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.

The two ended up at the dining hall, going heavy on the protein. They found a table that seemed mostly private, and they sat there, blushing and not looking at each other. “Thanks for working out with me!” Logs blurted out. Gust had just taken a bite of a burger and nearly choked.

It took him a minutes, and a large drink of water to recover. Logs wasn’t remotely sure what to do. He eventually tried patting Gust on the back, which just left him even more embarrassed at the solid back and flight muscles, which intrusively featured in his thoughts as the griffin coughed in front of him.

“Umm… sorry.”

“No problem, was just… surprised. I liked working out with you. And afterwards… well… Umm… do you drink?” Gust asked.

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“Well—”

“I’d like that.”

“Oh… Oh!” Gust said, his wings flaring again.

“Do you know anywhere around here?”

“There’s a gamer bar that I’ve gone to… they have pinball...”

“Wow, you really are a nerd.”

‘Is… that…” Gust’s winds were drooping.

“I’m ready to go whenever you are!” Logs said. “Can never turn down a nice IPA.”

Gust nodded and started shoveling food into his beak. Logs followed suit, just at roughly a tenth scale of caloric intake.

The bar was fairly quiet, spaced out, mostly people drinking while playing board games. Gust and Logs walked in, and Gust grabbed them both a drink. He was doing something big and coffee colored, and he gave Logs the house IPA.

Logs looked at it, a tad confused, then drank it, making a face.

“Something wrong?”

“… Is this what IPAs taste like?”

“Is that your first beer?”

“… Maybe.”

“Did you… just say IPA because it’s in ads?”

“Maybe...” Logs was blushing hard.

“All right, let’s get you something a bit sweeter, with ice,” Gust said. “You want it now?”

“Umm… sure?”

Gust returned with something dark and bubbly, with ice. Logs tried it. “Huh… this… this is pretty nice. Sweet, no real bite. What is it?”

“Long Island ice tea.”

“Huh, I like it.” He took another sip, and followed Gust towards the side of the bar. A thick door opened into a much louder room of TVs, arcade cabinets, and people aggressively trying to win. Logs blinked, took another sip, and followed Gust in, who was eagerly chatting with a few people about a new pinball cabinet. Logs smiled and shook hands, a tad overwhelmed by the people around him, not quite sure what was happening.

He took another sip as Gust dragged him over to a cabinet and started explaining how to play, starting in the middle of what should happen and aggressively jumping everywhere except for what you do with the side buttons. He finished his drink around the same time the first game ended, and got a second one when Gust moved over to his self-proclaimed favorite pinball game. Logs lost track of time as they kept going, slowly sipping his drink as they worked their way through the tables.

It was pretty similar for the rest of the night, and became relaxingly familiar. Gust walked up to a new table, Logs watched him, wide-eyed as the numbers on the scoreboard went up and the pretty lights went off, occasionally failing to do the same, but enjoying Gust’s encouragement. His face felt weird, like… he was behind his face, and he felt slightly dizzy. He leaned against the games cabinet, feeling relaxed, happy, and giddy. Sure, he wasn’t totally sure what was going on, but he felt safe and warm, and happy. Gust helped him over to a comfortable bean bag, and carefully gave him some water to drink, along with fries and wings. They tasted really good, and Gust was looking really nice….

Logs asked for another drink and pouted when Gust said no. Gust kept talking with the bartenders, looking a tad frantic, but Logs happily waved at him.

“Hey Logs, do you have your phone? Can you unlock it? I just want to call your parents..,” Gust said, looking a bit worried.

“Why? What’s up?” Logs asked, really enjoying just laying back and taking in the world. He giggled a bit.

“Umm, you’re probably borderline blackout drunk, and I want to make sure that there’s someone you trust to take care of you.”

“I trust you to take care of me.”

“And I want to keep it that way. So you mind if I call your parents?”

“Umm… sure?”

Logs unlocked his phone after a few tries and lay back. The world was spinning a bit and he suddenly felt tired.

He heard Gust chatting with someone quietly and closed his eyes for a short nap.

