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Long time no see! Or better, no posting. I'm very sorry for my inactivity the past few months, I have no justification for that TwT To make amend, here's a story I have written a... I'm actually not sure when I wrote it. Still, it is an interesting concept, and used some character-types not usually seen, I might say.

I hope you will enjoy it and that you will express your appreciation through a fave, a vote or a comment!

All my thanks go to my editor in chief and love Gritou!

"While these studies pioneered the advent of sexology as an academical and scientific subject, it was only with Alfred Kinsey and his work that serious efforts were made to fully understand furs sexuality." Hunter rumbled to his class, as he paced in front of the big blackboard stating with elegant calligraphy WELCOME TO SEXOLOGY 401.

The crowd he was lecturing was an assorted amalgam of big jocks, feminists of varying degree of butchness and normal kids. Of those three categories, only the last one was in for serious studying, as the jocks were in for the hopes of sex lessons and an easy mark while the feminists were expecting some anti phallocracy and liberation message in his lectures.

One particular squirrel was glaring at him from the third row, arms crossed on her petite bosom as he continued his introduction to the class. Hunter chalked her as belonging to the group that had expected a female professor due to his gender neuter name, and that had been most offended to find a muscled, 50-ish Pitbull in tweed jacket.

"She probably drop out." The young associate professor thought as he went on to summarize the decades after the Kinsey reports. It hardly bothered him, as each year he had a good number of drop outs thanks, mostly, to those young minds underestimating his field of expertise; fortunately, many more grew attracted to it, which meant that his class remained comfortably in the middle of the two digit numbers.

The red-furred dog really didn't blame the kids for that. Most of them were still young, out of high schools, their minds full of chemicals that messed with their thoughts; which lead to be attracted to sexology for many different reasons. Some were still finding their identity, and hopefully the young glaring rodent would find hers and decide to retake the class in the future.

"_Probably she'll reconsider once she discovers I'm gay."_He chuckled to himself as he talked about the foundation of theMasters and Johnson Institute. Hunter didn't really flaunt his sexual preference, but he wasn't hiding it either, and sooner or later those attending his class would discover it. The little factoid made his maleness less oppressive for furs like her and more bearable, which always amused him.

His golden eyes scanned the faces of the students, mentally noting down who seemed interested and who looked as if he/she wanted to dart out of the room as soon as possible. The ratio turned out to be largely in his favor, which stroked his ego awesomely: he feared the day when he would turn from the cool hunky professor into a decrepit, sleep-inducing one.

"... And this concludes our first lesson. Next one we will delve in the basics before tackling the classics." The Pitbull announced and, looking at his clock, happily observed that he had finished a quarter of hour ahead, as he had planned. He continued amiably, a warm smile on his long muzzle.

"For the moment, I know it's the end of your first day. Class is dismissed!" Hunter declared, steering excitement in the crowd before continuing. "For your information, there are modules ready on my desk for those who wants to drop out. I won't harbor hard feelings if you do."

That said, the reddish fur stepped to seat his massive frame at his desk, grabbing a stack of undergrad's reports to study them. His uncropped ears flicked slightly as he watched the squirrel girl grab a module on her way out, but she was the only to do that which pleased the professor, letting a small smile curl on his black lips.

That smile thinned a bit as another student approached his desk, this time a tall, thin bull wearing a hoodie, his short horns appearing under its rim. The Pit had noticed him during the lesson, being quiet on one of the highest rows, looking at him as he took notes on a small notebook; all in all, the kind of student he liked, serious and attentive. A real pity that he had to lose him so soon, and a serious sign that something was wrong with his teaching.

Hunter concentrated on the report at paw as to distract himself from bad thoughts. Maria had done a nice analysis on the practice of anilingus among the heterosexual population, and the Pitbull immersed himself for a few minutes in it, pausing just at the end of the page to glance over the classroom.

His ears jumped a bit at the surprise of not finding himself alone, the bovine still there, shuffling on his hooves just in front of the desk and not even trying to grab the piece of paper, his paws clenching his bag pack. He looked young and immensely shy, looking smaller than he was thanks to his hunched posture that conveyed a feeling of awkwardness in his height. Like the student felt he needed to be shorter than he was.

"May I help you?" The Pit asked, resting the report on the table as he clasped his paws together, trying to put a friendly face on. Not that was particularly difficult, he liked to help his students out after all and he had a naturally friendly attitude, despite the stereotypes that plagued his people's fame.

"P-professor Arschficker, i-if it's possible I-I would like to t-talk with you." The bull stammered a bit, his small bovine ears making the hood move a bit. The boy really looked nervous, which elicited a strong urge of hug him in the Pitbull; not having kids, he tended to express his fatherly instincts with his students.

"My father was Professor Arschficker. Please, call me Hunter." The red canine used the old joke with his most charming and calming smile, all in attempt to make the young student at ease. "I have time for a chat, yours was my last class of the day."

"T-thank you Profes- Hunter, sir." The bovine corrected himself, still using an honorific; apart from that, he did look calmer thanks to the friendly demeanor of the Pitbull; many had the impression that being a stout and mean-looking dog meant being mean for real, and such impression was even stronger when associated with him.

"I'm sorry, but I still haven't memorized the names of the class. Not that my memory is that good in the first place." The Pit chuckled, playing around his age. "What is your name?"

"J-Justin, sir." The other answered right away, one brown paw fiddling with his backpack still. He had stopped shuffling, though, and seemed less scared now that they had started talking, which was a good sign.

"Nice to meet you, Justin. So, what do you want to talk about?" Hunter politely asked, even if he had already got a hint on the motives of the young bull. A student had very few reasons to see him at the start of the semester, one of them being the most frequent.

