? Who knows, right now that’s of no priority, this shaft needs release almost as badly as Dart’s own.
“Damn…you ain’t Rudy…you feel smooth…go ahead n get started then.'' The Gruff Voice spoke firmly, excitedly, his cock only throbbing harder at the revelation of the new identity grasping over it’s length.
Dart whimpered before complying, stroking that cock between both of his smooth hands, pre oozing from the veiny red tip, smearing down over the mated frog’s palms with every stroke up and down along his cock.
The wet squelches of the lustful, brainless handjob his boyfriend was giving a perfect stranger filled the room, easily making their way through the phone which Ryan was intently listening in on, unable to believe what he was hearing. “B-babe?” He asked again, to deaf ears.


The frog Ryan was so intently trying to communicate with was far too busy opening his mouth and sliding that thick, leaking red shaft into his lips, giving it an eager flick of his lengthy amphibian tongue right under the tip, causing the stranger to groan out in pleasure, bucking his hips against the cold metal wall as Dart felt his throat suddenly opening around the invading cock, pushing his smooth head downward, swallowing over as many inches as he could, his now freed up left hand promptly grasping over his own swollen shaft, pumping it. There on his knees with a hand around his pre-leaking cock with his panties and jeans around his ankles, slurping like a complete slut was Dart, eagerly tasting and swirling his tongue around the stranger’s twitching cock, savoring every forbidden moment of this circumstantial blowjob. He would never openly admit it, but it was incredible, he had never felt his gag reflexless throat stretched so widely around a cock, he never tasted such thick, streaming, musky pre in his life, his hand sped up around his shaft as he slurped louder, the wet, moaning squelches bouncing off the surrounding walls and into the phone. 
“Baby please answer, what the fuck is going on?” Ryan pleaded, no answer, just more wet slurping, moan filled head bobs echoing into his ear.
“Enough foreplay newbie, turn around.” the Gruff Voice demanded, his no nonsense voice and desire something straight out of the frog’s favorite yiff videos.
“F- fuck…” Dart muffled to himself as he threw his head back, the saliva connecting the stranger’s cock to his newly unfaithful, lustful lips, breaking and dripping down around that lengthy red cock, staining the metal wall it protruded from, he nearly tripped with how quickly he kicked his shoes and jeans off, they slid just under the wall of which he was sharing this moment with the stranger through.
“Cute panties, slut.” The Gruff Voice complimented as he chuckled, sending his cock in a twitching fit as Dart readied himself.
“T- thanks.” The high pitched, incredibly lustful, needy frog said in reply, not thinking he would of gone this far, but now naked from the waist down and positioning himself ass up against the stranger’s cock, he figured why not enjoy the moment to its fullest, nobody’s going to know he did more than jerk off, it’s just fun, he wasn’t truly cheating on Ryan right?
“That’s a good bitch…get on my dick…now.” The Stranger ordered, pushing his hips forward against the smooth, bubble butt of Dart while grumbling in pleasure, precum from the raw stranger’s musky, twitching rod pushed right against the frog's dainty yellow pucker.
Ryan listened in pure confusion as the impossibly obvious sound of a cock burying inside of a tight tailhole filled the room, and therefore his ears. As on the other end of the phone, the Stranger pushed inch by inch into the accepting, eager, heated tailhole of his beloved boyfriend, his raw leaking cock filling him to capacity.


