Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains EXPLICT ORAL YIFF.  If you find this offensive or are too young to read such materials (and if you are, why don't you have the content filter on?), DO NOT READ ON.  By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended, because YOU WERE WARNED.  Now, for those of you who I didn't scare away... enjoy!

Patrick sighed as he scrubbed his desk for the fifth time that day.  No matter how much he cleaned, there was always more dirt!  It frustrated the yellow lab as he continued diligently scrubbing his dorm room.

"Oh, fuck it," he muttered, throwing the blackened cleaning wipe into the trash.  He flopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling for a bit.

The lab growled as he watched dust settling in the air.  "Dammit, I need a vacuum," he said.  "Oh!  I know!"

Patrick leapt up from his bed and scrambled out of his room, pulling the door shut behind him.  He ran to the elevator and pushed the call button, his tail wagging excitedly as he waited.

With a creak and a groan, the elevator door slid open as the elevator finished descending the last few inches to come to a halt level with the floor.  Patrick rolled his eyes at the elevator, then walked in and pushed the button for the lobby.

One short elevator ride later, and the lab was on the ground floor, checking out a vacuum cleaner.  He returned to the elevator with his vacuum in tow, the cord in one paw and the hose in the other, the wheels squeaking as he dragged it to the elevator.  The vacuum might have been new in the 1970's, but now, almost 40 years later, was rather dated, but Patrick didn't care.  It would suck, and that was what was important.

He grinned as he rode the elevator back up to the sixth floor, his vacuum lying next to him, looking for all the world like a dead pig.

Patrick kept a sharp eye on the elevator as the door opened, waiting for the elevator to come to a stop before bursting out with his vacuum.  He happily padded back to his room and shut the door with his footpaw as he brought the vacuum in, plugging the cord in to the power strip on his desk.

With a flick of his footpaw, Patrick brought the vacuum to life.  He whimpered softly at the sound of the vacuum starting up.  "Ooooooh, yeah," he muttered as he vacuumed the floor.  "That's it... I think I'll call you Suck Buddy."

Patrick pranced about his room as he vacuumed everywhere he could reach - the floor, his desk, his bed, his roommate's desk and bed, the curtains, even the ceiling.  When he was done, Patrick flicked the switch again with his footpaw and murred sensuously, hugging the vacuum's tube.

It was then that Patrick noticed a particular tightness in his jeans.  He blushed, then glanced to his door.  He laid the vacuum's tube against his bed, and checked that the door was all the way shut and locked, then drew the curtains.

"What am I doing?" Patrick asked himself as he sat down on his bed, burying his face in his paws.  His pants were now uncomfortably tight, and he unbuttoned and unzipped them in a vain attempt to relieve the pressure.

As his paws went to his zipper, Patrick's eyes went right to the vacuum.  He groaned and laid back on his bed, pulling his jeans and boxers right off.

"Fuck it," Patrick muttered.  Leaving his pants and underwear in a pile at the foot of his bed, he picked up the vacuum's tube and held it to the tip of his throbbing manhood.  "Here goes nothing," he muttered, and flicked the switch with his footpaw.

Patrick's eyes went wide as the vacuum's suction took his meat right in.  He moaned deeply and lay back on his bed as the vacuum milked his needy cock, his toes curling and uncurling as the vacuum pleasured him in ways not even his boyfriend could!

Generous amounts of precum flowed into the vacuum's tube as Patrick writhed on his bed, floating to new heights of pleasure from his 'suck buddy.'  His paw went right to the bottle of Febreze on his desk and he sprayed his stomach, eliciting another groan of pleasure as the fresh, clean scent wafted in the air.

Patrick let the Febreze bottle fall at his side as he groped around on his desk for something... else... then his paw grasped it.

Leaving the vacuum to continue its sucking, Patrick grabbed the can and opened it up, pulling out a Clorox cleaning wipe.  He brought the cleaning wipe to his muzzle and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of germ-killing alcohol.

His senses overwhelmed, Patrick could only whimper and shudder as his orgasm washed over him.  He shot squirt after squirt of his thick seed into the vacuum.

Patrick's eyes shot open as his orgasm finished and the vacuum continued its relentless sucking of his now very sensitive dick.  He reached out and desperately pulled out the plug, then panted heavily as he removed the vacuum from his softening member.

"Wow," he muttered, pulling his pants back on and straightening his headfur.

He quickly returned the vacuum, then went back to his room.

As he shut the door, Patrick once again pulled off his clothes, this time grabbing a towel and a bottle of shampoo.

"Hmm," he said, and wrapped the towel around his waist, padding softly to the shower.  "Wonder how this would feel..."