"Well, my counselor told me I could approach you about... about..." The poor brown furred boy didn't manage to finish his phrase, his skin turning red around his pink nostrils. The Pit knew perfectly why the counselor sent the bull to him, and that needed a change of place.

"I understand the issue, Justin. But better talk in my office, where we can have proper privacy." The professor smiled, one thumb pointing at the door and at the furs passing in the corridor. Surely they couldn't hear their conversation from there, especially when they were talking in such soft tones, but this was more to put the young bull at ease than anything else.

"Y-yes sir. I-I can c-come back on another day..." The student plunged back in his previous state, taking his words in the wrong way, head lowered and back hunched in resignation.

"Nonsense, Justin! As I said, I have time. Come with me!" The Pitbull exclaimed as he stood up, quickly gathering the medium sized pile of papers and padding out of the classroom. With no choice left, the bovine followed him as they started to navigate the corridors, his demeanor making him look like he was the smaller one of the two.

On the contrary, Justin must have been one foot taller than the professor, and in such measurement the horns didn't play any role since they were slightly curled and poking just a few inches over the head. The bovine seemed to weight the same as the Pitbull, though, which meant that he had a lithe figure unusual for someone of his kind, making the muscled dog look even bigger in comparison; that must play a role in his shyness, so, knowing all too well how those issues could be incapacitating, he turned to chat with his student as they approached his office.

"You are a freshman, are you not?" He asked more for the sake of asking since it wasn't a piece of information hard to guess.

"Y-yes, i-it's my first year." The other replied, jumping at the sudden question.

"Are you liking our university so far?" The canine continued, just two corridors away from their destination. He was putting all the warmth he could muster in his words, and the bull seemed to be effected by that as he was stuttering less and less.

"Y-yes, everyone is so friendly a-and I feel like I could... be myself." Justin answered, his words carrying weight. The Pitbull sure knew what he was talking about, having attended university in a less happy period he knew how liberating it was to finally be able to shed away the masks.

"Which leads to our talk." He chuckled heartily, stopping in front of the door that boldly declared the Pit as the owner of the room beyond it. Shuffling the reports to one paw to the other, he got the key out of his pocket and opened the door, gesturing the taller fur to get inside. "Please, feel free to sit wherever you want."

Justin mumbled a thank you as he got inside, his hooded head turning to visually explore the new environment. It wasn't a big office, but not small either, with room enough for libraries, a smallish desk and a comfy couch on one side. The red furred dog had long since picked up the habit to work and write on the couch, hence the small size of his table.

"Can I sit here, sir?" The hunched bull pointed to the black leather piece of furniture, a choice that was met with the big toothy smile only Pitbulls could give.

"Of course, it is way more comfortable for the both of us!" Hunter grinned, quickly locking the door behind him and tossing the pile of reports on the desk without much grace. The bovine had taken his seat, backpack out of the way and one of his legs moving in nervousness; understandably so, considering what its owner was going to do.

"N-nice office sir." Justin remarked while still using the honorific, his short tufted tail swishing besides him. His comment sounded genuine to his ears, which was a good thing since it showed that the bovine wasn't a complete nervous wreck.

"Thanks! It took lots of time to get it right." Hunter said as he let himself fall besides the bull, the couch complaining just slightly; it was a sturdy thing by necessary, he wasn't fat but still got some nice weight on him. "So, the counselor sent you for getting some advices about being gay."

The other fur tensed at the last word and tried to get himself smaller by reaction, but immediately relaxed, nodding in agreement; probably he needed such a straightforwardness, having someone say it in your place. Hunter sure understood that. "She pointed you out a-and I was surprised t-that..."

"That I am gay? You wouldn't be as surprised if you went to that lion of the English department!" The Pitbull chuckled, thinking of the flamboyish lion whose every move screamed his sexuality. Not that there was nothing wrong, it was interesting to study from afar.

"W-well yes-I mean no - I mean, I was surprised that my professor is... is... gay." The brown bovine finally managed to say that word, softly, as if he couldn't believe himself for saying it.

"That is a surprise, indeed." The Pit nodded, pleased to hear that the tabby had enrolled in his class before knowing this key information. "I want you to know that I am here to answer any question and that I will be always available if you need to talk."

"T-thank you, sir. I-I... it's just that my hometown isn't that big a-and that i-it's the first time I-I ever talked to another... Homosexual." Justin said all of that in one breath, the dams that had been keeping his secret broken now and letting his feelings free. He even lowered his hood, exposing his brown furred head and his horns, as if he wanted to mark him coming out in a physical way. The Pitbull nodded but stayed silent, not yet making physical contact as it seemed the ruminant wasn't yet in need of that.

"I-I have hidden that part of me m-my whole life, fearing w-what it would happen i-if..." This time, the bovine didn't finish, but there was no need to add more. Hunter had heard similar stories often enough to know how much courage it could take when leaving in such environment.

"It's okay, you don't have to justify yourself." The canine reassured, grabbing the other's knee to give it a soothing squeeze. The bull didn't retreat nor reacted badly, some tension actually going away; as much as the situation stressed him, he seemed confident enough to not shy away from physical contact. It was a good sign of his mental fortitude.

"I-I know. I was surprised when I saw how many f-freely reveal their sexuality here. I-it made me think, and the counselor was pretty o-open and..." The cute ruminant was loosening up quite quickly now, maybe because the protracted contact with the Pit was calming him down. Hunter couldn't stop a smile at seeing how well this was going.

"College is a welcoming place, especially nowadays. But you shouldn't feel like you have to do the same, take your time." Hunter stressed the point; he had seen too many going wild thanks to newly found freedom, and many more burning the steps feeling that they needed to be up to date with others.

