When you were in elementary school, you used, at the big ladybug statue at Wattson park after school. It had a secret opening inside of it where you could hide inside if you got in trouble with your parents, bullies or even wild animals.

One day while sneaking away from your annoying baby sitter to head to your secret spot to relax, you noticed a furry tail handing outside of the secret entrance.
That's when you first met Alex the catboy.
Your first and only best friend in the whole wide world.
We made quite the duo when we were kids.
Him being the energetic, lovable cream colored catboy and you being the somewhat smart, reserved human boy. We made for each other's downfalls.

For example, back in middle school, Alex was failing math class, and his parents were on his ass about it. He asked you to help him cheat and puss the course, and in return, he would score us some old porno magazines from his dad's collection.
It was a pretty sweet deal for you. Your parents were very conservative about phones, TV and the internet.
Thus any sort of tits and pussy was like a holy grail for a teen going through puberty.
That wasn't all either. We used to play videogames, have sleepovers, even told each other secrets that we wouldn't tell anyone else.
We were inseparable.

Until we got to high school.
Turns out you will have a lot more friends in high school if you were a charming, outgoing cat-boy. Alex turned into a total pretty boy once he got into high school. His hair got longer and curlier, his face got more defined but kept its boyish charm. Piercing sky blue eyes and his body got way taller and muscular but not in an overboard kind of way like most jocks became.
He was a total “hottie" and star of the soccer team. He had tons of girls throwing themselves at him.
It's not like you were kinda jealous or anything. Just mostly sad because you two grew apart faster than you thought.
You were always the more reserved of the two of you. You weren't ugly, but you were not hot either. Didn't help that your parents were so overprotective of you either. I remember a couple of times Alex invited you to a party at his house, but your parents didn't want you to stay out so late.

But you didn't want to go to the party just to fool around. You wanted to hang out with your old bud, Alex.
You couldn't really blame him. He was really popular and had a scholarship to college already. His life was filled to the brim and had no time for little old Anon.
That was ok. You didn't hold it against him until he got really douchey to one of your only other friend you made in high school.
His name was Jim. A very cool iguana guy who you started to hang out with during the sophomore year. We were both quiet and non-confrontational types of people. We also both loved candle making, which was fucking weird even to us. But you remember the day vividly that you had that big fight with Alex which made the two of you break off all relation to each other.
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“Hey, Jim! I finally made that black candle last night."
“Really? Did you fix the sinking problem? Do you have any pics of it?" Jim asks excitedly.
“Yup. Let me show you."
Pulling out your phone, you quickly scroll to the pics you took last night.
“Umm Anon."
“Yea?"
“Who is that guy glaring at us? He seems pretty angry."
Looking up your phone, you spot an angry looking feline staring at the two of you from two tables away.
“Oh that's Alex. I used to hang out with him when I was younger. Seems like something got his panties in a bunch."
“Isn't he extremely popular? Why would he hang out with you? No offense."
You chuckle at that comment.
“He used to be my best friend when we were younger. I got a new best friend now." Grabbing his neck with your arm and mashing your faces together in a big hug.
“S-Stop it Anon! You are embarrassing me," he says with a blush.
“Well it's true," you said playfully.
All of a sudden, you hear a big thump from behind you.
Turning around, you see Alex standing there looking down at the two of you.
“Sup Anon," Alex says with a hint of anger.
“Oh hey Alex," you said curtly
“I see that the two of you are having a ball over here. Who is this Anon? Your boyfriend?" Alex said, while looking at the small iguana.
“That's none of your business, Alex."
“None of my business? How is this none of my business? How can I go around school with my best friend being a fag?" he shouted.
Amazed at what he just said you shake your head in shame.
You weren't gay, but you knew Jim had a pretty big crush on you. Which was flattering, but you already let him down gently. You told him if you ever turned gay or bi that he would be on the top of your list to date.
“I have a good way to solve that problem. Just say you don't know me," you said calmly.
“The fuck do you mean by that?"
“I mean to pretend that I don't exist in your life anymore."
“Are you serious? Are you going to throw our friendship away over some scaly fuck? You gotta be joking."
You see, Alex's eyes turn hostile.
“You know what Alex. I don't what happened when we entered high school, but you changed a lot. We don't even hang out anymore much less notice my presence when I walk into a room. I hate to throw away all the history we had, but I think we turned into two different people."
Grabbing Jim's hand, you begin to walk away.
“HAHAHA! OK! Be like that. I knew you were g*y the moment I first saw you. I don't need you, anyway. fucking loser." Alex yelled, hysterically.
---
That was the last day you talked to Alex.
You wished that he had a successful life and career. He deserved that much. Burning bridges isn't your ideal way to handle relationships, but Alex did that himself.

