Nigel's Journey To University

By Lexy and Silver Sheep

On the Eastern Coast of Besmeize in the Bioxeanem region was the small town known as Kineallen. It had a population of close to three thousand creatures. It was well known that the community had strong religious faith. In the mountains to the north of the town was even a gay conversion therapy camp named Foxes on Fire.

This story begins with two friends trying to live a big gay life in a small town. The main industry in Kineallen was the education sector. The town's university, Silver Mountain University provided an influx of young people to the town's restaurants and other businesses. The alpine ambience and vistas also made it a tourist destination.

One of Kineallen inhabitants was Regis. He was a dire wolf, with short grey and black fur. His favourite outfit was a pair of blue jeans, a white shirt and a thick leather jacket. He had a sort of greaser look going on except for his rainbow bead bracelet. He was twenty-three years old and enrolled at Silver Mountain University as an undergraduate focusing on a biochemistry degree. He lived on campus in a dorm room which wasn't entirely big but could house two creatures, and it met all his accommodation needs.

While he sat at his desk Regis's mobile sounded. He looked down at the phone sitting on the table top. The caller ID was from someone he knew. He smiled and clicked the green answer button. It was his friend Nigel.

"Hey, Nigel how are you?" he asked.

Nigel was a red fox he knew. Nigel was currently living with his conservative religious family, and Regis was trying to bring him out to explore the world.

"Good morning Regis, yeah I'm fine, I'm calling to see if you would take me to enrollment today?" said Nigel.

Regis was excited. This meant that the fox had thought about what he had said before. Nigel was going to enrol in a course and perhaps take him up on his offer to live on campus as well. He could spare a few hours for Nigel for sure.

"Yeah, I'll be down at your place in thirty minutes or so, I just need to jump into the shower and freshen up," said Regis.

The fox squealed in the background. It was muffled because he must have covered the mic.

"Alright, I'll see you when you arrive but don’t come up to the house, or my dad will freak," Nigel said before he hung up.

Regis thought about it. How bad could his parents be? Regis was no shrinking violet he was going to knock on their door and not slink about like a lizard.  It was important not to be ashamed of who one's friends are. He wasn't a low life. His greaser look was just a rockabilly aesthetic.

It must be hard for Nigel. It had only been three weeks after coming out gay to his parents. His parents didn't entirely take it well. Nigel's dad had left pamphlets about the Foxes on Fire gay conversion camp on his nightstand. His mother was no better since Nigel was an only child they wouldn't be getting any grandchildren. It must put so much pressure on the poor fox.

In the shower water ran down Regis's grey and black fur. Under the warm water, the dire wolf was thinking about Nigel in a more lude way. The fox had a gorgeous supple body. Nigel was only twenty years old and had the power of youth on his side. Regis would often enjoy his coffee dates with him, but they were not really dating. That's what he would tell himself anyway. Nigel wanted a gay friend, not a lover. The poor fox didn't know any other homosexual individuals in town so he would often confide in Regis.

It didn't stop the dire wolf from dreaming about the fox when he was alone at night. He didn't feel guilty for having those feelings he was gay after all. It didn't help how the fox would take his hand or hug him while they were hanging out. Sometimes he was afraid he would poke his accidental erection into Nigel one day and frighten him away. He looked down at himself in the shower. His ebony cock was poking out from his sheath. He didn't have time for a tug he promised he would be at Nigel's house to pick him up.

After his shower, Regis quickly jumped out and dried himself off with a large thick blue towel. He was still a little lusty, and he had a feeling his sexual feelings would stay with him today. Regis threw the towel in the hamper in the communal bathroom. He grabbed his clothes, ones that the dire wolf had picked out before. It was his rockabilly look. He dressed, grabbed his car keys from his dorm room and locked the door to his room before he left.

In the meantime, inside Nigel's suburban family home. Nigel was having a chat. It wasn't really a chat that would involve a dialogue. It was more a tag team between his folks with him as the opponent. The topics were the evils of homosexuality, Nigel's choice to be gay and the old "you need a girlfriend to set you straight." Nigel just bluntly ignored his parent's anti-gay harping and nodded his head much like a bobblehead.