The next thing he could remember was some furry arms lifting him up, the feeling of someone growling, and a car starting. He remembered drinking something sweet and salty. And not much else.

Logs woke up looking at a familiar ceiling, feeling off. His stomach felt queasy, his head felt tight, and he still felt like he was looking at the world from a few inches behind his face. He got up, the bed creaking like always, and his mom opened the door. She gave him a cold bottle of diluted sports drink and a knowing look. “Drink up. How are you feeling?”

“Umm… off?”

“Sounds about right. Well, we’ll make you breakfast, and get you to class before the bell rings.”

“There’s not a bell,” Logs weakly protested.

“Heh, I’d make a joke about your head ringing, but you drank a good amount of water last night.”

Logs nodded and suddenly realized that his bladder was complaining loudly. His mom closed the door, and his stomach twinged at the smell of cooking food. He walked to the bathroom, and felt better afterwards. He didn’t vomit, but his stomach felt better as he left the room, and went to get changed. He headed downstairs where his mom gave him a bagel with eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns. He ate it as his dad drank coffee, looking tired.

“Umm… what happened last night?”

“Well, your new boyfriend asked for help, and we tried to help you avoid a hangover. How much do you remember?”

“We were playing games, and then I felt really tired? It was fun, but I was dizzy and I felt displaced.”

“Do you remember what you were drinking?”

“Long Island ice teas? They were nice.”

“Do you remember how many?”

“… No? I think I was having one every few games though.”

“You’re really going to need to learn your limits on alcohol. Also how powerful mixed drinks can be.” Trunk laughed a bit to himself, sounding more relieved than angry.

“You’re… not mad?”

“Honestly, a bit? Mostly at myself for not helping you learn you limits in a safe space. I didn’t exactly expect you to go all out though. Guess I’m a bit too used to beer in a sense. It’s harder to go as far with it. Not impossible though.”

“How about needing to drive me to school?”

“Nah, it happens. You’re able to be driven to school. Your roommate is a good guy. Recognized when he was in over his head, and was willing to call for help. Without just leaving you in a cold shower on your side.”

“Did that happen to you?”

Trunk grimaced. “Yep. Bunch of drunk people in a room don’t usually make good decisions. Woke up covered in vomit. Not the best time of my life. And not even my own vomit.”

“Gross… How often does that happen? Like… every time you drink?”

“Nah, I don’t even feel alcohol anymore. Liver’s a tad overbuilt. I can even eat chocolate.” Trunk’s muzzle lolled open in a lupine grin.

“Huh?”

“Oh, you didn’t know?”

“About what?”

“Oh, some of our family are affected by delayed hyperism. There are a few common triggers. Stress, exercise, love. Stuff like that.”

“Hm. How was yours triggered?”

Trunk blushed. “Now… when I say love...”

“You mean sex?”

“Yeah, I may have met a senior who loved the idea of a twink as her plaything.”

Logs looked Trunk up and down. “Twink?”

“I weighed like 60 back then. I was a reed.”

“How did that go?”

“Honestly pretty well. We adapted to the changes and had a pretty good relationship afterwards. It’s about the mindset, not about how someone looks. We did need to upgrade the ropes though.”

“Oh god….” Logs groaned rubbing his temples.

“Headache?”

“Yes. From the thought of you being suspended.”

“Ha! Nah, we’d need a forklift for that. She did enjoy using me as living furniture though. Needed to buy a standing desk for it to work.”

“So, I somehow doubt that mom’s into that. Guess it was less love and more lust?”

“Eh… they blend. Lust is what gets the relationship off the ground. Love is when you discover that you both share the right mix of weird interests that you can glide and explore together. That relationship didn’t work out long-term, but it was a fun rocket while it lasted. We still stay in contact.”

“That’s… weirdly sweet? For a discussion about how you got tied up and used as a chair.”

“Wait until you hear the whole story about how I met your mom and we realized that we were in love rather than just a fling.”

“… Now I’m trying to replay my life and figure out what kinky crap you’re going to scar me with.”

