Opening an unlocked door

by DracumSum

Logs is a small human from a family of hyper-endowed muscle beasts. His new roommate is one of them. Logs should be used to it by now. So, why is he so damn hot for him?

Logs struggled to get his trunk and pack up yet another flight of stairs, and checked his phone as he looked down the long hallway. “Okay… I think it’s this floor…” he said to his dad, who was carrying the other two footlockers under his arms.

“You know, I can help you carry those,” Trunk said, easily carrying the burdens, 8-foot-tall form crouching slightly as he squeezed underneath the door frame. His long tail wagged back and forth slowly, still uncomfortable with his kid being on his own for the first time.

Logs was 5’5”, and looked up at his dad, a tad exasperated. “I got this! I know I’m not as strong as you,” Trunk laughed, and Logs had to chuckle in agreement. Most of the family tended towards hulking lupines, but about a third were lanky and furless hominids. Plus Uncle Gary, who was the winner of the Southeast Leather Beauty Pageant three years running. “But I can at least pull a trunk down the hallway.”

“Absolutely, I’ll go down any hallway you want,” Trunk said, mouth open and tongue hanging out. Logs groaned. “All right, all right. Hey, I just wanted to say that I’m proud of you. You worked so hard to get here,” he continued, as they walked, and wheeled, down to his new dorm room.

“Thanks dad, I’ll be sure to call whenever I can,” Logs promised, dropping his stuff at the door. The two hugged, and Trunk dropped off the footlockers.

“I think all that’s left is your chair?” Trunk asked, trying to remember if there was anything else in the car.

“Yeah, pretty sure,” Logs said, trying to get his breath back, eventually straightening up after Trunk had disappeared downstairs. Logs turned around, and opened the door into the unlit communal room. The blinds were closed, but he thought there was someone laying down on the oversized couch.

“Hi?” he called out, a moment later there was a heavy thud.

“Ow…” someone complained.

“Sorry!” Logs cringed. “You need a hand?”

“Technically yes, but you probably don’t want to do it,” a deep resonant voice said, slowly standing up, pulling a blanket around their waist. “Hi, I’m Gust. Guess I’m your new roommate?” they said, tall and bulky, from what Logs could see through the pulled blinds.

“Hi, I’m Logs,” Logs said. “Umm… so… I’m guessing I don’t want to turn on the lights right now?”

“Do you like griffin bodybuilders?”

“Never tried to be honest.”

“… Are you hitting on me?”

“Maybe a bit? I wanted to try to explore myself at college,” Logs said, brain completely blank and running on autopilot.

“… Is this like a secret camera porno or something?”

“Umm, no? And my dad’s coming back in a bit though with my chair… so…”

“I’m going to get dressed in that case…” The large figure darted off towards one of the bedrooms, and the slammed door echoed around the room.

Logs blinked for a few seconds, brain slowly rebooting, until he flicked on the lights and rubbed his eyes. It looked like a pretty average dorm room. Old couch, tiny kitchenette, table, space for a TV, wall of expensive workout equipment. That was a bit less common. Probably Gust’s. Logs’s bag was cutting into his shoulder. He decided to drop it off.

The bedroom was just that. A bedroom. Bedstead, mattress, wardrobe, closet. His trunks and backpack didn’t take up much space. Then he heard the familiar heavy footfalls of his dad, and the even more familiar squeaky wheel on his chair. “Hey dad, can you just bring it in here?” he called out, trying to arrange posters on his wall.

“Sure!” The door opened, and the chair was wheeled in. They hugged one last time, Logs reassured Trunk that he’d be fine and he’d call, and Logs was finally alone at college.

He looked around at his small amount of clothing, at the computer on the table, at the binder his mom had helped him build with the next day’s schedule, all his classes, and the list of after school activities he had been interested in. His new meal plan card sat prominent in the binder, and he grabbed it, feeling the last 6 hours catch up to him.

Outside, he heard someone grunting quietly, and decided to see his new roommate when he wasn’t wanking off on day —1 of school. He opened the door.