"I-I know sir, that's why I went to the counselor and you." The student replied with a wavering smile; he seemed to be a smart kid, since the smart move was to seek some support, either by going to older people or seeking a group of students. He was also leaning more on the dog, pressing his side against his, something that the professor noted down for later.

"Good. You want to know anything in particular? I can direct you to the local LGBT group, or ..." Hunter offered, wanting to know that particular information. He was always open to give any help to the students, and no one had ever complained the way he was treated.

"J-just talking is good. I had to psych myself just for that!" Justin mooed, laughing a bit, his ears flicking a bit.

"I understand; it was quite the same for me." The Pit rumbled, remembering the old times, how hard it had been back then.

"Y-you do sir?" The brown bovine sounded quite surprised, though he couldn't blame him. It had taken him quite a lot to be so confident, and he always hadn't been that imposing either.

"Oh yes! When I came to college my only contact with something remotely gay was the sports magazines I used to... Well..." The Pitbull grinned at the naughty implication, getting an embarrassed moo from the younger male who still let him leave his big paw on his knee.

"Internet's amazing for that." The bull admitted, adding quickly more. "For other stuff too! I do have some virtual friends who knows I'm gay."

"The luxuries of modern times... Internet was just getting started back then!" The muscled canine admitted his oldness quite easily. He knew that he looked still quite hot, and that he was still young! The way the thinner fur eyed him was quite a stroke to his ego too.

"I guess... So you went to a professor to talk?" The ruminant asked, eyes sparkling with curiosity so uncharacteristically for his species.

"No, the teachers didn't give a dime about us back then." Hunter snorted, remembering some of his old (and homophobic) professors. "It was my roommate, Randy."

"Did it take a lot of time?" The tall bull kept asking, now so at ease that his stammer had disappeared completely, his tail staying still in a confident way.

"Somewhat. We became fast friends, and after a month or so I came out to him." The Pit reminisced, his mind going back to those years. "Lucky for me, he was accepting. Even more, he wanted to experiment..."

"I-is that true? You got together with R-randy?" The student asked earnestly, getting closer to his professor, his not-so-small paws resting on the dog's ample tight.

"Not together-together, he was bi-curious after all. But he did help me practice a lot." He rumbled, his pants growing a bit tighter at the memories.

"I wish my roommate was the same..." Justin's tone was dreamy, a good sign that his roommate was quite the catch. His own jeans were tenting too, which comforted the Pit since he it made it less shameful to be horned up like that; in fact, if he moved his paw a bit up he could grope that bulge... And the bovine's own paws weren't too far from his...

"Why not? You can never know! Everyone experiments in university." The Pitbull had seen that true in his many years in academia... And from his studies on the subject of situational sexuality.

"I d-doubt the quarterback of the football team would... You know." The thinner fur blushed and laid on the back of the couch, his paws shying away now. His nostrils were flaring, a sign of agitation from bovine... But that would also mean he was smelling his canine musk.... Idea that was supported by how his eyes were fixed on the library next to them.

"You'll never know... Randy was quarterback and liked to take a good knot under his tail..." The Pit confessed, getting back the bull's attention. His cock ached in his underwear now that he had recalled the beautiful, ample rump of his ex roommate, and probably something similar was happening in the student's pants too...

"R-really?" The brown furred male seemed dumbfounded, his eyes getting that glint that only daydreaming give. Hunter wonder what he was thinking now, and that maybe he was going a bit too far, but since the other seemed not to mind...

"Yeah, jocks tend to be very curious! You should approach him." The Pit poked him, quite literally, feeling that it could help the younger man. "Maybe dropping a hint or two... Nothing too open."

"B-but sir... I don't know how to do that, a-and I am clueless on how... how..." The bovine looked frustrated, shying further away and keeping his eyes lowered now, his tail twitching. He was looking cuter than ever, and in need of needed self-respect, and there was only one way to do that...

"Well, if you want to practice, you can do that with me." The red dog chuckled, pulling bull closer to him with one paw on his shoulder as the other male looked at him in shock. "If you want, of course."

"B-but you are my professor, isn't this...?" Justin asked, quite surprised at the proposal but not trying to pull away. The Pit grinned devilishly, letting his lust show a bit.

"Oh yes, it is prohibited. But they won't ever find out... they never do." The canine still grinned knowingly. Many students had gone through his office, for various reasons, and not one of those that he had fooled around with ever spilled the beans; they were all too grateful that the Pitbull had initiated them to sex, after all.

"But... Well, uhm... well..." The bull's eyes darted each way, but especially on the professor's body and the apparent tent in his pants, his own one still being there, bigger than ever. Hunter knew the kids, and he knew that the bovine wouldn't refuse the offer, so...

"If you don't find me attractive, or you don't want to take the offer..." The Pitbull rumbled, started pulling away. There had been some that had refused, however rarely that happened, but he had discovered those that accepted got very confident afterwards.

He was about to stand up when a big brown paw caught his arm, stopping him in his track, the bull looking as shy as ever but also determinate. "I would like to get sex lessons from you, sir." Justin said, stammer disappeared completely now.

"Well good. First lesson, kissing." Hunter said, leaning on the bovine and grabbing his head with his paws as he pulled him in a kiss. It was just a perk on the lips at first, the younger man still kind of shocked, followed by a canine wide tongue pressing against wide lips; that didn't last long, as those lips opened up almost immediately, accepting the offer as they both slide on the couch, the dog setting over the taller fur.

Justin didn't panic and actually played along well, his arms circling the wide waist of the Pit as he got submerged by the hunky mass. The professor knew better than weighting completely on his partner, even though the bull could take it easily, letting his arms and knees keep most of it from crushing the fur under him. It still made so that their bodies rubbed together, his trapped cock pressing against the bull's stomach and letting him know how aroused he was.