After graduating from high school, you had to decide which college you were planning to attend. Which was an easy feat for you to complete? The one you chose was pretty far away from your parents, and it was pretty easy to get accepted to. This school was not the most prestigious, but it was well known in the state and a good program for your major. And that was good enough for you.

You got more freedom than what you had living with your parents.
You could go to parties, drink, play video games all day or even maybe lose your virginity.
The college you chose had the option for on-campus living and the ability to share your dorm with another roommate.
Obviously, this was the most unpopular option, but there was an incentive to make student share dorms.
Money. That's right. You get 500 dollars cash bonus for having a roommate. That was a lot of money for a college student. And besides, you could easily share your room with another dude.
As long as he was calm, you would be cool.

After taking a tour of the college with your parents, they finally helped you move into your dorm.
The layout was pretty simple. Two bedrooms share a common living area. So basically it's like a tiny house. It has a bathroom, kitchen and a living room which has a big flat screen already installed.
This place was already pretty sweet. The real cherry on top was the free internet. You could bust so many loads without having to worry about your parents over your shoulder 24/7.

Plopping down on the refurbished couch, you sat and tried to relax from all of the heavy liftings you did today.
One thing that is bugging you was that your roommate still wasn't here yet.
God, you hope you don't get a weirdo.
The last thing you need is to get someone who is a borderline psycho or a serial killer.
Maybe you are exaggerating a bit, but there is an easy tell if someone you are living with is a crazy person.
If they leave empty cartons of juice in the fridge, they have mental problems.
You figured this out with your dad. He used to do it all the time with your favorite grape juice.
bastard has a screw loose or something. You love your dad, but he needs to lay off your fucking fruit juice.
Anyways you might as well try to get a quick nap in before your new roommate comes.
Closing your eye,s you start to count the fantastic opportunities you could have during this college life
You did kinda wish Alex was here though. Then we could have fun together again, like old times.
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The dream you had was the weirdest one you had in your entire life. Because it was based off a memory you had when you were younger. It was during summer break right after finishing middle school. You went over to Alex's house to hang out. his parents weren't home, and the two of you decided to watch some porn on the computer.

Knocking on the big wooden door with the secret knock, the two of you created when we were kids. Hearing muffled footsteps approaching the door, it swings open to reveal a 15-year cream colored cat boy staring at you with his catlike ice blue eyes.

“You're late," he says, fixing the hem of the green gym shorts he is wearing.
“Sorry about that. I had to do something for my mom. She wouldn't let me leave if I didn't do it for her." you apologized.
“Whatever. Hurry up inside! We don't have all night." he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside.
“I thought you said your parent would be gone for the weekend."
“They are! I just used one of those figures of speech things we learned in school," he replied
“Oh. That shocked me. Alex using stuff he learned in school in a real-life situation. Pigs must be getting ready to fly into space." you joked.
“Shut up, retard! I'm just using what you taught me."
“What a good student I have." you said as rubbed his shaggy sandy hair “Do you want to be my teacher's pet?"
“That's totally g*y dude," he said as he shrugged his head out of your hand. “Anyway, let's head upstairs."