Gust was about 6’6”, with mostly brown feathering on his shoulders and head. His chest and abs were mostly humanoid, with large, feathered wings sprouting out the back. Logs could see they were nearly 20 feet long, stretching across most of the room, as they slowly lifted two weights, strengthening the flight muscles in his back. His legs were more lionlike, with large paws that were supporting his weight. His head was eagle-like, beaked, yellow eyes narrowed in effort, mouth open and panting. His chest was thick and strong, pecs extremely well defined, chest shelf jutting inches out from his cobblestone abs, nipples pointing down, as each striated vascular muscle stood out underneath his carefully groomed coat of down. He was wearing a thin pair of pants, which barely obscured a long, thick-

“You going to stare all day or you going to do something?” Gust asked, letting his wings slowly reach the ground, releasing the weight. He groaned and flapped his wings, slowly working blood out of the muscles.

“Umm… I was going to grab food? Erm… you have an issue with me staring? Or what would you want me to do?”

Gust looked at Logs and sighed. “Sorry. In order, okay, I recommend the steak. I don’t have an issue with you staring. Hell, it’s why I’ve put so much effort into how I look. And… I don’t know? Want to play Smash or something later? Go work out? That’s about all I really do. I’m just jumpy and stressed because I have a competition early tomorrow and I need to lose about half a pound in water weight. Plus I have a fucking awful headache. I’ll try to really meet you tomorrow.”

“Is that why you were wanking off?”

“Ummm, no… that was a stress response mostly…. I think?”

“Oh, I know my siblings can lose a lot of water doing that.”

“Why?”

“Erm… my dad gave them the sex talk?”

“And that hulking monster was your dad?” Gust asked, literally looking down at the beanpole.

“I… yeah?”

“And you don’t look like him because…?”

“Well, genetics?”

“Oh… erm… Well… he was impressive.”

“Thank… you?”

“Go grab some food, I’ll talk again when I’m not fixated on killing anyone involved with modern bodybuilding definition norms.”

Logs nodded, confused, and walked over to the dining facility. He did enjoy the steak, and the pasta, and the salad, and the dessert bar. His stomach hurting a bit, he walked back to his dorm, got lost on the wrong floor, found the right floor, panicked when he thought he forgot his keys, found them, opened the door, and was unaccountably sad to find it dark without a hunky griffin working out in the shadows. Instead, there was just the sound of slight snoring from the other room. Logs reverted to high-school mode and carefully went through his nightly checklist of things to do before school. He carefully laid out his clothes, his books, his new laptop, sent a text message to his parents, and plugged it into charge. 20 minutes later, his teeth were brushed, his retainer was in, his fluffy pajamas were on, and he was sad to realize that he had forgotten his slippers.

He checked his schedule one last time, and set his alarm, then got into bed, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, smelling the unfamiliar scent of dormitory paint and recently turned on AC systems, hearing the gentle snoring of his roommate, suddenly missing the late night noises of home. He bit his lip, as he suddenly realized how isolated and alone he was. Well… not that alone… Gust was two doors away. And… well, sure the guy had been a bit of a dick but… Logs’s hand slipped into his flannel pants, wrapping around his palm-length dick. He slowly started rubbing himself.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t spent time around muscular men before. He’d been on the cross country team, and the throwing team practiced right next to them. And there were enough equines in the locker room that he knew when someone was hiding something nice. Gust was definitely packing something impressive. And had the sheer mass that was- just perfect.

Logs slowly sank into his fantasies, focusing on his new roommate. It wasn’t too hard, he’d always liked the smell of the gym when he tried working out, and Gust certainly left a distinctive scent around his workout equipment. The right mix of spice and potency. Logs imagined himself slowly approaching Gust, Gust lowering his equipment, raising his arms, stretching, showing off his well-defined lats and chest, as Logs slowly sank into his musk. Then he started pulling back the bodybuilder’s shorts, completely drown-

Logs covered his mouth, wishing he’d grabbed a sock or something, pulled off his shirt, wiped everything down, then rolled over, relaxing into sleep.

Logs woke up the next morning and sighed as he looked at his alarm clock. He’d spent the summer volunteering at the cross-country training camp for two-a-day workouts, which meant waking up way too early and going for a run. He had hours left before his first class, and that same amount of time before the dining hall opened. Sighing, he got out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt. He really hadn’t expected to keep up running, wasn’t nearly fast enough to make it on the team here, but it wasn’t like his body was letting him get back to sleep apparently. He grabbed a water bottle, filled it from the kitchenette, and his jaw fell open as Gust walked out, rubbing his eye and yawning.