Not that it stopped him from taking mental notes, after all he was teaching! His student was groping his back and bottom in the right way, not too strongly to hurt nor too lightly that it was barely felt, in the way someone conscious of his strength did. From someone that was getting his first taste of sex, that was surely promising; the big paws focused on his butt a lot, which was another good thing, he sure liked when his bottom was played with.

The bull wasn't bad a kissing either, for an amateur. Sure, it was not a perfect kiss, but that was chalked down it being the first the student had ever given, at least to another male; the teeth were too present, and in his eagerness he pushed his head too forward and almost bumped it with the Pit's, but he was a quick learner, always careful with his horns, and as the minutes went he tended to do less of that.

Hunter played with the wide tongue for a good while, showing the fur under him how to kiss. It was a delicate art, where you had to engage the other's tongue in a fiery battle, retreating at some points, pushing forward in others. The bull was eager to explore the professor's own mouth and he let him, knowing that he had all the time to do the same later.

All in all, it was a pleasant make out session, nothing too hasty or passionate, at least on the Pit's part. He had learned that the first approach must be at the student's pace, not his own, letting the other set the speed he wanted and going along with it; sometimes, that was quick and naughty, sometimes slow and sexy.

This time was the second choice, which he didn't mind. It still pushed his buttons have a younger and inexperienced fur lapping at his tongue, keeping his cock hard and nice as they kept kissing, the room filled with the soft sounds of lips smacking together. The Pit started rocking a bit, rubbing their members against each other and eliciting moans from Justin, not strong enough to stop their kissing but still noticeable.

Then, fearing that the other would cum just from that, he stopped, raising a bit so that only a trail of saliva connect their muzzle, before falling on the wide muzzle of the brown bull. Hovering over the laying male, he winked, pressing his nether parts against the taller body. "Now, for the next part, we should get naked."

"Yes sir!" The ruminant enthusiastically mooed, already grabbing the hem of his hoodie even while he had the bulky professor still on top of him. He stopped after the dog planted a kiss on his lips, some red appearing around his nostrils.

"Give me time to free you, Justin! You can stand up to undress." The Pitbull guided him, rolling just after finishing and getting on a sit position, exactly the same spot he had occupied previously. The bovine was slower to follow, his tail twitching from excitement, looking like he was dizzy with arousal; which probably he was, maybe even on the verge of cumming Hunter judged.

The student took a couple of seconds to breath freely before standing up, shaking a bit on his legs. That vision pleased the muscled dog, knowing how he could turn a man like that with just a kiss; he still focused his attention on the bovine now standing in the center of the room, paws on the hem but yet not pulling away the hoodie.

"H-here it comes sir." The younger male mooed as he got rid of his upper body clothes in one single movement, probably in an attempt to defeat the resurfacing anxiety. He could have done it a sexier way, sure, but that wasn't going to ruin the Pit's mood since it was their first lesson; the jeans and the slips got the same treatment, tossed on the floor and leaving the bull open to inquiry by the professor.

His instincts almost made him stand up and circle the boy to admire him from all angles, but such a professional behavior would have scared Justin; so the Pitbull stayed put for a few moments, taking in the details of the body in front of him as the bovine's tail looped up and about. He didn't stop smiling as he got notes in his head, nodding with appreciation at what he was seeing.

Justin wasn't the bulkiest man the professor had ever seen despite his belonging to bullkind, but that was hardly a surprise. The bovine was a perfect example of twink, lean brown-furred body that wasn't toned but also not let to itself, no soft curves that would have made him mistaken as a girl with small boobs. That could mean he worked out, or, more probably, that his genes set him to have natural muscles without efforts.

Looking down his abs, his golden eyes bulged a bit at the sight of the bull's endowment. Taking in account prospective and the proportion, it was a good eight inches of dick with a diameter that stayed constant along the whole length that that, surely, looked leaner than it was; such a sight would have pushed him to kneel and worship such cock that very minute, but it wouldn't be good do that, ruining his image as an educator.

Instead, he jumped on his feet, paws carefully grabbing his jacket. "You look fine, Justin, and very much a big boy." He couldn't stop himself and stress "big" as he undressed in a more careful way, putting clothes on the desk one by one.

"T-thank you, sir." The younger fur replied as his eyes followed every movement, eating his impressive Pit pecs once they were revealed. Hunter prided himself for being one of the very few professors still fit, hitting the gym regularly with often a small crowd of admirers hovering around him.

"You'll make your roommate very happy with your... wand." The professor chuckled at the euphemism as he was busy getting rid of his Italian shoes and his pants. He made sure to bend as he grabbed a small bottle, so that the other noticed he was wearing a jockstrap, as he often did daily liking the freedom those items of clothing gave him. The gasp he heard made his ears flick with satisfaction as he turned to pad back to the couch.

"I-I am not even sure he is bi..." Justin said, continuing the conversation despite his eyes were fixed on the big bulge covered by a thin layer of cloth.

"One look at your baton and he will be." The Pitbull assured the other male as he sat back, putting the lube aside for the moment as he prepared to give the first assignment. "Now, you are going to suck my cock, in whichever way you like."

The bull nodded hungrily, covering the very short distance and dropping on his knees between the thick tights of the dog. That part was always a bit tricky, not all of students liked to chew on his juicy bone after all; it still was an integral to how he established the teacher-student relationship. Justin, however, wasn't complaining as he got his muzzle close to the bulge, inhaling the musk coming out of there.

That was a positive note, as it showed the horned student was eager to experience new things; he even pressed his muzzle on the dog's crotch, nuzzling the trapped cock as a thirsty bull nuzzle the bottle of milk, always being careful not to stab him with his horns. Hunter let him do that, as he had said he wasn't going to direct him, more so when the start was promising. The feeling was pleasurable enough and stirred his arousal to some heights, and probably would have got him restless if the light touch of a paw didn't land on his stomach, searching for the band of his jockstrap.