Ten minutes into the conversation and things were getting awkward. Nigel's hormones were running wild. As he was sitting there being talked at, his loins started to come alive. He brought his legs together as his tapered canine penis left his shaft. His mind wasn't even remotely in the mood, but that didn't stop his body. He brought his legs to together as he tried to get a hold of himself. The teasing way his satin boxer shorts rubbed his erection was the last straw. Nigel excused himself and quickly ran into the bathroom. He shut the door sighed loudly as he turned on the water. Their constant nagging was really starting to get to him.

As he undressed, he was reminded of another nagging problem. His sexual frustration. He was glad he got out of the room. It was getting bad when he was popping a no reason boner in front of his folks. He stepped under the shower and groped himself for a good five minutes, but he went flaccid. He just couldn't get his groove on in the shower. It didn't help he lived in a no masturbation household, and if he took a long time bathing, he would get a knock on the bathroom door.

Now that influence was creeping into his bedroom. After he had come out, his folks would come into his room at different hours to check on him or lecture him. Even try to get him to go to that fox camp to cure him of his sickness. Nigel was no stranger to masturbation. He had learned how to get away with it alone in his room. With his parent's new hypervigilance he needed to determine their new routines or at least hope for a day where he was home alone.

Before coming out, most nights he could give himself a touch a clutch which involved him squeezing and rubbing his red rocket just shy of orgasm. It wasn't masturbation if he didn't cum he justified to himself. He would even call the hand paw that he used to touch himself with Mr Paw and talk dirty to it. After Mr Paw explored his body he would bring it up to his nose to sniff and inhale that spice, that unique male sent. Was it weird that he liked to sniff his sex? Did it make him attracted to men? He had no baseline to compare it too.

He couldn't just ask others how they masturbated, even his gay friend Regis. Occasionally when he did ejaculate he collected his release into his paw and licked it clean. It was better than having to explain the soiled bed sheets or underwear. His methods were effective he had not been caught since the bed sheet incident. He had to get himself cleaned up. Regis would be here soon.

Not long later, Regis arrived outside Nigel's house. He was in his red 2006 BMW V6 sedan. As Regis walked up to the door, he rang the doorbell. A male red fox in his late-thirties answered the door. It must have been Nigel's dad Gerard, Regis reasoned.

"Hello, is Nigel home?" asked Regis.

“Who are you? Nigel didn’t mention he knew any dire wolves,” said Gerard. The fox's eyes settled on Regis's gay pride bracelet.

"Oh yes, I’m from the University’s gay-straight alliance. Today, I'm going to help enrol Nigel in a suitable course, we will be out all day," Regis answered in a firm voice.

Gerard turned and walked up the stairs. "Nigel, your degenerate friend is here, and he is waiting for you downstairs," he said to his son in an angry tone.

Nigel heard his dad talk through the bathroom door and whimpered a little under his breath, Why was his dad always such an ass? Regis had also picked up Gerard's words with his keen hearing. Soon enough Nigel and his dad came back down. It had been awkward waiting alone, but it didn’t phase the dire wolf. 

"Hello, My name isn’t degenerate it’s Regis, and it’s a pleasure to finally meet you," said Regis in the fakest bubbly voice he could muster.

The look on the elder fox's was muzzle priceless. He knew he was caught. As Regis spoke those words Nigel looked out from behind Gerard's back, they both grinned at each other.

"Hey, Nigel ready to blow... this pop stand?"  asked Regis sticking his tongue into his cheek.

Nigel mouthed no, but he was referring to the dire wolf’s attitude more than the actual question.

Nigel walked past his scowling father, quietly as not to provoke him further.

"Bye mum and dad, I'll see you both later," said Nigel.

Clair, Nigel's vixen mother, appeared at the door, waved goodbye at the two young men as they got into Regis's Car. Gerard had an "if looks could kill" expression on his muzzle as he stood there with his arms crossed as the car left the driveway.

"So how're things at home Nigel? I noticed your Dad is... let's just say unenthused," asked Regis.

Nigel sighed and looked down at hand paws, fiddling with his claws, making them retract and protract.

"Well as you know I came out to my folks a few weeks ago, they are not entirely happy that I'm gay or that they will never receive grandchildren from me." said the fox.

Regis nodded as he focused on driving and kept his eyes on the road. He pulled up at a local burger outlet. It would be a chance to talk to Nigel and grab lunch.