Walking up the steps, you realized that his long tail is wrapping around your arm. He usually does this when he's happy. Amazingly, some animals have so much control over their tail. Makes you wish you had a tail to do all sorts of things with it.

Dragging you to his room, he opens the door to push you inside and slams it behind himself. His room looks just like you remembered it. Green walls, music posters, a sweet ass computer/gaming setup, and a big ass bed. Amazing what a dentist salary can buy, huh.

“Toss your bags anywhere." you hear him say as he logged on to his computer.

Doing as he says and tossing you shit in the corner, you went over to his bed to lay down on it. Ugh wow. This bed is awesome! It's way too fucking soft to be a bed. They must've stuffed a cloud in here. Rolling around in the softness of the bed, you hear a voice call out to you.

“What are you doing? he said with a deadpan face.
“Your bed is soft dude.
“Yea I know but why are you rolling in it like that?
“Cuz I can faggot." you teased.
That must have really set him off. You can see his face turn pink with rage. Or was it red from irritation? All you know that he is embarrassed.
“Do you think that you are the big cat around here, Anon?" he said gritted through his teeth.
“All I know is that you are a big pussy!" you laughed.
“O-Oh yea?! You wanna settle this right now? Let's wrestle. Right here right now!" with his cat ears twitching.
“Sure. I'm game. I can beat your ass any day of the week." you bragged as you got off the bed.
“Loser has to do anything the winner wants and bragging rights."
“Deal."
Before you know it, he starts tearing off his shirt from his chest, revealing his somewhat lithe beige colored chest.
“What are you doing?" you questioned
“It's only fair to wrestle in your underwear. Everyone who wrestles knows this idiot. Don't you see wrestlers all the time on TV in their underwear?"
He has a point. Everyone who wrestles is in their underwear.
“True," you admitted to him.
“Then strip down bitch boy."
Taking off your shirt, you see your slightly pudgy chest look back at you. You weren't fat or chubby, but you could say that you had a little pudge on you. You've seen wrestlers on TV with worse bodies than you.
Moving to take off your pants, you see Alex standing there watching you.
“What?"
“Just wondering if you wear boxers or briefs?"
Ripping your pants off you proudly stand there with your hands on your waist and strike a superhero pose.
“I am a boxers man."
“Yea I figured." you heard him laugh.
“What about you?"
Rather than telling you, he pulls his green gym shorts down. Revealing a grey pair of tight elastic briefs.
“You wear briefs?! What are you 7?" you bust out in gut tearing laugher.
“Shut up, retard! I only wear them because of my tail!"
“What are you talking about?" you say wiping a tear falling from your eye.
“See! Look!" he spins around and presents his perky ass toward you.
Bending down to get a closer look, you see what he means. There is a hole in the back of the underwear where he could stick his tail through. Above the hole is a little strap where he could open and close to make putting on underwear on easier.

Besides that what really caught your interest was what was inside of the briefs. Alex's ass wasn't huge, but it was pretty big for a guy. Most girls our age don't even have anything close to an ass like this. You never noticed how big it was when he was wearing those shorts, but these briefs make it very apparent to you now.

“Dude..."
“What is it?"
“You have a big ass," you say seriously.
“The hell are you talking about. Are you g*y or something?" he says over his shoulder looking at you with those blue eyes of his.
“Nah this is a girls ass. It can't be g*y."
“fuck you," he says as he turns around to tackle you on the soft bed.

Getting sneak attacked put you at a disadvantage, he had gotten you on your stomach with his legs wrapped around your midsection. Pulling your head into a playful headlock, he tries to make you tap out.

He may have a height advantage over you, but you for sure have the weight advantage. Flipping yourself over you got him to release the headlock. Before you could grab him, he distances himself from you by rolling over across the bed. The two of you get up on the bed and stare each other down, hoping to get an opening on your opponent.