“Oh, don’t worry, with this much fur, it’s really hard for anything to scar. Makes it a bitch to find whips heavy duty enough to really feel though.”

“Damnit.” Logs groaned as his dad’s laughter filled the car.

Eventually, the car pulled into the parking lot and Logs and Trunk noticed a large figure with anxiously flaring wings. “Looks like your boyfriend is worried about you,” Trunk said kindly.

“Did you call ahead?” Logs asked, anxious about how long Gust had been standing there.

“Yep. Told him we were about an hour and a half away.”

“Oh… I… huh, I probably should have done that. Shouldn’t I?’

“Don’t worry, you were still sort of drunk and definitely out of it. Make sure you take some pain relievers if you get a headache. Need some help getting to your room?”

“Nah…. I think I need to grab… erm… brunch with my boyfriend.” Logs tripped over the last word, finding it hard to wrap his head around the idea that yeah, that was what they were. Probably. If Gust wasn’t stressed out or angry about last night. Would angry be the right description? That made it seem like it was Logs’s fault. Ashamed? He found it hard to imagine someone as built and capable as Gust feeling shame.

Logs took a few deep breaths, letting his racing thoughts spin themselves into knots before getting out of the car. He walked over to Gust, smiling a bit as the anxious fluttering turned into a hard-wing boner. Gust looked at his wings and rubbed his temples, as people around laughed.

“Hey,” Logs said, walking over.

“Hey,” Gust replied.

“So…”

“Umm….”

They both waited for the other person to begin.

“Okay… I’m not great at this so I’m just going to put this out there. I’m hungry, want to go grab food before—” Logs began, then glanced at his watch. Class had started 30 minutes ago. “—instead of class?”

Gust’s wings jumped and he smiled. “I’d really like that.”

***

They sat together in the dining hall again, eating and fidgeting, not really sure where to begin. “How are you feeling?” Gust finally managed.

“Decently enough. Parents got enough water in me that I’m not feeling awful,” Logs replied.

“Good to hear…” The conversation trailed off again. A few minutes later, Logs looked up at Gust, a ghost of a smile playing around his lips. He pulled his foot out of his sock and brushed it against Gust’s leg.

His wings flared and he tried to pull back. “Sorry!”

“I’m trying to show that I still want to play with you, and that I don’t blame you for anything from last night. It was my fault, and you’re still damn sexy.”

Gust’s beak fell open, eyes wide, then he scooted closer, leaning forward on the table, a smile slowly stretching across his beak. Logs’s foot slowly ran up Gust’s thick calf, playing with his built thighs, and gradually settling on the barely restrained bulge. “So… since we’re already missing class… I think we have a few hours to experiment back in the room.”

Gust chirped, unable to respond, his head a bit overwhelmed by his suddenly forward roommate.

“So… what are you into? Any fantasies I could fulfill?” Logs asked after a few seconds.

“Umm…” Gust blinked his way back to reality. “I… don’t really know. Casual nudity? I just like the idea of… you know, everything being out there…”

“So… you’d like us to try that? No clothes inside the room?”

“That… feels a bit… fast? Maybe… like we could work up to it?”

“You said you play Smash? Strip tournament? Take off clothes for every loss and keep them off?” Logs offered.

“God, that’s so stupid and nerdy. Sure. Let’s do it. It’ll be fun.” His wings were practically fully extended, and someone coughed, trying to get by. “Sorry!” He forced them back to their normal position.

The two were back at the room, lounging on the couch. Well, trying to. There was a knot of tension between them, as they looked anywhere else. Logs took a deep breath and started setting up the game, making sure to bend over at the waist, and show off his fairly well-built ass.

He looked back, smiling as he saw Gust’s wings flared out again.

The familiar sound of the game echoed around the room as he passed a controller over, and he pulled off his jacket, throwing it over the back of the couch.

Gust’s jeans were straining, even more than usual around his sculpted legs. He was taking deep breaths, as he tried not to freak out.

The first fight began, and he blinked as he was blasted off screen in the first 30 seconds following a lengthy combo. “What?!”