He rumbled as he felt the air hit the raw meat of his exposed cock, the bovine gasping once again as he saw it; understandably so, since it was a good, pure doghood, seven inches and a half of meat that made all bitches moan once in them. His new protégée looked at it mesmerized as it bounced on the flat, red furred stomach, his own cock jumping between his legs.

"You are big sir!" Justin exclaimed, the air hitting his dick promising heat and warmness.

"Don't worry, I will make sure it won't hurt you." The professor reassured, knowing from experience that there was a certain amount of preparation needed to take his pride and joy. The lube he bought was the best one for such task, and he wouldn't get all rough in the first lessons so the bull would be fine.

"It's okay, my Knotty Fiend is almost as big..." The bull breathed, basking in the musk before sticking his tongue out, cutting short the snarky remark of his professor. What came from the Pit's long muzzle was a sigh as the wide ribbon of flesh passed over his sensible meat, the slight friction sending bolts of pleasure down his spine.

As many first timers, Justin took his time in exploring the throbbing tool in front of him, his tongue going over each inch of doghood, tracing the pulsing veins; his nose twitched as a spurt of pre almost hit his bovine muzzle, but that didn't stop him, on the contrary, made him renew his efforts, licking away the clear liquid as he covered the cock with his saliva.

The Pitbull rested his back to the couch, enjoying the careful licking his tool was being subjected to, crossing his arms behind his head; bulls had a huge advantage in licking thanks to their huge tongues, but his student was already proving to be an excellent licker even within his own species. Not to the level to make his cum just for that, and it didn't mean that his abilities passed to sucking too...

"Time for more serious oral, Justin." The Pit suggested, stopping the knelt bull as he was just getting to the pointy tip. The younger male just nodded, reverently grabbing the canine hard-on and giving it a good squeeze and jerk, mandatory things for someone who had been used only to his own cock in his paw, eliciting a moan from his professor.

The moan deepened as the brown-furred boy dived in, mouth wide open as he angled and swallowed a good deal of cock. A bit too sudden, in fact, as the bull pulled away coughing, gag reflex in full action, the sudden warmth around his cock disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. It was an amateurish mistake, but nothing that bothered Hunter; in fact, it was a proof of the virginity of his student.

"Take it easy. Real life isn't porn; you can't swallow everything in one go!" Hunter explained using a soft and encouraging tone, one big paw descending to caress the younger man's head between his horns. The bull seemed resolved and took the words by heart, timidly opening his mouth again and taking just a few inches of cock before stopping, the rest and the knot being covered by one of his genuinely big paws

This time the wet warmth remained, tantalizing and wrapping his cock in such a delicious way. Justin tongue didn't rest still but explored the hot rod, poking it in places and teasing his cumhole, stimulating the nerves there. Then, the bovine started moving his head, keeping exploring and moving his tongue, the red thing darting out of his mouth from time to time.

It wasn't the best blowjob ever, but it was still pretty decent work for someone that was trying cock for the first time, especially since Justin kept his tongue moving; many students thought that bobbing their head was just enough. Not the ruminant, who was doing a marvelous number on the thick doggiehood, even managing to make the professor rumble in pleasure; even his wide teeth making contact with his sensible flesh didn't stop the pleasure, more so since they proved to be isolated incidents.

Hunter didn't give any direction, once again leaving the ruminant freedom. The valuation was looking good for his new student, especially since he was slowly getting more and more cock in his muzzle while still jerking the part left outside with his paws as if he was milking the hunky academic. He had kept his paw on his head as an encouragement, his other one going to his nipple just to keep it busy as he watched his red pridehood being worshiped.

Enough time of this and the Pitbull would have come, but that wasn't in his plans. Eyeing the dripping bullhood, he moved his paw so to cup the bovine's chin, stopping him and letting his cock feel out of that warm mouth, the tool resting full of saliva on his stomach.

"It's time for the next part. Please let me stand up." The Pit asked, the student eagerly obliging and standing up for himself. Justin's tail swished as the older fur grabbed the previously discarded bottle of lube, and even more when the dog squirted some of the clear substance on his thick digits.

"Are you going to...?" The blush stopped him to complete the question, but it was clear what he meant. His cock didn't lose any hardness but it looked like he was a bit afraid of taking such a big cock, despite his earlier claims.

"No, not yet. This is for me." Hunter chuckled as his paw went to his back, diving between his big cheeks and pressing against the sensitive stub hole.

"You want me to fuck you?!" The disbelief was clear in the young student's voice, that and arousal at the thought of fucking such a hot piece of ass. The red dog grunted as his fingers swiftly wormed inside his ass, taking two of them from the get-go thanks to his constant training of his back passage.

"Indeed, it is always fun to get some backdoor attention." He smirked as he slowly spread his hole. That was a partial truth, since it was just the next step of his first lesson: gaining the student's trust and admiration through the act of being penetrated. Plus, it was fun.

"T-thank you, sir!" The bovine replied, his eyes hungrily eating the vision of the buff professor stretching his ass with so much ease and eagerness. The Pit had studied extensively the effect of watching a buffer male subjected to penetrative acts, and the results were quite clear on how much that was arousing; the studies told how the arousal was augmented by seeing the penetrated subject's own arousal, the exact situation Hunter was.

"Now, show me what you got Justin." The Pitbull rumbled, getting back his fingers. He didn't need much to be prepared back then, and the many years of anal debauchery had thought him that he personally liked to stay a bit tighter. Plus, he wasn't going to cum yet, and a bit of discomfort would help.