“Ready to give up?" he said.
“No way."
“Good. I like to play with my prey before I eat it."

Before you could reply, you see him lunge at you. Seeing this movement, you decide to jump back at him. Meeting in the middle of the bed, the two of you tumble over the soft sheets trying to gain dominance over the other. The two of you were grabbing, pulling, and groping each other to try to make the other give. You were surprised when you squeezed his ass that he got even more frisky.

Getting out of breath you made a move to pin him down on his stomach/ Placing your arms down on his wrists and crotch on his butt, you prevented him from getting up. Laying down on his back, you take deep breaths to try to get some energy back. YOu place your face in the back of his head to rest when a sudden scent of banana oatmeal fills your nostrils.

“Why...do.. you..smell..like oatmeal?" you say panting out of breath.
“I...took a shower this...morning," he says to you in the same out of breath manner.
“Smells...good"
“Shut up!" Alex says as he starts struggling again.

Feeling his fat ass grind on your crouch you unconsciously feel your d*ck get hard. This is normal right? Most people get hard when they wrestle other guys? As he continued to struggle from your grasp, the harder you got. You try as hard as you could not let Alex know that you got hard from rubbing on his ass. You would never live it down. Curse this soft squishy ass of his.

While you were trying to calm yourself down. Alex got the upper hand to change the situation. Pushing you off his back, you fall onto yours. Before you could get up Alex climbs on top of your crotch and pins your hands down with his own.

“I win," he says.
“N-no you don't," you struggled to say.
“Yea, I do. I am on top, so that means I win," he says while grinding his butt into your crotch.
“That's not how it works!"
How he doesn't feel your cock picking his ass is beyond your realm of understanding. My dick is practically out of my boxers right now. Does he think it's something else?

“So if I break free right now I win the game?"
“Yea if you can," he says with a smug smile.


You start pushing your smooth hands into his furry ones; the two of you began a test of strength. He was quite strong, but you were a tiny bit stronger. As you were close to pushing his hands off, he uses his upper body to add pressure to the losing fight. As a result of this he pins your hands down once again but his face it literally right on top of yours. The two of you stare each other down to focus — those bestial blue eyes of his cuts through your mind like a sharp knife. You can feel his warm wet breaths tickle your dry lips. Leaning closer, he begins to press his soft lips to yours. The kiss lasted for a good four seconds, you know this in particular because you counted.

Alex pulls back with a smack, looking confident in his actions. licking his lips, he sits there triumphantly.

“D-Dude, did you just kiss me?" you stuttered.
“Yea? What about it?" he said innocently.
“T-That was my first kiss. And it was with another dude!"
“You are freaking out ever nothing, man."
“What are you talking about?"
“kissing your best friend doesn't mean anything, dumbass. It's no different from kissing your mom on the cheek."
“Is that how it works? But you are a guy. Doesn't make us g*y?"
“No. It's not gay because our balls aren't touching. It's just kissing. Best friends help each other out like this all the time."
“Have you done this before? kissing, I mean."
“I looked up some videos on how to do it. This was the first time actually doing it though." you see him scratch his face in embarrassment.
“So this is just meant for practice, right? To not embarrass yourself in front of girls?"
“Yea totally. Don't want to embarrass yourself in front of your girlfriend? Call your best friend to come to help you practice."
“Sounds reasonable enough," you say to yourself. You were never good with girls, and embarrassing yourself in front of them sounds horrible.
“Great! So you will help me practice then?"

Before saying a word, you feel a pair of wet lips lock around your own. You are surprised by the kiss you still had to get used to the feeling of it. It didn't feel bad, just really unique. Your heart starts to beat faster, you zone out a bit, and you start focusing on the weird things. Like how pleasant his lips feel or how silky his fur feels against your skin, and how his tail tickles your thighs from time to time. Things like that.

Breaking the kiss, both of you pant for breath for air after the hot kiss.

“Not bad," he said. “Needs some more work though."