"Well, they will need to get that threw their heads sooner or later," said Regis as he pulled into a parking space.

Regis looked at Nigel and smiled. "Common I'm starving, and I would like to fill up my stomach before my next lesson which is in three hours, and it's already 12:32 pm," the dire wolf said looking at his phone.

As the pair stepped into the restaurant, they noticed it was filled with children they both soon realised that school was still on holidays for another week. So much for the quiet chat, they let out a groan in unison. It was quite noisy even with most of them where in the play centre in the next room over. The noise travelled across the whole dining room.

Regis was next in line just behind quite a giant dragon. The dragon had an off-putting smell about him as if he had never bathed in his entire life. Soon it was their turn. The lady at the counter was a bunny who was quite young, she looked about fifteen years old in appearance.

"Can I help you?" She asked Regis as he walked up to the register.

"Yes, I'll have a medium burger with the lot and a bottle of apple juice, thank you." Regis looked across to Nigel and asked him what he wanted.

"I'll have the same but a small, I'm not quite hungry," Nigel told the girl at the counter.

The bunny punched in the order on the cash register. "That will be fifteen fifty dollars and fifty cents," the cashier said.

Regis gave her a twenty dollar note. As they lingered near the counter waiting for their meal to be prepared, Nigel's nose wrinkled. A really unusual odour was wafting across from one of the tables. The dire wolf smelled it too. Regis covered his nose quickly as he wondered where the smell was coming from. It was none other than the musky dragon from before, he must have let out a fart.  

The bunny gave Nigel and Regis their meal, and the pair walked outside as it was quite unbearable in the restaurant both from the smell and the noise. They sat down together at a table. It was at the end of a covered corridor with a hip-high glass and metal fence on one side and the brick wall of the restaurant on the other. They were covered by the eaves of the building keeping the sun off them. They were the only ones in this section and all they could hear ware cars passing off in the distance.

"So have you thought about what you wanted to study?" Regis asked while opening his bottle of apple juice.

Nigel looked at the dire wolf stopping just before he was about to take a bite out of his burger. "I was thinking of doing structural engineering," he said.

Regis noticed Nigel's vertical pupils and how his gaze was following his. The fox brushed a foot paw over his. Regis felt his cheeks grow flushed, so he took another sip of apple juice.

Regis was starting to get excited as he watched the fox eat. Did he know how sleek and sexy he was? Even watching his pointed vulpine muzzle take delicate bites was somehow sensual. Regis finished his burger and threw the wrapper in the empty burger bag.

"Well, Nigel we can head to the administration office and see if there are any spots available," said the dire wolf.

Regis squirmed in his seat as he watched as Nigel lapped his tongue over his black hand paw pads after he had finished his burger. The fox brushed his foot paws over Regis's as he gave the dire wolf a concerned look.

"Are you alright?" Nigel asked.

It took a moment for the dire wolf to answer because he had been daydreaming about another place Nigel's tongue could go.

"Yeah," said Regis.

Nigel made more small talk with Regis as he drank his drink. Eventually, he got up from the table, grabbed both their food bags and threw both of them in the bin.

"Alright, we'll see if I can get a place." said the fox.

Regis was more concerned about hiding is his erection, so he didn't answer as he stood up. Nigel wrinkled his nose and sniffed as he looked about. The fox turned and smiled at Regis, and slowly walked up to him and gave Regis a hug. Regis thought fast and made it more of a side hug so he wouldn't reveal how happy he was to see him.

Nigel and Regis left the restaurant to head to Silver Mountain University. As Regis got himself under control again, he realised that his underwear was damp with pre where his erection had been pressing into them. He was glad to be feeling less lustful, but he was regretting not having a quick shower paw when he had the chance.

It took roughly ten minutes to get to the university as there was little traffic on the road, it was a pleasant sight as it was typically quite busy. Nigel's eyes widened as they entered the main gate. The fox was surprised to see the number of students and professors at the university. He had never seen a school more prominent than his old high school. 

"Eh, Regis so shall we try to get me registered?" Nigel said after grabbing Regis's paw and squeezing it hard.

The fox must be quite nervous as some of the students were checking out the newcomer. Perhaps it was because of how the fox was dressed. Wearing simple black slacks and a bright white button-up shirt. Most of the other students had more embellishments and personality added to their attire.