“You didn’t know? Jiggilypuff has a nearly KO move.”

“I knew that, I just didn’t expect… fuck you. You’re going down.” Gust leaned forward, starting to concentrate on the game as Logs reclined, legs going across Gust’s lap.

“Come on, give me a challenge.” Logs theatrically yawned. Then jumped when both players went offscreen. “… interesting choice when you’re already one behind.”

“Needed to change the momentum,” Gust laughed, and the fight began again. A few moments later, Gust overcommitted and was edge-guarded into a loss.

“Fuck! Guess there goes my shoe,” he said tugging one off.

“Don’t worry, the other will follow soon,” Logs smirked.

They both switched characters and tried again.

This time, Logs sighed and threw his shirt across the room, showing off the surprisingly defined abs on his thin frame.

“They’re my only muscle group,” he complained to Gust.

“Nah, your thighs and calves are pretty good,” he disagreed, his eyes roaming over his roommate.

“Aww, thanks. Not going to stop me from beating you,” Logs said.

“Hey, if I’m going to be distracted, I might as well make this easier on me,” Gust said, as he dropped Logs offscreen again.

“You really enjoy that, don’t you?”

“It hurries everything along, and I’m…” He began, trying to recover. “Sometimes able to survive,” he finished, barely managing to reach a moving platform.

“Nice get,” Logs said, trying to jump around to the platform as Gust started edge guarding.

They were both playing very aggressively, competition and stripping the other person contributing to a reckless fight and dumb moves to lose lives quickly. Shoes, followed by socks, flew across the room, as did Gust’s shirt. They were topless, Log’s legs across Gust’s lap, both of their pants straining, when they decided to start doing a cooperative match. One life lost meant clothes lost.

Logs grabbed Gust and pulled him offscreen. “You asshole,” Gust complained, as he eagerly unbuttoned his pants, revealing a straining jockstrap already wet with pre. Logs craned his neck to see through the gap, eyes going wide at the glimpse of thick, veiny, dark shaft. Logs’s underpants were clearly outlining his straining erection, but he was mostly covered.

“One more life, then we’re probably going to be too distracted?” Gust said, eyes glued to Logs.

“You think this will stop us? Come on, let’s get dumber.”

“What were you thinking?”

“I’ll show you next death.”

Gust grabbed Logs and jumped offscreen.

“… that was a tad quicker than I had expected,” he said, pulling off his underpants, his modest 5 incher springing free.

Gust’s nostrils flared, and his shaft surged another few inches. He pulled off his jockstrap, letting his semi-hard shaft dangle across his thigh, still partially hidden within his sheath. His hefty double-fist-sized balls sagged against the couch as he looked at Logs.

“All right, let’s see how far we can make it… while I’m sitting on top of you,” Logs said. He rolled over and spread his legs around Gust’s sheath, heels resting on the griffon’s shins. His back rested against Gust’s washboard abs, and his head nestled comfortably into the space between his pecs.

Gust’s cock visibly surged, throbbing as Logs spooned. “How’s that feel?” Logs asked, settling into the much larger bird.

“Warm? You smell nice...” He trailed off, head near Logs, claws slowly reaching towards Logs’s sides.

“Hey, we’re not finished yet. Let’s see how far we can make it from here.”

“Wha? Seriously? We have one life left.”

“Let’s make it count.” Logs’s thighs gently squeezed Gust’s sheath, encouraging his cock to keep growing. It was fighting against gravity, leaking pre onto the couch, longer than Logs’s forearm, but it still could get bigger.

Gusts’s wings strained, trying to be as big as they could, but wanting to show off more, as he tried to focus on the game. Logs pushed them into the first mission.

He was clearly enjoying teasing the larger bird, undulating against his chest, grinding against his sheath, forcing him to keep playing as his dick hardened further and further, starting to inch its way up Logs’s stomach, then chest, eventually staring him in the face.

“You mind if I lick it?” Logs asked, head swimming in griffin musk and loving it.