All of a sudden, Alex's phone starts to ring. He climbs off of you to go answer it, which gives you time to get yourself together.
“Yea, mom...Anon and I are just playing some games...Yes, I am playing fair...I always do!" he talks through the phone.

He must be talking to his parents. You wish your parents would let you stay home by yourself. They say you aren't responsible enough and that you something could go horribly wrong. You think you are pretty capable yourself and that you handle problems really well. They just s(u)ck at trusting you with stuff.

While you were brooding over how untrusting your parents are Alex kisses you again on the lips.

“C' mon Anon I want to get good at kissing," he begs.

Watching him scoot to the head of the bed near the fluffy pillows, he pats the cushion ushering you to lay up here with him. Following his directions, you climb up there and lay your head next to him. The two of you look at each other before smooching once more.

This time with renewed vigor. Alex's lips greedily eat your own, locked down by his eager passion for sticking more of his mouth into yours. Pulling apart only to meet again at a different angle. He was s(u)cking, nibbling, and pecking your lips like they were a new candy. Pulling him into an embrace, you start you rub his furry thin body with your hands. He must really like that because he began to purr into your mouth. Causing your lips to vibrate from the low rumbling. You started to feel so good that you began to get hard again.

Yea this isn't gay. Alex is your best buddy. You see him as a partner in uh...crime yea crime is good. Clearing your mind so that you can enjoy. You mean practice kissing with Alex. However, you felt a wet and slimy thing lick your lips. Confused at what he is doing you reluctantly open you mouth giving access to the foreign intruder. Giving him access to your mouth was like letting water out of the dam.

He tasted every part of your mouth with his rough cat tongue. Scared of being overpowered you tried to fight back, but as soon as you tasted his saliva, a shock ran through your body. His spit tasted so good that you wanted more of it. It was sweet but not sweet if that made any sense. Wrapping your tongue around with his you two eagerly tried to fight over the saliva in each other's mouth. Eventually, it got to the point where you took turns s(u)cking on each others tongue like a straw.

All good things must come to an end. Since we can't breathe through each other's mouths, we have to stop the kiss. Pulling our lips away from each other, a thin line of saliva connected you two even though you had pulled away.

Feeling something hard poking your stomach, you look down to see what it. Seems like you aren't the only one sporting a tent in his underwear.

“Can we watch some porn or something? I'm getting pretty horny. I haven't seen a pair of tits in a while." you say with an embarrassed grin.

“Uh, sure. Let me pull something up on the TV," he said as he climbed off of the bed and made his way over to the computer. Scooting to the edge of the bed you take off your boxers freeing your cock to the open air. The two of you always jerked off together when both of you realized it was more convenient for you to do so. It was way better than using your memory.

“You want something particular or you fine with anything," he questions you.
“Something with a blowj0b."
“Man, you really like blowj0bs, huh?" Alex says while taking off his briefs, giving you a quick peek of his butt hole.
“I just wonder what they feel like. The guys in the videos look like they are feeling really good."
“I'm pretty sure anything they do in the video would feel good," he says as he sits next to you.

The TV comes on, and the porno is displayed onto the TV. It's a scene with a human guy and a busty tiger girl. The thing starts with the girl sitting by herself on the couch until the human guy walks over and starts groping her tits through a tiny bikini. The guy rips off her bikini and starts playing with her pussy.

Getting into it, you started to stroke your cock. The tiger girl unzipped his pants and began s(u)cking him off. That's when things start to heat up. She starts getting into, bobbing her head back and forth with a natural motion. Her eyes look up to the camera with a smirk.

“f*ck that is so hot," you say as you start to speed up your hand. Precum begins to leak from your penis as jerk off. Sounds of fapping fill the room. Looking over at Alex, you see he's having a good time beating his d*ck, but his focus isn't on the video but your c*ck.

------


He catches you looking at him. He stops stroking to talk.