“Oh, fuck, sorry, didn’t think you’d be up yet,” the griffin said, trying to cover himself with his arm. It mostly worked, but Logs was fixated on the dangling pointed head that Gust’s hand just missed. “I… don’t really like clothes. They’re too confining. And thought I had at least two hours before you’d be awake.”

Logs shook his head and managed a strangled “No problem. That’s how most of my family felt at home. I’m used to it.” That last sentence wasn’t quite a lie. He thought he was used to seeing sheaths and rows of teats. What he was seeing here definitely didn’t compare. The shorts hadn’t lied in the slightest. If anything, it was probably tighter and made things look smaller than he’d anticipated.

Gust looked a bit uncertain, then pulled his arm away, before heading over to his workout equipment. “Erm… thanks. I just need to try to go for a bit of a pump on my wing muscles. Too heavy to really fly now, so I tend to neglect them compared to the rest of my body. I’ll be meeting with a trainer for some last-minute stuff in about an hour. What are you up to?”

“Oh, I spent the summer helping out with cross-country training, so I’m used to waking up now for runs. Guess I’ll go do an easy five miler then get ready for school. Erm… honestly, I probably have time to do a 10 miler. You know any good running routes?”

Gust laughed. “I can’t remember the last time I ran more than 40 meters. I think there’s a path if you go over to the lake. It’s about half a mile straight down the main road.”

Logs nodded and darted out the front door, carrying a water bottle with him.

Gust looked at Logs’s pants as he dashed out, and laughed to himself. “Well, this is going to be an interesting semester.” His dick extended a few inches, nearly brushing his knees, as he squatted and started slowly flapping, muscles starting to burn as the weights kicked in.

Logs had gotten a tad lost. He was still on the trail but it just kept going, and he was having a great time just following for mile after mile. The sun was creeping over the horizon, the sky was filled with red, birds were chirping, every so often he ran into another student, the weather wasn’t too hot, it wasn’t too cold, humidity was low, and there was plenty of water stops on the route. It was… honestly, one of the best runs he’d ever had. He just felt like he could keep going, relaxed, mind pleasantly blank, as the woods opened onto a picturesque view of the school. He kept jogging until he reached the common green, then started walking, drenched in sweat, arms above his head as his lungs burned pleasantly.

He started walking, then glanced at his phone and jumped. He knew how long it took him to comfortably recover, take a shower, eat, and get on the road. That time was 20 minutes ago. He started jogging again, pretty sure that he knew where his dorm was. He hoped.

Gust was pissed off to no end. He’d spent the last two weeks starving himself, barely drinking water for the last two days, gotten multiple checks, and was a pound out of his expected weight class. It wasn’t even worth him trying to compete at that point. He was over 30 pounds lighter than the monsters that he’d been dealing with. His coach sighed and tried to reset his head, but he’d been called out almost immediately in the preliminary rounds.

It wasn’t like he expected to win, his build was a bit too practical for the current expectations of the sport, but… fuck, it sucked getting dropped before even seeing a proper judge.

He tramped back to the dorm room, guzzling water, anger warring with delight at finally being able to eat properly, a stack of bagels with eggs, bacon, and hash browns dancing in his mind’s eye. He rounded the corner and saw Logs desperately trying to open the door.

“Bad morning?” Gust asked.

Logs shook his head. “Nah, best run in ages. But forgot my keys.” He was sweaty, flushed, and his clothes were plastered to his slight but defined chest. Gust blinked. He really had thought his roommate had just been a standard nerd. Sure, running wasn’t a real sport, but hell, people said that about bodybuilding.

“Don’t worry, have mine here,” he said, and unlocked the door. He looked at the clock and yelped, rushing towards the shower. Logs got there first. They looked at the door handle, and each other.

“I don’t have time—” they both said at the same moment.

“Erm… you want to use it together? I could use someone to get my back. Shoulder muscles are a bit overpumped right now,” Gust said.

“… This is some kinky shit.”