The two headed up to the counter inside the administration building. Above the main counter, there is a sign in black and bold letters that read "Your Future Begins With Us."

Behind the counter was a jersey cow that Regis knew as Mary. She was in her early forties and was dressed in business attire. She was looking up from her terminal regarding Nigel and Regis from behind her bifocal glasses. Her glasses made her look like the librarian that Regis knew from the town over.

"Oh hello Mary how are you, did you get any notice about my class with Professor John C Clark, will it be starting or has there been a cancellation?" asked the dire wolf.

Nigel moved out from behind the dire wolf to stand beside Regis. He placed his hand paws on the counter.

"Oh and you must be Nigel, Regis has been speaking very fondly of you, have you decided on what you want to study with us?" Mary asked as she typed away on her keyboard.

Nigel gulped loudly and visibly shivered, leaning into Regis. "I want to apply for structural engineering please." He said getting his composure back.

Regis giggled and rubbed Nigel's back. The fox must have wanted him here for moral support. He can be a nervous little fox sometimes.

"Oh yes, Regis your class has been cancelled as John has had a family emergency, it should be back to normal tomorrow," Mary answered.

This suited Regis's plans nicely he would have more time to spend with Nigel.

"That's fine, thank you Marry for looking it up. Do you mind also signing up Nigel while we're here, and if possible do you mind confirming that I will be sharing my dorm room with him," asked Regis.

Regis smiled at Nigel looking at him with somewhat of a cheeky grin.

"The course begins next week Nigel, and it will last for twenty-four months. You will need some money for textbooks, and if you need to use a computer after class, we have our library opened to all students, no charge. The same goes for lending books, you will need to speak to the receptionist there to get a library card, you will just need your photo ID. Do you have any questions you would like to ask?" explained Mary.

Mary looked up at Nigel and smiled.

"How much will I need to pay for the dorm? Does the rent come out weekly, fortnightly or monthly?" asked Nigel.

Regis chuckled and patted Nigel on the arm.

"Nigel you won't need to pay rent for staying with me, I won't charge you as everyone else would, but you will still need to buy books and pens and food for yourself. You're also welcome to use my laptop whenever I don't need it for my degree." Explained the dire wolf.

Nigel's posture relaxed after hearing Regis's words. He blushed in a slight shade of pink-red. The poor fox was not used to this kind of treatment it seemed.

"Nigel do you have any photo ID?" asked Mary.

Nigel rummaged through his wallet. "Here it is," He said.

Mary took the card from Nigel and propped it up under her screen as she copied the details into the system. 

"So what do you say Nigel, would you be interested in staying with me in my dorm, it’s better than sharing some random creature’s dorm, plus it is a nice change of pace from living at home right?" Regis said before he winked at Nigel.

"Okay, Nigel your ID checked out do you still want to register for the structural engineering course?" Mary asks with a broad smile on her muzzle.

"Yes, I would. Thank you, Mary," replied Nigel.

"Alright, I will need your personal information, phone numbers, emergency contact numbers, home address and email address," said Mary.

Nigel noded, at Mary and begins talking to her softly and filling out the required paperwork. Regis seeing the fox was in his element backed off and looked for something to do to keep him entertained. 

As Regis waited over at the bulletin board, he decided to read over some of the pamphlets under it. He frowned when he saw the Foxes on Fire one. He knew better than thinking homosexuality could be cured. Some poor furs felt it was a sickness. Nigel walked up behind Regis and gave him a tight hug from behind nuzzling into his neck.

"Alright it's done I'm registered, what were are you looking at?" Nigel asks while wagging his tail happily back and forth behind him.

"Oh, I was just looking to see if there were any gay support groups since you might want to talk to other people in your situation. That's if you were interested?" that dire wolf replied.

Regis grabbed the pamphlet for his own group and passed it to Nigel. The fox skimmed it before folding it up and placing it in his pocket.

"Oh I see, there's a meeting every Saturday evening in conference room B. Well, I'd be interested what about you, have you ever attended these meetings?" asked the fox.

Regis went silent while thinking of today's events at Nigel's house with his folks. The poor fox needed more support.

"Oh, yes sorry, I must have drifted off. I'm in charge of this event. I am very active in the gay community at the University. Basically, the pink president if you want to be dramatic," answered Regis before porking out his tongue.