“Uh, Anon. Do you remember that I won the bet? So I get to boss you around no questions asked, right?

A weird time to start this conversation but I guess he did win the wrestling match. Reluctantly taking your hand off your cock.

“Yea...What do you want me to do?" you asked hesitantly.
“Let me give you a blowj0b."
“W-What? A blowj0b?
“It kills two birds with one stone. You want to know what getting your d*ck feels like and I want to feel a cock cum in my mouth. Besides no questions asked to remember? Now stand up.


Standing off the bed, you turn to the beige cat. He looks up to you with Alex's piercing blue eyes. Before you could say something, you feel your penis engulfed into a warm wet hole. You weren't packing that much heat as a 15-year-old, but it was still pretty big to take into your mouth whole. You just hope he doesn't use his teeth at all.

After taking your entire penis into his mouth, he begins to move his head back and forth to get used to having you in his mouth. Weirdly enough, he isn't using his tongue at all. Even though it feels right without it, a big part of a blowj0b is to have that wet and slimy tongue hit you in different places on your cock.

AS if he was psychic, you start to feel something lap at the tip of your penis. Quick gentle strokes like it's trying not to damage anything. He does this for a while before taking your cock out of your mouth.

“penis taste, just like how I imagined it. Salty. The smell was better, though. A bit funky but good smell. Did you take a shower today?" he asked you if he was trying to pinpoint the origin of your taste.

“Not yet. I figured I could take on here.

“Whatever. Look I am going to use my tongue to finish you off. It's not going to hurt, but it is going to feel different." he informs you.

Alex goes back to your cock and gives it a lick with his full tongue. A tingly sensation runs through your lower body.

“What was that?" you ask him.
“My tongue has bumps on it."

He goes back to s(u)cking your cock with a few licks to familiarize you with the feeling of his tongue. After a while, you do get used to the feeling. That's when he started to go crazy. Using both sides of his tongue, teasing the head with his tongue, he even deepthroated it whole while licking your balls. This blowj0b feels precisely how you expected it too.

“fuck...Alex," you mo(a)n out.

You feel like you are about to cum. An urge to grab his head spawns within you. He wouldn't mind, would he? Probably not. Taking your hands, you position them around his head and begin guiding him into a proper rhythm. Surging energy flows through you like you are on top of the world. You begin to thrust faster into the boy's mouth. Taking it like a champ, Alex grabs you ass to push you further into his mouth. Pushing you past your limit, you explode into the warm wet mouth of your best friend.

Legs weak from the violent orgasm you hand to sit down to stop from falling down. Looking over to your friend you see him swig the semen you gave him around in his mouth before swallowing all of it.

Falling back on the bed, you began to drift off to sleep.
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The where he asked to s(u)ck you off is the part of the dream that got fuzzy and weird to you. You have no idea if this actually happened or if it was some desire you wished happened that day. What is going on? Why do you feel attracted to Alex all of a sudden? Is it because you regretted going off on him and didn't apologize? Man, you hope that doesn't have some mental disease.

Opening your eyes, you find yourself on the couch in your dorm room. Your crotch feels weird, and your balls feel empty. Like you just came or something. Don't tell me it was a wet dream. Looking down into your pants, you see your penis dry with no s*men in your underwear. The f*ck? Is this one of those ghost loads I hear everyone talking about on the internet?
Looking over, you see a beige color cat sitting at a chair across the room on his phone.

“Alex? Is that you?!!," you say in surprise.

Getting up you rush over to the sitting feline to verify if you are mistaking him for someone else.
Seeing him turn to you only validates your guess as you see the soccer star cat turn his pretty blue eyes to you. His hair has grown more extended than the last time you saw him. It's tied up into a cute ponytail on the back of his head. He's also gotten more handsome as well. His whole aura glows male model.

“Oh, you want to talk to now, huh? I thought I wasn't your best friend anymore," he said with a pouting face.