“Nah, it’s just efficient.” Gust looked at Logs’s disbelieving face. “Okay, there’s some kinky shit here, but I really need a shower, and you’re cute. You want to take a bath together?”

“Only if you treat me to a meal afterward.”

“Sounds good, I can’t wait to devour the entire buffet at the dining hall.”

“… That is weirdly appropriate and sounds weirdly good,” Logs said, opening the door. There was the thump of clothing hitting the floor behind Logs, and his face suddenly felt much much hotter, as a massive muscular hunk stood naked behind him. He stripped out of his top, then his bottom, and he couldn’t hear anything behind him, not even breathing.

“All right… you need some help reaching your back? It’s always been a problem for me,” Gust said, his voice a tad strangled.

“I… would appreciate it… You need the same?”

“Oh, fuck yes,” he breathed out.

Logs’s eyes were firmly fixed forward, and he felt sweat beading underneath his arms and on his back. He pulled back the curtain on the large shower and started it up. He turned around. “I just realized that I—” He stopped, staring at the huge throbbing veiny shaft in front of him.

Gust blushed, somehow finding the blood to show through feathers. The ear feathers shifting to cover his earholes were probably a better indication. “Umm… You’re cute?”

“Come on, I’m a beanpole. I don’t have any arms or chest,” Logs protested, twisting and looking over his sweaty body.

Gust groaned and tried not to touch himself.

Logs finally managed to think, staring at the eager beast in front of him. It was longer than his forearm, thicker than his fist, entirely unreasonable, bright pink, pulsing with thick veins, thickly knotted, and smelt like pure masculinity, making his head swim.

“I… erm… I’m sorry…?” the bodybuilder said, trying to figure out what to do. After five seconds, he tried to hide himself. It didn’t work. His shaft showed on both sides of his arm, and his baseball sized balls were as obvious as… well, a pair of baseballs.

Logs shook his head, and blushed. “… Look, let’s… get to know each other later tonight. I really need to get to class,” he said, mouth watering at the salty scent.

“Of course I end up with the responsible one,” Gust groaned, but nodded. The two got into the warm shower, and Gust allowed his wings to droop, groaning as the tight hold relaxed, and he let them gently flutter.

Logs started soaping himself up, and Gust hesitantly touched his back. The human went rigid, then relaxed, nodding. “Yeah, thanks. Please.” Gust slowly ran his talons up Logs’s back, feeling his warm toned flesh. They realized that they probably should be using soap, and hurriedly added bodywash, before starting to scrub Logs.

Logs, for his part was trying to ignore the hunk behind him, though he definitely shivered with every stroke.

“Erm… can you get between my wings? They’re really hard for me to reach…” Gust asked, after a few minutes of absolute bliss.

Logs started and nodded, turning around to see the bulky form, squeezing behind him. He started scrubbing, carefully paying attention to the wing base, though he slowly expanded, feeling the wide lats, the hard traps… it was an education, years of health class suddenly shoved in front of his open and interested mind. He kept scrubbing, marveling at the huge muscles, at Gust slowly moving, allowing him to feel the sheer power.

They heard nothing other than the gentle shower of water, both focusing on the pounding in their ears, until someone’s alarm went off, startling them out of their sexually charged shower.

“… Did we really just have a shower together?” Logs asked after a moment, staring up and up and up.

“Yeah… erm… you… let’s figure out what else to do after classes.” The alarm went off again, and they got out of the shower, hurriedly applying deodorant and cologne.

Logs sniffed. “Is… that just you?”

Gust blinked looking down at the FLOCKLEADER spray he was using. “No… it’s supposed to be a dominant griffin…”

“It smelt like you except… more chemically? Just… fuck, you smell so much better…” Logs said, curling into Gust. Gust’s dick hardened, gaining most of a soda can in a few moments, as he tried not to drip on Logs in the close quarters.

“I… can you please stop making me want to fuck you for the rest of the day? You’re really hot, but… fuck…”

“You think I’m hot?”

“Of course! You’re thin, and cute, and willing to try new things, and…” Gust stammered, then slowly stopped talking, mouth open.

Logs stood on tip-toe and looked into Gust’s eyes. “Mind if I kiss you? Because that felt amazing.”

“… Yeah… I’d like that.”