Nigel blushed again and turned Regis around to face him. "I wouldn't mind coming if you're there." said the fox.

Nigel brushed the dire wolf's arm as he made eye contact. Regis snickered and without warning, moved his arms around Nigel and gave him a serious hug. It was a hug borne out of the feelings of abandonment from his own folks, and he didn't want that for Nigel. Regis couldn't stop a teardrop from leaving his eye.

"Well that's fantastic, but considering you're now a freshman; do you mind if I show you around?" replied Regis his voice straining.

Nigel shot a concerned look towards Regis but only replied: "I don't mind you lead the way!"

Regis grabbed Nigel by the paw and began to show him around the campus.

"As you can see on our first floor we have our administration office, our den office, we also have our cafeteria. I must warn you, their food isn't exactly the best. Hence why I said you will need to buy your own food, at least if you want a healthy meal. Also, our library is on the other side of the campus with the computer lab. This is where I'll be at most of the time doing my degree, and so will you with your course." explained Regis.

Nigel begins looking around the grounds, trying to familiarise himself with what's around him with Regis's help it was at least giving him a head start. Nigel held onto Regis's paw as he was lead around the grounds.

"As I was saying the computer and networking group is in building B so is the library so if you ever need a book or a computer to use, just go inside and I'm sure one of the staff members will be more than happy to help you out. You have my number; if there are any problems I'll come down and see what I can do." said the dire wolf.

Regis kept explaining a bit more about the institution until they finally arrive at Regis's dorm room. His room was on the second floor of one of the student housing complexes. It was down a hallway, and it was the last room in that hallway. There was a rainbow flag in a small flag holder just above his door on the right-hand side.

"Um Regis, do you have any problems with anyone not approving of you being a homosexual?" asked Nigel.

Regis blinked as he turns around and looks at Nigel.

"Not really, however, there are the odd one or two who cause trouble. If any homophobes do start nonsense, we have a no tolerance rule here. If a student discriminates towards species, sexual preference or religious belief they can be expelled," said Regis.

Regis grabbed his keys from his pocket and opened the door for his room. It was still a mess. He had not expected Nigel to Enroll today let alone agree to be his roommate. He sighed to himself as he began moving stuff off Nigel's single bed. That he had been using as a random stuff pile.

"Nigel, I'm sorry for the mess. I was in a rush this morning. I hope you don't mind." Regis explained.

"Oh, it's alright I understand," said Nigel.

Regis quickly rushed about tidying things up and making up Nigel's and his own bed. He made the room somewhat tidy for his efforts. Nigel sat down on a chair and watched as Regis cleaned with a patient smile on his muzzle.

After a while, Regis had finished his tidying and was standing in the centre of the room surveying his handy work. Nigel jumped up and approached the dire wolf.

"You are so good to me Regis," said the fox as he hugged the dire wolf.

Regis returned the hug and stroked the fox's head fur. Soon the embrace ended and they parted.

"Is that my bed?" asked Nigel pointing to the bed that had just been made up for him.

"Yes," said Regis.

"Good, I'm going to t-take a nap. I-I’m a little tired," Nigel said.

Nigel took off his shirt and slid down his pants leaving on only his satin boxer shorts on. Regis couldn't help but stare at his slender vulpine body. His red and white fur was in the traditional fox pattern. He had black sock markings on his hand and feet paws with black paw pads. His reynard tail had white fur at its tip.

Nigel slipped himself under the covers and rolled onto his side facing the wall. He covered himself up with the bed covers burying himself completely under them but leaving a fold for cool air near where his muzzle was. 

"You know, I sniffed a very distinct scent back at the restaurant," said Nigel from under the covers.

"That Dragon needed to learn how to use soap," replied Regis.

"No, it wasn't him, it was a scent that reminds me of home," replied Nigel.

That didn't make any sense to the dire wolf. Ketchup, burgers, apple juice whatever did he mean?

The dire wolf booted up his laptop and decided to do some studying. The fox hadn't spoken for several minutes, so he made sure he was quiet. After a while, Regis needed to visit the men's room. He left his dorm room not bothering to close the door behind him. The communal bathroom was just on the other side of the building, and he would be back soon.