Oof. He's holding on to that grudge huh. I guess that is fair. We were best friends, and you did kinda told him to fuck off. Or that I'm feeling sorrier because of that dream. Who knows?

“Can I at least have a hug for old times sake?" you say with a smile.

“Don't think you can pretend that they didn't happen. I am still pissed at you. But it is good to see you again." he says as he gets up from the chair.

Moving in for a hug, you wrap your arms around his back and pull him in close. A smell of banana oatmeal floats into your nose. What the fuck?

“Do you still use that oatmeal shampoo?" you asked him
“Yea you said you liked it and I kinda liked the smell of it too."

Breaking the hug, you stood there to look at him. You notice that he has some white stuff on his fur.

“Alex, you got some white stuff on your face. Did you eat yogurt or something?"
You see him wipe off the gunk off his face with his finger. He examines the liquid before s(u)cking it off his finger.

“Yea...I had some yogurt or something."

His breath hits your nose, and a sour smell cuts through everything else. It reminds you of your junk when you don't wash for a couple of days. You cover your nose in response to the foul smell.

“Are you sure you that yogurt didn't expire or anything? Your breath smells like a dick, dude.

“Oh, really now? Then you must love the smell, huh?" he moves in closer to your face. “Give me a kiss daddyyy~."

“Quit playing around," you say as dodge his poorly attempted kiss. Seeing that you dodged him, he tries again to plant a kiss on your grossed out face.

Dodging once again, you begin to distance yourself away from him. This just spurred an even more frisky catboy to plant a wet one on you. He starts chasing you around the dorm.

“Stop it, Alex. This isn't funny!" you say as you tried to juke him around the couch.

“I won't stop unless you let me transfer my cooties to you," he says as he chases you around the couch.

This Little fucker. “Aren't you too old for all of this? We are in college now. Act like it!" you say as you struggled to say between breaths.

You weren't as in shape as you were when you little. Need to lay off all of those snack cakes you've eaten lately.

Tiring yourself out, you stop to sit down on the couch for a quick break. “Time out. Let me get some air back in me." The nimble cat boy ignores you call for peacetime and pounces on top of you like a cat catching a mouse.

Pushing you down on the couch, he climbs on top of you, straddling your crotch. “Prepare yourself human. I am here to infect you with dick breath!" he says while imitating some sort of alien creature.

You try to grab and push him off of you, but he grabs your arms and pins them above your head. Looks like he has gotten stronger over the years. Maybe you should have lifted some weights or something while in high school.

“Resistance is futile, human. Surrender yourself to me and accept the transfer of the dick breath."

“Those are some big words. Are you sure you know what they all mean?" you teased him, hoping that he forgets about the kiss.

“I know all of your tricks Anon. Nice try," he says with a sultry tone.

He goes in for the kiss, but you turn your head into the couch so he can't reach any part of your face. Hopefully, he would be satisfied with just your neck or something.

“Hmmm," he hummed puzzledly as if he was trying to solve a Rubik's cube. “I know how to get what I want."

He starts kissing around your ears in a big sloppy fashion. Honestly, it makes you squirm as you were ticklish there, but he seems to know that. He goes for a killer move that makes you turn your head to giggle with laughter.

As soon as you do that he plants a big fat kiss right on your lips. Surprised by the sudden embrace, you unconsciously start to return the k*ss. You have been starved from any actual sexual, physical contact in a long time. That dream you had earlier reminded you of this fact harshly.

HUngry for more, you licked his lips, trying to gain passage to his mouth. HE hesitantly opens his mouth, allowing you access to the warm cave. Gleefully excited from his approval, you began to explore his mouth. Your smoother broad tongue found his smaller bumpy one. The two of you exchanged greetings like old friends meeting again after a long time.

Before you got any further than a couple of licks, he pulls away from the wet kiss with a smacking sound. He gets off of you before moving to pick up his bags.

You look at him questionably before asking. “What's wrong?"