They kissed. The world didn’t pause, it didn’t shift beneath them, all that happened was that their heads filled with their scents as their dicks rubbed aggressively against each other, coating the two of them in pre. Then the alarm insisted that they hurry up. They laughed and broke apart just enough to talk.

“We really don’t have time to take another shower,” Gust warned.

“Fuck it, I like being coated in your scent.”

Gust held Logs for a moment. “… So… are we dating?”

“Fuck if I know, this is the first time I’ve tried something like this.”

“You too?”

“Really? I would have thought the ladies would have been all over you.”

Gust laughed. “Oh no. I’m such an anti-social dweeb. Don’t let the muscles fool you. Come on, let’s grab breakfast and get to class.” He crouched down over Logs a bit. “But first...” He pulled Logs’s head into his armpit, covering him in his scent. Then kissed him on his cheek and walked out of the bathroom, his lion tail twitching.

Logs stood there, mouth open, nose flaring as his head filled with his roommate’s scent. He shook his head and darted for his clothes, trying to ignore his persistent erection as he hurried after the much larger Gust.

They were barely late for class, protein shakes clutched in her hands, as they took their seats in the back of the room. Gust was wearing a tanktop, sweats, and a hoodie with large slits cut out for his wings. Logs was wearing a polo shirt and khakis. The teacher was talking about the syllabus, as Logs sighed. He’d already gone through it and added it to his calendar, highlighting the important bits. Gust was still a tad overwhelmed from the failed competition earlier that morning, and wasn’t exactly in the right mindset to take in information. His eyes were wide as the squiggles on the board stayed as squiggles. Logs slid over his highlighted syllabus pointing out what the teacher was failing to actually elaborate on.

As Gust slowly relaxed, his wings spread to their natural position, just far enough out to pull Logs into a warm tent of feathers. Logs didn’t even notice, his focus was on the board and his papers, and on the smell that was somehow getting stronger after they’d ran over here and he was sweating, and he could feel his erection still not going away, and… He groaned in annoyance when he heard a crack and his pencil snapped under his white knuckle grip. He darted for his bag to pull out a new pencil when he saw Gust’s nearly knee length bulge, a small wet spot forming at the tip. Logs’s nose twitched, as the same scent he’d noticed in the shower came back in full force, and it was all he could do not to reach out and touch it.

The professor cleared his throat at the front of the room and Logs jumped, banging his head into the underside of the table. “Erm, sorry! I just had something in my throat,” the professor called out to general laughs, as Logs sat down, red faced, absolutely aware of everything around him. Gust’s wing curled around him, protectively, getting a few more sniggers.

The rest of the class was fairly straightforward, more admin, as Logs and Gust sat in their own warm bubble. They were both entirely unsure what the other person wanted, and what they felt comfortable doing in the first day of class. It still took them until the very end to realize how affectionate the wing probably looked, and Gust forced his wings back into their normal position, blushing hard. When the class was finally over, they both sat there until the room cleared.

“So, what’s your next class?” Logs asked.

“Chemistry,” Gust replied, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“Same… erm… you can go first. I just need to put my bag together.”

“You can go first, I need to stretch my wings.”

“Are… we both just… trying to hide boners?”

“… You too?”

“Dude, you’re hot.”

“You’re the cutest twink I’ve ever seen. Your ass is to die for. How much do you run?”

“Like 5 miles a day, usually? I was on the cross-country team.”

“… That is really really hot.”

“We both get up at the same time, adjust, and walk to chemistry together?” Logs asked as a compromise.

Gust nodded, beak held tightly together. He stood up and his eager monster tried to rip its way out of his pants. He looked around, and had to pull it out, then zip it up inside his hoodie. Logs’s was relatively easy in comparison, though Gust chuckled when he was finished.

“You’re sticking out,” he said. Logs looked down and his entire head was showing, his tucked in shirt betraying him. He hurried to force it to the side until it pressed underneath his belt. Obvious, but not as obvious as the limb hidden behind Gust’s tank top.

They headed out towards the chemistry department, hyperaware of how much of a couple they looked.

The rest of the day wasn’t… too awful. Just admin stuff mostly. It turned out that most of the freshman class had the same first semester to get stuff out of the way, so they’d be together for most of the day, until afternoon classes let out. Then Gust would go work out and Logs would… presumably find a club, or go back to the room, or whatever.

