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It’s funny how little respect they give campus security.

I feel like one of those British Royal Guards sometimes with how boring my job is. I get paid 20 dollars an hour to walk a pre-planned route around campus and stop frat boys from getting into fights with each other in the central quad. Then I stand there. Think about my exes. Count the leaves on the trees. This is the person people are sneering at every time they walk by, as if I have a personal vendetta against you.

We’re here to keep you safe, period. We’re not here to police how you should be spending your time, what you should be doing, who you should be doing it with. We’re here to make sure nothing shifty is going on, nobody is getting murdered, not to make sure you aren’t smoking weed with your buddies after a bad Discrete Structures test. Hell, after every 2 AM shift I go home and smoke a bowl while eating my roommate’s leftover Taco Time from dinner. I’m just some guy.

The worst part of it all is that I’m 21. Maybe it’s because I’m from a hick town in Washington and I don’t have heaps of generational wealth like these people, but it sucks when I’m treated so differently just wanting to be one of them. I’m the age of some of these people who are walking around in skirts and crop tops kissing each other, having the cultural experience of their lifetimes, and all I can do is watch. I’m feeling the alienation of college without even being in college!

And there are some beauties on campus. The kind of guys you only see in porn. Maybe the guys I am seeing in porn, for that matter, if all of those college student pornstars are for real. I dunno. Back where I’m from, all the guys are 6 foot 2 and former high school hockey players who work at the mill. I’m 6 foot 2 and a former hockey player and I worked at the mill. This is a new world. No one was gay, no one was wearing skirts, no one was five foot five with a 19-inch-waist and you could see their panties and backsack when they bent over.

I’m on the early morning shift today. 2 AM - 10 AM. As much as these frat boys like to have their all night parties, the girls love to go out onto the fields and stargaze in the middle of the night, the jocks go out for their early morning runs, no one is awake right now.

The sun is just barely starting to poke over the trees and I have been wandering around for hours now, looking at nothing. All of Buchanan University is asleep in their cozy little beds and I’m standing here, cold and wet. This is the life I signed up for, I guess.

And then one of the students walks by. And he’s beautiful.

He’s exactly my type. One of those girly-looking guys in a skirt and a sweater. He’s an orange dog with his fur tapering to white around the neck and arms and thighs, holding a cup of coffee in one paw and a tote bag over his shoulder. He looks sleepy.

I give him a little nod and he smiles back. He keeps walking and I stare at his butt in his skirt, his fluffy tail shaking around. Then he backtracks and leans against the brick wall across from me. “Good morning,” he says.

“Up at the crack of crack, huh?”

He smiles sleepily. “I gotta study.”

“What’s on the docket?”

“Middle English lit.” He yawns and scratches his tummy under his sweater. “Yaaawn.”

“Cute,” I say impulsively. I mean it, of course, how could I not find this dog I tower over adorable, but coming from the campus security it probably sounded wrong. I bite my lip.

He tucks his hair behind his ear. I think he goes a little red in the cheeks. “Thank you.”

I notice his eyes go down to my crotch for a second before shooting straight back up to me. I know my package is obvious in my security guard uniform but that was deliberate. We both stand there for a second, staring at each other, tense with tension. I have never wanted someone as badly as I want this little dog halfway through my early morning shift.

“Are you walking to the library?” I ask.

He nods.

“Want some company?”

“I’d like that.”

We start the walk down to the library, the woods to the left of us and the student housing to the right. I walk to the left of him like I’m his security guard. He grips his skirt with his free paw.

“I’ve seen you around before,” he says. “Damon?”

“Yup!”

“I’m Mateo.”

“Hey.”

He smiles. “My friends fuckin’ hate you guys.”

“They tend to.”

“I don’t. Sometimes when I’m stoned and smell like weed, I go up to you and ask if you smell popcorn.”

“Can I tell you something? We are literally not allowed to check. Unless I see weed in your paws, I am not allowed to say anything. Not if I smell it, not if you’re high, not if you tell me you’re high. You could literally put your paw in front of it – you could, if you wanted to, grip a blunt in your paw and make me smell it, and as long as I don’t see it, I can’t do anything.”

“See? Not so bad.” He giggles. “Plus, I like your outfits.”

“Our outfits?”

“The, uh… I dunno.” He practically whispers it. “The bulky vest and the tight pants.”

And then I notice the erection in his skirt. That’s why he’s trying to push it down.

I grin. “What are you trying to say?”