"How do you want me to... fuck you, sir?" The other asked, eyeing the bubble butt. That was a serious question, and it was kind of his student to ask for his preference... He had been burning for a good missionary rutting, but maybe for the first time it was better trying something else... Something that required him to move less...

"Well, Justin, I will lay here and see what you want to do with my ass." He winked, padding to the couch, brushing his body against the bull's as he passed and making sure his ass looked bouncer as ever. He laid face down on the couch, the springy thing comfortably accepting his body, one paw going to maneuver his cock so it wouldn't stick in weird positions.

His ears flicked as they followed the deep thuds of the bovine's hooves as he put his arms under his chin as a comfortable pillow. The couch moaned as it got extra weight on it, the professor feeling Justin's presence behind him and subconsciously spreading his legs a bit, propping his ass up.

"Don't forget to put some lube on your cock." The Pit instructed, waiting patiently for the action to begin. Maybe it was a very simple thing, but it was amazing the number of furs that didn't do that before sticking his cock inside an ass.

"Already did that sir!" The student's answer came from behind him. Content to hear that, Hunter just relaxed, wanting to enjoy the ride as much as possible; knowing youngsters, he was soon getting that bull dick in him, its length spreading his ass in such a delicious way... Something that he hadn't got for a while.

A sigh escaped it when he felt the wide tip being pressed against his sensible hole; he pushed his butt up by reflex, his pucker opening up to the intrusion naturally as the ruminant over him grunted loudly at his first taste of manly ass. The Pit faintly remembered how that had felt, but for the moment he didn't care to reminiscence as he had to be ready to get down notes on the bull's performance.

Justin didn't rush things, as many virgins would, and didn't shove his entire cock inside the red dog; that would have hurt even if he had a smaller dick. The bovine took his time instead, pushing steadily forward, his long bullhood disappearing slowly in that musky tunnel; he should have done that more gradually, sure, not all bottoms were as trained as Hunter... But that was why he was schooling him sex after all, so that he learned.

The professor sighed once the tip brushed against his sensible prostate and went past it. Usually he preferred girth over length, and this time he was proven correct once again on this piece of data as the boy's cock stimulated his ass, stretching his internal muscles in a nice way, his own lonely dick throbbing and preeing beneath him. He shuddered when he felt the student's balls resting against his paw-grabbed cheeks, the male over him firmly hilted in his ass and basking in that pleasure.

Then, slowly at first, the bull moved in the laying dog's ass. Hunter fully relaxed as he was taken, focusing on the feelings and sensation from his hole as he got pounded, relishing in what that cock brought each time that long pole entered and exited his ass. He doubted that he would came just by that, after all it took very special conditions for him to be able to without touching himself, but the whole experience would make him aroused more and more with each thrust, arousal that would be used for later.

The familiarity of being fucked was a cozy pleasure for him, the motion and grunts of man-on-man sex music to his tall ears. Justin wasn't making a shabby work of it, having youth and inexperience as a justification for his shortcomings; he tended to move little beside in and out, not trying to variate his thrusts. The size of his tool kept the overall experience positive, though nature's gifts wouldn't be enough all the time.

The Pitbull's body stiffened when he felt the bovine laying completely over him, but just briefly as he relaxed once again; it felt good to have a male covering him, and hearing Justin moo and grunt in his hear. The relative change of position meant a different angle of attack and a renewal of pleasure for the red furred male, which was duly noted positively; the student wouldn't need much lessons on changing positions during one sex encounter.

The ruminant's vocalization increased exponentially while he thrust inside the professor, a telltale sign that he was getting pretty close to his climax; that didn't surprised Hunter, after all he was a young man having his first time, a factor that didn't play well for endurance. Of course, he wasn't there yet, but it was as planned, the lesson wouldn't finish just yet.

"Sir, I-I'm close!" The younger fur breathed the warning, probably concerned that he wouldn't like cum in his hole; while he didn't have problems with it, it was good for him to remember or even asking since not all partners would love some bull spunk.

"Go on Justin, cum in my ass." The Pit answered, a moan escaping as he said that. No reply came from the brown bull, not until he cried out his orgasm as he thrust his whole cock one last time, hilting it completely and depositing a good load in his mentor. The dog just laid there, enjoying the feeling of cum being pumped in his ass and accepting the collapsing bovine, giving some minutes of respite to the gasping fur.

While he waited through the other man's afterglow, Hunter examined his performance under every light. The student had lacked of imagination and initiative, but that wasn't such a bad note after all; he had been very caring of the bottom, which was a high note. He had left the dog with a ranging boner and the crave for more, which was also a good indication of his skills; now he had to use his pent-up arousal for the final part of the lesson.

"Justin." He called out, turning ever so slightly to somewhat face the other fur.

"Yes sir?" The exhausted male answered quickly, looking quite awake even after cumming.

"This was the first time you came today, yes?" Hunter asked, lewdly pushing back against the younger man's crotch. He could feel that he was still hard and in need, spearing the older fur even after cumming; he couldn't decide if that was because of the short reload time all youths shared or because the student was that horned up. Further data would be needed.

The bull didn't answer right away but the professor could see that he was, for some reasons, embarrassed by that, even though he should be past it since he was balls-deep in the other male. "Y-yes, I didn't have time to... Paw off..." The younger male confessed, and the Pit bet that he was blushing too.

"Good. Could you please descend from me? We have to get to the next part." The Pitbull requested with a chuckle. In his youth he could have lifted away the bull... Probably, but those days had passed and he needed to be careful with weights after all.