“No! Please do,” Gust said, strained, as his dick fully hardened, his knot popping out of his sheath.

Logs leaned forward and licked, Gust’s spicy, potent musk deepening with a salty note. It… didn’t taste good…. But it didn’t taste bad. It was... different from categories like that, but Logs was pretty sure that he could start to really enjoy it.

Gust chirped, surprised, but kept trying to play, as veins throbbed in his heavy shaft. Logs kept licking, enjoying how he could get Gust to chirp nearly in time with his playing, teasing his sensitive head and lapping up the slowly increasing flow of pre. He was trying to pay attention to what was happening in the game, but it was getting hard with the massive shiny black shaft in front of him. He grabbed it with his thighs, pulling it closer to his body and put his arms around it, holding his controller on the other side. It was hot, throbbing in time with Gust’s slower heartbeat, and, with Gust’s intake of breath as he stared at the cute twunk hugging his shaft, pulled powerfully into his tensed abs. Logs licked the shaft again, savoring the scent and flavor, as he kept trying to play, snuggling into his roommate.

Gust was getting a tad distracted, but was still able to play when Logs asked a simple question. “Hey, how sensitive is your knot?”

“Huh?” he said a tad stupidly, before Logs tucked his feet underneath and squeezed. With a cry, Gust’s entire body tensed, orgasm hitting him like a truck as he tried to push it away. It didn’t work and he unloaded, spraying blast after blast of cum into the air, creating a trail from his dick to the TV and reaching the wall behind it. Logs kept tugging, coaxing more and more, in awe of the spray.

What felt like minutes later, Gust was collapsed against the couch, gasping. He slowly recovered from the orgasm, blinking his way back to reality. “Fuck… how did you do that?”

“What? You never tried knotting something?” Logs asked, sounding surprised.

“Umm… no? I… didn’t even know that was really a thing. I think I was a bit on edge because I just spent the last hour playing strip Melee with my cute boyfriend.”

“Oh, my brothers talked about it all the time.”

“Your brothers are griffins?”

“Nah, they’re wolves. Mostly. Still have a knot though. It feels better if it’s inside something though, then you can lock into them.”

“Umm… so… is that an offer?”

Logs made a fist, and put his forearm next to Gust’s still dribbling shaft. He was solidly thicker, and a couple hands longer. “Nah bro, you’d kill me with that meat hammer. I can probably work up to it, but I’d need to be really slow and careful. And I’d need a lot of dildos and plugs to practice. It’ll be a few years.” He put his arm against his chest, the fist near his groin. His elbow reached about chest level. “As much as I can see you as part of my heart, not that way.”

He laughed a bit and nodded. “You want some help getting off?” He offered.

Logs blushed and shifted, letting Gust see his dick. He was soft and Gust noticed a wet spot near his own sheath. “Umm… you were really really hot.”

“Well, glad I could satisfy… sorry it was so quick…”

“No problem, you… umm want me to wipe down the TV and we can keep playing? I… really like hanging out with you like this.”

“Yeah… I think I’d like that. Would you mind if I kiss you?”

Logs nodded, and he leaned in for a kiss. Gust’s beak was hard, and his tongue was scratchy, but his musk filled Logs’s head perfectly, as his heart raced, and he started panting, curling in closer to his overbuilt boyfriend. He started to shiver, as Gust’s arms curled around him, pulling him closer, and he kissed deeper. They broke away for a few seconds, then started kissing again, as Gust’s spire started rising again between Logs’s legs.

“I see someone’s a horny bastard.” He laughed, gently squeezing it between his cum slick thighs, slowly rubbing up and down.

Gust groaned. “Yeah…. It takes a while to be satisfied. How about you?”

“I’ll be good in a few minutes. Then maybe one more time after that.”

“Oh…. Really?”

“I mean, I’ll start firing blanks after a bit, and I’ve tried masturbating all day, but it doesn’t exactly feel good after a while.”

“Huh… I’ve never gone that far. Always started feeling sick before it stopped… you know, getting up.”

“Dehydration?”

“Probably? And salt and food, I think.”