“Ohhh, fuck yeah slut, take that dick.” The Stranger growled through his pleasured moans, thrusting his hips firmly against the metal wall, sending creaking shakes through it with every push. Dart could only moan, his effeminate body shaking in pleasure and pain as the massive cock spread him open, gliding deeply into his depths, filling him to the point his twinkish feminine tummy bulged outward against the Stranger’s deepening thrusts. 
Ryan rubbed his forehead in disbelief as to what he was hearing, there’s no way this was real. It was, as Dart pushed back until his soft, smooth, supple asscheeks pushed against the cold metal, greedily taking every raw inch of the stranger’s cock balls deep into his stretched, deprived tailhole, his lust overtaking his judgment, who cares if it was cheating, it was his secret, big deal, he wanted this so badly, he NEEDED it. 
The stranger growled, pulling back and recoiling his cock all but the tip from the slutty frog’s pre-leaking tailhole before firmly thrusting forward again, his hands gripping the top of the wall, his boots squeaking as he railed into the wall and the needy frog behind it. 
“Goddamnit, that’s a good fucking tight little slut…Holy shit I’m gonna fucking NUT.” The growling, gruff voice of the stranger announced, thrusting his hips forward wildly, relentlessly, his hips clanging against the metal wall with every deepening, intensifying thrust, his hanging balls tightening as he growled.
“Oh god me too!” Dart whined out, his high pitched, squealing voice being honest as the frog’s hand was a blur on his cock, pumping it over and over as he felt that massive red hot cock burying deeper into his guts.
Ryan heard every moment of it over the phone, the Stranger growling out through his teeth “CUMMING! TAKE IT BITCH!”, the loud audible splashes of the intense load that filled his boyfriend’s hungry ass, squelching as it splattered around the edges of that tight, gripping yellow tailhole, soaking and dripping down the metal wall, in a fine, sticky pool around the frog’s feet, staining his jeans in the forbidden fluid. Dart’s own load had begun jetting from his dainty cock tip, strings of his seed spattering on the opposing wall and toilet seat, he rode out his first cumload in weeks as he drooled down on his chest, pushing his dainty, well used cheeks back against the wall for every deep, cumming thrust he could obtain. He nearly whined in sadness as the lengthy, slowly softening cock of the stranger pulled back, exiting his yellow anus with a pop as yet more cum squelched down his thighs, onto the mess already soaking the floor.
“B- babe?! HELLO?!” Yelled the voice of Ryan, momentarily knocking the frog out of his lustful stupor, he had never hung up the damn phone.


Thinking quickly, dripping and oozing with cum, his knees wobbling and weak as Dart grabbed the phone and answered. “Y- yeah babe…s- sorry…” He spoke.
“Babe what the fuck happened?” Ryan asked, his nervousness palpable as he strained and angrily inquired.
“Oh g- god uhh..f- fuck…was too horny…h- had to…take care of it…” Dart said, panting, nervous on his own as the toilet in the stranger’s stall flushed, no doubt the toilet paper cleanup over his shaft disappearing down the drain. 
“What the hell was that noise…?” Ryan asked. “Are you alone?!” 
Dart felt guilt pang into his chest, but he also knew this was a one time, completely anonymous breeding that nobody but the stranger would know even occurred, he sighed as he spoke in reply to his beloved, if now inadequate, stallion. 
“I had to watch a video, you know me baby…” He lied, panting still from his freshly finished activity. 
Ryan, gullible and trusting of his beloved frog, sighed in relief, that makes sense, that had to make sense. “Oh, Jesus Christ, I thought you were like…doing something.” 
Dart gulped and nervously watched as the door next to his stall opened, those two boots firmly standing right outside of his stall door, a subtle “Ahem” leaving the stranger’s mouth.
“Never…never baby…y- you know that…” Dart lied, seed dribbling from his tailhole as he spoke and whimpered. “I d- do gotta clean up though baby, I’ll call you soon okay?” the lustful, hotly panting frog stated.
“Of course baby…I love you.” Ryan replied.
“Love you too.” Dart said before looking at his phone and ending the call, reaching a hand outward and undoing the latch on the door. 
An older, smiling alligator stood before him, his tan overalls with ‘maintenance’ written over the chest were bulging right around his wide crotch, his belly hanging over it just so slightly, the taller middle aged gator rested his broad, hairy arm on the wall as he grinned toothily at the dainty little fem frog leaking his cum.
“So you got a boy, and you still took my dick like a champ, huh little girl?” the Gator spoke through that sexy, demeaning, dominant fucking smirk he wore.
“I uh…Thought…I’d just…enjoy it…once…anonymously…” Dart spoke through lustful panting.
“Uh-huh…Is that why you opened the door? Coulda said fuck off.” the Gator grinned as he took another step forward, shutting the door behind him, sealing the pair in the bathroom stall as he smirked.
“I j- just..uh…” Dart was about to speak before being caught silent, the gator was dropping his overalls and exposing a creamy, cum matted, hairy cock directly atop his sweaty snout, grinning as he did so.
“Don’t wanna be a liar, you said you were gonna clean up, so get to it.” the Gator ordered.
Dart leaned his head back, dragging that flaccid, messy cock over his face before swirling his tongue over the tip, cleaning every droplet of cum that leaked down its length just as he was ordered. His phone vibrated against his lap, no doubt a text from Ryan in regards to his abrupt hangup…


…He can wait a few minutes, he does have to clean up after all.