"Sure! Sorry!" Justin apologized without much real reason to, clumsily putting his paws on the couch and getting off the red canine, extracting his cock with one smooth movement. The sudden emptiness was almost painful for the older fur, his hole gaping and letting out a trickle of cum before closing up; that didn't, of course, kill his boner, as he happily showed as he sprung on his foot immediately after his student.

"You have lots of potential as a top, Justin! You can improve, but you have already a good start!" The professor gave out an early commentary on the performance as he quickly stretched his muscles. That poked his well-used hind parts too with a slight but satisfying discomfort; his legs popped a bit as he did that, his hard cock swinging in the air as a pair of bovine eyes followed it.

"T-thank you, sir!" The bovine exclaimed with a toothy smile, proud of hearing those words, his ears flicking contently.

"Now, if you can bend on the back of the couch... We are going to test your skills as a bottom!" The academic declared happily. He didn't ask if the other was keen or not at getting penetrated, the answer was clear after the previous confession of ownership of a dildo. Plus, he really needed to get a warm hole around his doghood.

"A-alright sir..." The bull agreed, padding to take position, elbows on the back of the couch and knees on the surface, so that his ass was a good 90°. The stiffness of his body and tail betrayed his nervousness, which would have made for an awkward rut... but that was coming later. And the bull's desire was clear since he kept his tail out of the way so not to be a hindrance

Striding behind the young man, Hunter put his paws on his back, gently prodding and massaging it as he examined it; it was a firm butt, one that could easily get bigger with some gym, though even now it would bounce happily at the rhythm of thrusts and look extremely lewd with a cock spearing it. "You have a fine piece of ass Justin." The Pitbull whistled, his need to fuck the student increasing but being kept back.

"Thank you siiiiiiiir!" The last word came out as a moo since a wet nose had been stuck against his hole, the Pit having dropped on his knees. The professor ignored it since he was intent in enjoying the musk of a young man, one of his favorite smells in the world; fortunately, the hole looked quite clean, which allowed him to give his student a very special treatment.

Without saying a word, paws gone to part those striped buttcheeks, he watched the winking hole before extending his long, slippery tongue to give it a good lick. He had a method for rimming, which was to start with quick licks that covered the whole pucker in saliva before moving the tip to the center, circling it and relaxing the muscle until it let the tongue inside.

The amount of time it took depended from individual to individual, and to how much the subject was relaxed and anally receptive. Some never relaxed, even after half an hour of such a treatment; others gave in almost immediately. Justin fell between the two extremes, the tenseness from the surprise taking a while to disappear; he didn't mind that as he focused on rimming, using his ribbon of flesh on the hole while his paws wandered to grope and massage what he could reach.

Still, the moans arrived, as predicted, when the bovine got used to have his hole prodded by a tongue, said muscle getting inside now that the student was relaxed. The big red paws brushed against his sensible and aroused bullhood as he started to rock his hips back, the frenzy of the bottom settling slowly upon him; the Pitbull sure knew to recognize that, both from having seen it and having experienced it himself. There was only one remedy.

Without stopping the licking, Hunter searched for the previously forgotten bottle of lube blindly, his right paw finding it jammed where the back of the couch met the rest of it. The application of the clear liquid proceeded without trouble, putting a good layer on it on his fingers before he was satisfied, his lips leaving the tongued hole with a loud smack.

He didn't leave time to the ruminant for complains as he was already pressing his middle finger against the sleek hole, letting the other know what was going to happen now. The digit didn't get inside immediately, the dog circling it in what was almost a massage, letting the pucker get used to the presence; meanwhile he kept his paw lightly groping on buttcheek, his eyes wandering to look at the man before him.

The professor was an advanced connoisseur of fur's body language during sex, thanks to his field of studies, bovines not being an exception. He knew how to recognize the telltale signs of a bull being ready to get a finger stuck in him, that particular angle of ears that was universal to all bovinedom. And so he pushed his finger forward only when he saw the ears settle in the familiar way besides the horns, the pucker accepting it without much problem so that he was knuckle deep in bent-over fur in no time.

Justin groaned at the penetration, but didn't lose any arousal as the Pit noticed when he grabbed his hard pole. Encouraged, the older fur started moving his digit inside the student, slowly at first, his other paw mimicking the pace on the trapped cock; his own pole was hard and pointing to the ceiling thanks to how good the student was behaving, thrashing a bit and even moving his own hips. He clearly loved getting anally stimulated, and showing that he did.

Soon he found himself adding one more finger after applying a bit more of lube, his digits fucking that tailhole with little efforts. The Pitbull made sure to use the tricks he had learned through the years, prodding the prostate hard one time, gently another, scissoring and rotating his fingers in the tabby's butt without forgetting to keep jerking the cock in his paw. But he also made sure not to bring his student to his climax, since it wasn't yet time to teach him the weird pleasure of being fucked during the afterglow.

Hunter pondered briefly if there was the need for more stretching, deciding immediately that more the better and jammed a third finger. It was safer to assume the bull hadn't taken anything as big as his cock, and three of his thick fingers roughly made up this dick's girth, meaning that the poor freshman wouldn't need to stretch more to accept it.

He started slowly again, after all he was shoving in three of his fingers, making extra sure that there was no pain involved in the act. The cock in his paw stayed positively hard though, and the bull kept moaning and pushing back, so his fingering reassumed the previous pace and movements, the bull's voice heightening every time they pressed against his prostate. The Pit knew that with skills he could make the student cum just with that, and it would have been interesting to do so.... If it wasn't the first lesson.

Sighing with regret mixed to anticipation, he retrieved his fingers, the ruminant's hole gaping open for a few seconds. Prodding brown-furred male's side with the previously cock-occupied paw, he made him turn as he grabbed the lube once again and applied it on his rock-hard pole. "You are going to ride me, Justin." The professor hissed, spreading the cool liquid on his pride and joy. The cowboy position was the best for beginners, since it gave them control on penetration and pace; that way, they could fuck themselves in whatever way they wished.