“Well… let’s spend a day seeing how much we can squeeze out of you. I’ll cook and make drinks and you see if you can fill a trash bag.”

“And you’re calling me a horny bastard.” Gust laughed. “You won’t be annoyed you can’t join in?”

“Nah, everyone’s libido is different, mine is just about human normal, so it’s confined by that. There’s some supplements and drugs I can take if we wanted to go to a doctor to help me keep up with you, but there’s usually some long-term side effects.”

“… Like what?”

“Nausea, dry mouth, ringing in the ears, high blood pressure, swollen balls, constant thirst, leakage, difficulty peeing, painful ejaculations, stuff like that.”

“Weird. Painful ejaculations?”

“You ever try to force water through a small hole in a balloon? How it bulges? Keeping up with you means a lot of fluid coming out of a small hole.”

“Kinky.”

“Don’t call the painful drug side effects kinky!” Logs burst out laughing. “That said, I do know some people who have gotten really into stretching to help with that.”

“Does it work?”

“Apparently? I think they sort of get off to the pain though.”

“How… do you know these people?”

“Oh, one is a brother-in-law. My sister has a high libido.”

“Does… your family just constantly talk about sex or something?”

“Ugh, it’s a whole bonding thing with wolves. Their evolutionary relatives go into heat, so some scientists think that we gained sapience because of how much time we spent locked together with nothing better to do than talk. Lots of pair bonding thanks to our libidos. So, the humans who weren’t needed to satisfy their mates, like me, got put in charge of the kids during all the vacations, and the adult talk after they went to bed was about sex,” Logs complained.

“Huh. My family treated it as something… you only talked about in private.”

“I think wolves just have a pack thing going on where everyone shares everything.”

“Come on, that needs to just be post hoc pop-psychology.”

“Probably? Or people just like sex, so it always ends up being a topic of conversation.”

“Can’t imagine I’d ever do that.” Gust made a face.

Logs burst out laughing.

“What?”

“We’re doing it right now.”

“Oh… so we are. Umm… how was that for you?”

“Great, you’re hot as fuck… and I didn’t realize how turned on I’d be by that much cum. How about me?”

“Well… I wish there was a bit more buildup… but it was pretty hot wasn’t it? I… yeah… I’d like to do that again. Or keep doing it. Or do it more tonight.”

“Or all of the three?”

Gust burst out laughing. “Yeah… something like that. Can we remote into the next class?”

“Yep,” Logs said after a moment.

“You want to?”

“Fuck yes. More videogames and sex. This is the best day ever.”

“And maybe that trashbag or a blanket. To cut down on scrubbing.”

“Yeah… this is hot now, but it’s just going to be a mess tomorrow.”

“You’re really turned on aren’t you?” Gust asked, kissing Logs again, giving him a love bite on the neck.

“Fuck yes, this is everything I hoped it would be,” Logs said.

“Aww… let’s see if we can make it a bit more satisfying.”

He stood up, carrying Logs as he cleaned up. At least enough to keep playing, then gave him another kiss as he sat down.

“Now… let’s actually try to beat this,” Gust said, as he put a blanket in grabbing range.

By the end of the day, Gust was hungry, thirsty, his dick was satisfied, and the blanket was absolutely sodden with cum. Logs was walking a tad gingerly from feather and fur chafing, but he was shaking with endorphins, head swimming in musk and cum. The two reeked of sex, as they walked to the shower, and actually just focused on getting clean enough to grab dinner. They were babbling about anything, entirely overwhelmed by the day’s events, and ecstatic to have found someone who was willing to… well, do all that. Even after a full day, Gust unsheathed, as he watched Logs cleaning himself, and happily relaxed against a wall as he was subjected to the most thoroughgoing sheath cleaning he’d ever experienced. The two walked over to the dining hall, grabbed to-go plates, and headed back to the room. They looked at each other, as they took in the funk of the room, and the streaks of cum, quickly cleaned the worst of it, resolved to clean the couch later, put a tarp and blanket on top of it, and sat down, eating out of their boxes as they watched old reruns of some sci-fi comedy shows.