“Hey, Logs, you want to go work out with me?” Gust asked, his dick mostly soft for once.

Logs thought for a moment. “Is that your way of saying ‘I need a workout partner for the afternoons’ or ‘I want to keep spending time with you’?”

Gust’s dick had been getting a workout and it needed to deal with another swell. “… Both. I… fuck, thanks for all the help you’ve given me, I just haven’t been in the right mindset to actually pay attention. And I’m really only good at lifting, so… I was wondering if you’d let me repay you a bit?”

“I’d… yeah, I’d be down for that,” Logs said, and the two went back to the dorm to change.

“So… do you have any goals?” Gust asked. “Working out I mean.”

“Staying in shape? I didn’t get onto the track or cross country team here… so I really am just doing it for the routine. I guess getting bigger would be nice.”

“How much bigger?”

Logs shrugged. “It would be nice to have some arms. And abs,” he said after a moment. “All I really have are legs.”

“They’re pretty good legs though,” Gust said, looking at the well defined calves, visible through Log’s pants. Logs blushed.

“Thanks…” he said, a tad shyly.

“You have any experience lifting?”

“Some leg stuff for cross country?”

“All right, we’ll do an introductory workout and go from there.” Gust seemed more confident now that he was in his element, his wings spreading out a bit more.

They changed, Gust introduced Logs to preworkout, and the newly jittery human was led on a loop of the gym. He was given an introduction to the machines, how to use the bars, courtesies of using the gym, then given a light workout to attempt.

It was… weird not knowing his limits. He’d been so used to running that he knew what a good workout was. Here, he was completely out of his depth, and the exercise shifted from easy to undoable within a few repetitions. He limited himself down after getting an affectionate bap by Gust’s wing for breaking form to squeeze in another rep or two.

He marveled at the huge griffin and the sheer number of plates that he needed for his workouts, clearly aimed entirely at building more mass. “Normally, I’d go lighter after a competition, but this morning didn’t count,” Gust said, as he grunted and lifted a hex bar loaded with plates. He may have also wanted to show off to his new friend. It felt a tad off telling him to limit himself, while overloading his own workout just to… you know, impress someone who probably couldn’t tell the difference.

It still felt really good to have Logs stare at him like that, totally impressed.

The two started stretching after the workout, rolling out sore muscles, as they chatted. “So… you want to hit up the showers?” Gust asked.

“Is that ‘I want to fuck you in the sauna’ or actually ‘you want to hit the showers’?” Logs asked, pretty quickly getting a feel for his roommate’s strategy for conflict avoidance.

“… Not the sauna, that’s kinky as fuck but you can pass out if you do physical activity in there.” he caught Logs’s expression, and sighed. “Umm… I don’t think you’d want to try to take this stupid thing. But I’d like to take a shower with you and if there’s a bit more touching than this morning, I would really appreciate it.”

“Anything off limits?”

“… Don’t fist me without stretching me first.”

“Is that a problem?”

“One time, yes. I was at summer camp and someone had only really experienced sex through porn… rough first time. Needed to go to the medic. He did his best not to laugh. You?”

“Oh god.” Logs did his best as well. “Umm… I don’t think anything you have would fit inside of me. And your claws are slightly terrifying.” The two of them got up and headed to the showers. Gust hyperaware of how much bigger he was than Logs in all directions, Logs excited as fuck to worship that meat hammer.

The showers were clearly designed with the needs of a student body where a not insignificant number of them were pheromone signalers and whose evolutionary sexual path included the phrase “flood out competitors’ semen” as a breeding strategy. Tribal and pack dynamics were another clear thing to be aware of, given the proclivity towards orgies over monogamous relationships. The gorillas were sad, the equines were delighted, as the large shower room had dispensers for free condoms, lube stations on the walls, and deep, wide, and regularly serviced drains.

It was relatively calm when the two freshmen walked in, though their eyes went wide in surprise as the slow and relaxed tempo of people ready to go all night. They were naked, the slight human completely juxtaposed by the shredded griffin, though both of them were hard and sweaty.