A short while later Regis was walking back down the corridor to his room. He slowed down as he drew closer trying to not make too much noise as Nigel might be asleep. As he reached his open door, he peered inside his dorm room to check on his friend. Nigel was still in bed. Regis was about to slowly pad back in, but movement caught his eye.

The bed cover was moving near were Nigel's crotch would be. Regis's mouth went dry. He knew what that meant immediately. The soft panting coming from under the covers only confirmed it. Nigel was masturbating. Regis had an instinct to shut the door, but he stopped himself. Regis didn't want to interrupt him and draw attention to himself. He froze as a murmur was coming from under the covers.

"Oh, I need a touch and clutch," Nigel murmured to himself.

The dire wolf stood in the doorway motionless. He watched as Nigel continued to fondle himself under the covers. The fox was covered entirely, but lumps and movements of the bedspread showed he had at least one hand paw between his legs stroking his cock back and forth.

"Yes, Mr Paw," Nigel muttered to his imaginary lover.

The fox was very vocal. Regis didn’t call his hand paw Mr Paw when he touched himself. The dire wolf knew he should leave him to it, but Nigel's soft cries and pillow talk was like a hook keeping him there. It soon became too awkward to just go as he had seen and heard so much already.

"You're slick and wet now, Mr Paw," Nigel mumbled to 'Mr Paw'.

Regis could now hear the slick sounds of flesh against flesh. Suddenly the fox stopped pumping. Movement under the cover betrayed what he was doing. Under the covers, Nigel sniffed and huffed then the slick noises of a tongue lapping across paw pads came from under the blanket. The dire wolf was hard as a rock, but he couldn't paw off in the hallway. The fox's motions continued as Nigel slipped his now well-licked paw back between his legs. He was getting really into it now thrusting his hips into his oscillating paw. His cry's had increased in volume too.

"Squeeze that knot," said Nigel.

The dire wolf flinched and looked down the hall. He turned back to see that Nigel had gone stiff. The fox let out a pleasured cry. He must be cumming the dire wolf thought. Several moments later Regis could see the fox's hand paw move up towards where his muzzle must be. He was still covered so the dire wolf could only guess, but then slick slurps came from under the covers. The fox was licking and sucking on the paw he had just used to get off with.

With the last murmur of Mr Paw, Regis knew he had to leave. Regis turned away from Nigel. He was now feeling self-conscious about his erection. It was true Regis lusted after his friend, but the dire wolf didn't want to be a sleaze and take advantage of him. Perhaps he felt Nigel was more innocent than he was and he didn't want to corrupt him. Maybe Nigel wasn't as much of a prude as he had thought.

Still, Regis needed to be gentle. He couldn't risk walking in on him again. The dire wolf would have to broach the subject carefully. As he would soon find out that would not be easy.

Sometime later Regis was back in his dorm room. Nigel was sitting on his bed and was dressed in his clothes again. Regis was searching around in his draws.

"I've got to tell my parents and pack my bags," said Nigel as his tail waved behind him.

"I'll be happy to drive you since my class was cancelled, but I just got something I want to cover first. Since we're living together we need a signal that can tell me when you want to be left alone," said Regis.

"Why is that?" asked Nigel.

Regis pulled out a black lanyard from his desk drawer and placed it next to Nigel.

“Just put this lanyard on the doorknob for when... when you want some time to yourself. Er... like with Mr Paw,” said Regis.

The dire wolf noticed his error as soon as the fox’s expression dropped. Why did he have to say Mr Paw? He would have got away with it if he had said pawing off, masturbating or jerking it but he had to use those exact words. It was made worse by the way he repeated the words Mr Paw, just like Nigel had murmured them to himself.

"Do you catch me masturbating? I-I’m sorry, but I haven't had a touch and clutch in weeks! My dad keeps popping in my room randomly to lecture me about my faggotry. I kept getting random erections," stated Nigel in a near frantic pace.

Regis opened his mouth to speak but...

"I’m so sorry! I was hoping you had your own washroom. I didn’t want to do it in the communal bathroom. It's much more comfortable on a bed a-and I thought you w-would be gone for a while and it wouldn’t take too long." continued Nigel.

“Relax! I didn’t see anything you were covered. I didn’t want to interrupt you.” said the dire wolf.

Getting Nigel used to campus life was going to be harder than Regis had thought.