We both stop walking and he looks up at me with the cutest eyes. He opens his mouth to speak but says nothing.

I speak for him. “I know a spot in the woods…”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

He nods.

I look around. Still no one in sight. No one would mind if I took my ten right now.

“C’mon then.”

I led him into the woods. To be honest, I don’t have one particular spot in mind, just the knowledge that these woods are huge and I never see anyone in them. Unless that prophesied forest orgy is happening today, I think we’ll be good.

We walk in silence for a little bit, with me leading the way. We crunch leaves and step over logs until we reach a nice little spot, shielded and obvious if anyone’s coming. There’s probably already two people hooking up in there. Once we arrive, I turn around to face him. He has the most bashful expression on his face and the most obvious erection.

I put an arm on his shoulder and bring him in for a kiss. He has to lean all the way up but it feels great when he does it. It wakes me up much more than any coffee could.

We start to make out. I put my hooves on his butt and lift him up so we can kiss on an equal level. I can feel him shiver a little when I do it. “You like being lifted up?”

“You’re so big,” he whimpers.

“I’m here to keep you safe,” is all I respond.

Kissing is lovely, especially with a cute dog like him, but my erection pushes against my pants and I want more. I let him to the ground softly and gently push on his shoulders until he’s on his knees. He’s planted in the dirt but he doesn’t seem to mind at all. He puts two paws up onto my belt and starts to work my cock out. My walkie talkie goes off with some stupid shit about angry geese on the other side of campus so I put it on mute as he wrangles my cock out of my briefs.

Mateo (I think that’s his name) gets to work quickly, positioning his head under my cock and stroking me with attentive urgency. He looks beautiful down there, his little butt sticking out and his tail wagging back and forth. He clearly knows his way around a cock.

Then he starts kissing it softly, starting from my balls and working his way up the shaft. I lean my head back and enjoy it. He sucks my dick for a little bit and it feels fucking great. I put my hooves on the back of his head and keep my cock deep in his throat for him to enjoy. I love watching his little tail shake for me. I control the pace that he gives me head at and he keeps up like a champ. At one point I tilt my head back and let out a loud moan, loud enough for the whole forest to hear. His beautiful little eyes look up at me and I can’t help but scratch his head and call him a good girl. I don’t even really mean to do it but he starts going faster and I double down.

“Good girl. Good good good girl. Suck that big cock.”

This is what I was missing out on. Not the parties, not the weed, not the education. Cute girly little dogs like this one giving me top tier head.

He pulls away and gives me those doggy eyes.

“Yeah, beautiful?” I say, scratching his chin.

“Do you wanna fuck me?”

“Get up.”

He gets up for me and positions himself in front of me, paws on his legs and ass out for me. I shimmy his panties down and lift his skirt up. Perfection. Condoms are a part of our toolkit, actually, so I roll one on and douse his butthole in lube.

“You ready?”

He nods. “Please.”

“Good girl.”

And I push right into him.

He takes it like a champ. He seriously must get around because he doesn’t let out more than a little grunt as I push all of my inches deep into him. His warmth is such a good contrast to the cold woods around us. I grab his hips and push my weight into him.

I wrap my hoof around and grab his dick. He moans as I jerk him off, sliding my dick in and out of him all at the same time. I have a little out of body experience as I start listening to the woods around us, the rustle of leaves and the chirping of birds. Maybe it all isn’t so bad, especially if I get to have a little bit of fun like this.

I focus back in and find myself much closer to orgasm than I thought. It certainly helps that I feel a wetness running down my hoof and the dog in front of me wriggling like crazy, moaning like nothing else. I let my hoof go and he jolts out, panting. My dick slips out of him and I have to push it back in.

“Good girl,” I moan as I bring myself to orgasm inside of him. I pull his hips in and make sure I’m as far inside of him as I can be before my cum pulses out of my dick. The condom is all that’s between my cum and his soft insides. I keep pulling his hips in until I’m sure it’s all out of me and inside of him.

I finally pull out and let the condom slip off of my dick onto the ground. I scoop it up, tie it, and shove it in my pocket — there’s enough cum filled condoms on campus already. Meanwhile, Mateo pulls his panties up, flattens his skirt, and takes a deep breath.

“How are you feeling?”

He smiles. “So good.”

“You got a little…” His skirt is covered in cum from the back and some of it leaked through to the front. “Might be a little obvious in the library.”

“Okay. Gonna go back and change.”

“Beats Modern English Lit, huh? Need some company for the walk back?”

He tugs on my arm. “I’d like that.”