“Just gotta go do something real quick. I'll be back later," he says with an absent-minded loon on his face.

“Oh alright." looking over to the window and seeing that it's practically night time you decide that it's best that you head to bed anyway. “I'm going to take a shower and hit the hay."

“Okay. I'll see you tomorrow," he says as he walks out the door.

Watching him leave, you start to worry that your previous actions might have scared him off. You probably confused the dream up with your hidden desires of him or something. That must be it. Maybe you are just gay, and you are pushing him uncomfortably in the wrong direction.

Sighing to yourself, you checked your raging hard on you gotten during that kiss. Man, your boxers are caked in precum. What the f*ck is wrong with you? Maybe a shower will help clear your mind or something.

Stripping down to your underwear, you make your way to shared bathroom. A pretty standard bathroom. It has a shower, a sink, and a toilet. Nothing else you needed. Pulling the shower curtain to the side, you turn the knobs to find the perfect temperature to shower in.

Tossing your underwear on the sink you hop in and do your business. Getting out you towel yourself off and climb into bed.

Today was kinda weird for you. You want you wanted, your own space. You even got your “best friend" as a roommate. Which was a cherry on top of your sundae? However, it feels like something was still wrong. Whatever.

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Why is it every time you wake up in the middle of the night you become bone dry thirsty? Is it some sort of unexplained phenomenon? Who knows but right now you think about that grape juice you have in the fridge.

Waking out of your room in your boxer shorts, you make your way to the fridge. However, as soon as you walk past Alex's bedroom, you see that the light is on.

Oh looks like he came back to the dorm. You wonder what he had to do so late at night. Heh. He probably had a date or something like that. You should go check up on him. Not because you were jealous or anything. You could get just as many girls as he did if you tried.

Approaching his door, you realized that is was open. Getting closer, you began to hear a wet squelching noise come from his room. Sounds like someone using a plunger or one of those suction cups things.

Peeking inside you see Alex standing at the desk the school provided free of charge. He seems to be thrust into something? Is he jerking off? That must be it. It's the only good reason to be standing in the middle of the night pushing into your desk.

Wait what is he thrusting into?

“Oh...Anon" you hear him mo(a)n. You nearly jump from him calling your name. Did he find out you were watching? fuck. You might as well nip it in the bud. The two of you used to blow loads together all the time. It's not weird now, right?

“Alright, you caught me," you say walking into the room.

Alex quickly spins around to face you. His face looked like you shot his grandma.

“Anon! What the fuck?!" he hisses at you.

“What? I don't mind you jerking off. We used to do it all the time together remember?" you comforted him as you walked up to the desk. Looking down, you see something odd.

It's the pair of dirty boxers you left on the sink when you took a shower and some sort of plastic toy. Picking up the toy, you noticed it was one of those pocket pussy things. An onahole right? However, ignoring the sticky wet liquid inside it was shaped differently.

“Woah...What is this? Why is it shaped like this?" you questioned the cream-colored cat with a raging boner.

“I-It's an onahole. It's used for masturbation."

“Yea I know that. But why is it shaped like an asshole?" you said while sticking your finger inside of the silicone f*ck sack.

“It's for people who like anal ok? Now give it back." he commanded.

“I am still playing with it" hiding it away from his grasp. “Damn dude this thing is soaked. Did you bust in here already?"

You can see a fierce blush rise up on his face. “fuck off."

“Why are my boxers in here anyway? Don't tell me...you've been using it to jerk off?" you say with a false sense of shock.

“No no, no. Of course not." he laughed nervously. His tail is flicking around wildly. Obvious tell that he is lying to you.

“I'm just yanking your chain homie," you say as you grab his ass. “But I do want to know if you have another one of these onahole things. If these things put you in the state, you were earlier then I want to try it."

“I have another you could try...but you have to follow my rules if you want to use it," he mutters.

“I am at your mercy," you say mockingly.