“I don’t think I fully got your back this morning…” Logs said, looking over his shoulder.

Gust coughed, and nodded, wings flaring and nearly hitting the shower posts. Logs laughed a bit. “Is there a reason why you do that?”

Gust blushed and tried to pull his wings back in. They didn’t really want to move. “Erm… griffin mating reflex… it makes us look bigger and more capable to our… you know…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his head, and looking at the ceiling.

“I know what?” Logs asked, stepping closer, taking the invitation from before to gently touch Gust’s forearm-thick salami. Gust hissed at the sensation and his wings strained to look bigger.

“Mates, lovers, one-night stands… you know… people we’re into…” Gust trailed off again as he finally managed to look back down and saw Logs looking up at him in admiration. He squeaked, and felt his balls clench. He tried his hardest to hold back, tendons standing out in his neck, his tail standing straight out, as Logs slowly kept rubbing, not knowing what he’d unleashed. “Fuck!”

Logs’s head was filled with Gust’s scent, his mouth open and able to practically taste the potent musk, so he wasn’t entirely aware of what was going on, just that he wanted more. The first spray arced over his head. The second, as he pulled back a bit in surprise, landed squarely on his face and chest. By the third the very embarrassed griffon tried to redirect it somewhere else but Logs wasn’t letting go, and it ended up showering over the two of them.

Orgasm ruined, Gust’s wings flopped, and Logs blinked through his glaze, already starting to turn tacky in the hot water.

“… All right, let’s get your back, while we wait for you to recharge,” Logs said, after trying and failing to get the goo off.

“Huh? You’re… still up for this? You’re not annoyed about…” He waved vaguely towards Logs.

“I mean, I sort of thought this would happen. Not like I can fit that in my mouth. Or up my ass. It was going somewhere and bukake is… somewhere.” Logs chuckled to himself. “Come on, you’re still gross, and we can have fun later.”

Gust blinked, surprised. “Umm… Thanks… I… I—” He tried not to tear up, stress and fear flowing out of him. “Umm… sorry, I’ve been made fun of for… being on a hair trigger.” He gestured vaguely towards the actual wash stuff he’d grabbed.

Logs looked through it until he found a feather and fur body wash and a cloth, and started scrubbing. Gust looked like he was actually relaxing, as his wings gently pulled in, drooping a bit. He started leaning into the scrubbing, eyes closed, breathing slowing. The hard muscles under Logs’s hands barely shifted, defined and capable even when relaxed. Still, he could feel Gust’s tension, thick knots easy to feel under his skin. “You have a serious knot,” Logs said, and Gust’s eyes flew open, his thick knotted dick twitching. “In your back. You’re carrying a lot of stress. Mind if I try to walk it out when we get back to the dorm?”

“Oh.”

“But that knot is really hefty too. I think it’s bigger than my fists.”

Gust groaned, trying not to laugh. They were already getting amused glances and smiles from the people in the orgy. “You’re too kind.”

“I don’t know if that’s kind. If you want me to try to take it, you’re going to need to spend a fortune on plugs.” That led to a burst of laughter around the room.

Gust tucked his head beneath his wing, embarrassed, proud, and aroused in equal measure.

“Sorry, you all right? I’m just prattling. I get this way when I’m stressed out, just start talking about whatever comes to mind.”

“You’re stressed? You didn’t just cum in front of an entire room.”

“Yeah, I’m stressed, my super-hot, hunky, hung roommate just sprayed me with cum in front of an entire room and I don’t know how to respond to that. Am I supposed to feel complimented? Turned off? I sort of liked it, but… it wasn’t what I expected. Or is it just something that sort of happened and I go with it? I’m trying to go with it, but… fuck, this is confusing.”

“Y’all need to go sit down together and talk some shit out.” A large mare in the pile said. “Just because you can lose your virginity to each other doesn’t mean you’re both in the right mind space for it. And I mean emotional virginity. I don’t give a shit about how many one-night stands y’all had. You both clearly like each other and are worried about disappointing each other. Sit down and talk. Watch a movie together. I recommend doing it naked and just getting used to being together.”

Gust and Logs both blushed furiously, and nodded, a tad intimidated. They changed from sexy washing to just washing, trying to get clear of the kind judgment field.

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