“Hey, I just wanted to say…. Thanks for today. It was really… everything I hoped for, and… like I was terrified after last night that… you wouldn’t want anything to do with me.”

“Aww…. Your welcome. Today… fuck it was hot. And I can’t wait to do it again.”

“Probably not tomorrow though. I need to work out.”

“And go to class.”

“Do we really need to go to class?”

“Kinda yeah.”

“Really?”

“About as much as you need to work out.”

“Oh, fine.”

They laughed, and relaxed, Logs on top of Gust. “You mind if I touch your dick? I… sort of just like playing with it,” Logs asked.

“No problem,” he said, his dick draped across his thigh, as Logs slowly lifted it, stroking. He was totally drained, but it still felt nice, at least after Logs started using the medicated lotion. He noticed that Logs was hard. “You doing all right?”

“Yeah, I’m not really horny. Well, any more than normal. I don’t want to cum, I just want to be here with you.”

Gust hugged Logs tightly, stopping when Logs was forced to tap out.

“Sorry!”

“No problem.”

The two snuggled for the rest of the night, at least after they’d cleaned up enough to not be grossed out every time they needed to step on the floor.

Logs woke up a couple times that night, grumbling about having a boner each time as he tried to take a piss. His balls hurt, and he felt sore. Not exactly surprising, but irritating. Still, going back to bed with the warm puffball was nice, and he quickly fell asleep after each one.

The next morning came too quickly, as Gust got up to go work out. Logs followed, yawning, and got into a pair of compression shorts. They were seemingly too tight, pressing uncomfortably against his balls and dick. He kept adjusting them and the problem sort of solved itself as he looked at Gust in his workout gear and resolved to just put up with it.

It may have just been to annoy Logs, but Gust focused on hip flexors, thighs, and lower back that day, showing off a tad. When the room was clear, the two may have used Logs as a weight, slowly being thrust into the air as a python unspooled between his legs. A quick makeout session later, and the two were panting heavily as they headed for the showers. Logs finally felt sort of awake, almost jittery from the kissing, as he excused himself to use the toilet. He pulled down his pants and relaxed, then cursed as he sprayed pee over his knee. “Fuck!”

“Everything all right?”

“Yeah, I missed.”

“Oh, yeah, you’ve been hard a lot this morning.”

“Yeah, this is like the first time I’ve been soft.” Logs laughed, then looked down. The dick between his thighs wasn’t his. It was over twice as long, dangling down, still pointing at his leg, new heavy veins circling it. “Well… that explains it,” he said. Logs gingerly lifted it, aiming it towards the urinal, and relaxed again. It kept going and going, and he felt weirdly sensitive as he went, the sensation very, very present on his mind as his new dick made itself known.

When it finally finished, he pulled his pants up, gingerly pulled his underwear down a bit, and walked over to the toilet, closing it then pulling down his pants entirely. Yep. That was a big dick. For a human at least. It overflowed his hand, and he could only barely wrap his hand around it. He was easily bigger soft than he’d been hard last night. It looked… darker too. It apparently liked attention, as it started hardening, growing longer and thicker in his hand, and then hands, proudly extending past both palms, thick veins circling it. The foreskin easily pulled back over his head, as it started to drip pre onto his stomach. One hand stroked just a tad too low, brushing his balls and he had to force back a moan. It seemed like they’d not been spared either, as his ballsack was stretched taut around them. They were disproportionately huge, nearly overflowing his hand, and extremely sensitive, almost constantly sore and hot.

“Hey Gust, I think we need to go to the hospital.”

“Oh, sure. Anything need emergency treatment? Bleeding, broken?”

“No… just… umm… I… yeah, I think what we did last night did something to me.”

“All right, you want me to grab food?”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you at the dining facility after I go change.”

“I’ll get a couple to go plates…. Sorry.”

“I think this is more my mom and dad’s fault.”

“… I am supremely confused, but let’s get you to the hospital.”

“Thanks, I knew I could count on you.”

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