"Y-yes sir!" The other replied, getting up on unsteady hooves and leaving the couch free. His field knowledge told the Pit that the tall bull was almost on the brick to beg to be bred, as many bottoms were when faced with the hunky professor; that would come later, of course, for now he was all too content to let the student do all the work.

Hunter didn't add more words, he just laid down, the couch easily containing him even though his footpaws hanged over the void, his big pridehood resting sleek and ready on his tanned stomach, waiting for the promised hole. He winked at his student, using his sexiest grin to boot, and chuckled when he saw the bovine almost jump on the piece of furniture, leg going over his resting body as the taller fur put himself on top of the professor.

Justin stayed on his knees for just enough time to grab the angry red cock with his delicate and soft paw, angling it to point straight up to his winking tailhole. He could have been more playful and maybe jerk his pole for a bit, but it wasn't that kind of scenario after all, the mind of the student filled with the need of being fucked at this point. There was some sort of charm in such eagerness that was quite appealing, a good thing for a bottom.

The dog kept his cool when he felt the warmness of that pucker pressing against his pointy tip, but he couldn't keep the bark as that warmth started to envelop his cock bit by bit, the bull stopping just a moment for the surprise, ears flicking. The sudden scare didn't stop him for long as he renewed his efforts, mooing as his body dissented slowly, quite easily accepting the thick shaft inside him.

His thick length didn't lose any hardness during the ordeal, even jumping at the two thirds mark when the prostate got smashed; Justin just kept going, moaning increasing as he got that cock inside him, up until he pressed his balls against the dog's crotch, only the knot staying outside. That warm tightness elicited a moan from the muscled canine, the innards of the bull massaging his meat most nicely; he didn't buck his hips though, however much he wanted that, his attention going to his student's face.

The taller male's expression was a marvelous sight, mouth half open in a gasp, eyes lids half down as he savored the pleasure of having something thick and, for the first time, quite hot and alive embedded in his ass. As a frequent user of dildos he must have know that a greater pleasure laid in moving, and so the horned fur did, at first rocking gently his hips back and forth to search for the best stimulating position.

The movement was also pleasurable for the Pitbull, his cock getting a good treatment through it. The situation greatly improved once his protégée started to bounce on the meaty shaft, not by much at first, just a few inches, enough for the pointy tip to brush against his prostate; that, of course, increased the Pit's pleasure too, who at this point moaned without restrains, his paws going to grabbing lightly the narrow hips of the younger fur.

Justin picked up a good pace, moving up and down that canine thickness with different angles and to different lengths, changing to a simple rocking from time to time to break the monotony. The professor couldn't but approve of such a routine, one that didn't bore neither the bottom nor the top; ruminant's insides squeezed the penetrating shaft in the right way, not too much but enough to make it good, as the room was filled by their moans and the sounds of meat slapping against meat.

The student's dick swigged along with his movements, pre falling profusely on the dog's abs like drops of milky white rain on red earth. Justin seemed too lost in the particular pleasure to give attention to his own boner, but it would be near impossible for him to cum just by that and the Pitbull could feel his orgasm slowly, but steadily, approaching... and he sure knew better than leave his partner unsatisfied.

Grunting, he moved his right paw and wrapped it around the thick length, a moo of surprise escaping from the moving tabby. The professor didn't do much more than keep his paw there, with a somewhat strong grab, counting on the bovine to use it as a makeshift fleshlight; and so it went, the bouncing slightly changing so that the smaller male thrust in the calloused paw on the way up and out on the way back on the doggie cock, the pace growing exponentially now.

Hunter started wondering if he should ask his student to sit on his knot; it wasn't necessary, he could cum without tying, and he knew that for some the apple-sized ball of flesh was too much to take on the first time. He also knew that it was a good way to increase a bottom's pleasure even further thanks to the stretching and further reach, and his new ward seemed to have literally the balls to do that...

It was then that the red canine realized that Justin was slamming himself down with much more force, his hole kissing the knot again and again. Growling happily, he began to jerk the bullhood in the effort of providing help while the crunching bovine tried to get something so thick inside his hole, much to said pucker's complain.

Seeing the other in difficulty over the task, Hunter started to thrust his hips up, adding his own strength to the mix and increasing his own pleasure in the process now that he was taking active part in the fucking. Never forgetting to jerk the brown bull's cock, the Pit growled loudly as he tried to get his knot inside, both furs working on it and, finally, managing to achieve that goal, the ball of flesh popping inside the once virgin ass.

A jet of liquid hit the Pitbull's chin as he realized, to his surprise, that the student was cumming over him, loudly moaning as his cock shoot ropes of white seed inside the big canine's paw, matting the dog's chest fur with it turning it in a lighter color. Hunter licked off the load from his chin while he grabbed the student's hips with both paws, the cum on one of them smearing the ruminant's hair, and started to properly fuck that hole.

Justin just kept bouncing on the hard pridehood, his ass tightening and clenching around it as his professor neared to his own climax with each deep thrust, both of them drunk with lust. It didn't take too long for the academic to get over the edge, he had been almost bursting after being fucked and such, and so he did with one, last, hard shove, howling his orgasm as he deposited a thick load inside the bull.

The young fur collapsed over the middle-aged professor, both panting out their afterglow, the dog wrapping his arms around the bull to keep him closer. The room echoed with their heavy breathing for several minutes before Justin finally manage to utter some words. "That... was... an AWESOME... first lesson!" He exclaimed in happiness.

The Pitbull chuckled at the statement. "Who said the lesson was finished?" He grinned as he pulled the other's face close to his short muzzle for a kiss.