An Extra Credit Exercise
An Extra Credit Exercise
(this is for my friend Sfaosttrack20 on FA. Same character from "Turn Your Head and Cough".)
Trax was sitting in Mr. Devereux's class again. He loved his French history class more than anything else. Not only did he find the subject interesting, but the teacher was too. Mr. Devereux was the only genet in the whole university. His weasel-like face was a strong counterpoint to his heavy feline features. It was as if some kind of ferret/snow leopard cross was waltzing around at the front of the class.
The way he spoke always held Trax's attention. He could never take his tiger eyes off of his teacher for more reasons than one. To start, the class was just fun to be in. Who could teach a French history better than a Frenchman? Plus, he was constantly thinking about Mr. Devereux. He seemed so young to be a professor!
Just as Trax was thinking that Mr. Devereux could charge admission to his pants, the teacher broke his concentration by asking, "Trax... do you know the answer or not?" in his heavy accent.
He was caught. Trax had no idea!
"Um... could you please repeat the question... please?" he shyly asked.
"It is only the longest historical document in French history," hinted Mr. Devereux.
"That would be the Bayeux tap me. I mean Tapestry!" answered Trax.
Mr. Devereux's ears twitched lightly once before he said, "Correct, I didn't think you were paying attention," before he continued on talking about Normans invading England and wreaking everything they could find.
Trax sighed and leaned down in his chair. He had just dodged a bullet on that one, but who had heard his little Freudian slip? Missing a question about the Bayeux Tapestry would have been embarrassing, but subconsciously asking the teacher to nail him is worse!
Trax rushed out of class when it was over. He needed to go to his room and take a nap after a slip like that. He hurried through the halls to get outside and he didn't even remember going into his room. The door slammed behind him and broke him out of his trance.
The tiger slumped down against his door. How could he be so stupid? Sure he had thought his teachers were attractive before, but it had always been "Oh, he's got a cute butt," or "Chubby guys are kind of hot I guess..." Never before had Trax really wanted one of his professors.
Trax shook his head in an attempt to snap himself out of it, but he couldn't get Mr. Devereux off of his mind. He wondered what it would be like to hold onto his slinky body, or to feel his slender tongue. The fact that his fantasy was raunchy and wrong only made it better. He closed his eyes and let all sorts of scenarios play out in his imagination.
A sharp knock at his door reverberated though Trax's resting head. Someone wanted in his room bad. Trax groaned and begrudgingly stood up with an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. One peek though the peephole revealed the last person he wanted to see.
Mr. Devereux stood at his door still dressed for class and carrying his briefcase. Trax clenched his teeth in horror. Just when he was thinking about pushing his rump into Mr. Devereux's crotch and begging the guy to plow him into another zip code, here he is at his door!
After a few deep breaths, Trax opened the door for his visitor.
Mr. Devereux seemed a little shy when he urgently asked, "Trax, may I talk to you in private?"
Trax let him in and stood in shock as the door closed and his usually prim and proper French History professor went into full-on panic mode.
Mr. Devereux's eyes were at the floor as he hurriedly confessed, "Trax, I've never done this before. I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say. I'm so nervous. Oh god! I might get fired or deported! Trax, you're over eighteen, right?"
Trax was stunned, but he still nodded.
In a flash, Mr. Devereux locked the door and turned to pull the tiger into a deep and forceful kiss. Trax's eyes shot open in shock, but after a moment he closed them from pure bliss. The professor's kiss was even sexier than he imagined. Such sharp little teeth he had!
Trax regretted that he was already warmed up when Mr. Devereux pushed him against a nearby wall and held him against it without once breaking their kiss. When their lips finally parted, the exotic teacher began to rub the crotch of his pants roughly against the tiger's already prominent bulge.
Trax whipped his t-shirt off as fast as he could and the genet could hardly contain himself. Mr. Devereux roughly ran his tongue over the tiger's nipples. Trax purred like mad and curled his toes as his teacher continued to lustfully lick and suck at his chest. After more wrestling against the wall, Mr. Devereux eventually got a handle on his passion and guided Trax over to his cheap couch.
The tiger got on his couch and pulled down his pants and kicked them off while the genet whipped off his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. Mr. Devereux must have decided that it was too much of a hassle, so he ripped his shirt open sending a few buttons flying before scrambling to loosen his belt to drop his pants.
Once all of his clothes were off, Mr. Devereux reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out a bottle of lube. For some reason, Trax didn't question this at all. All he wanted was his for foreign professor to have greedy, rough sex with him.
The genet rubbed a generous amount of lube over his right paw before applying it to his erection until it was practically dripping. Mr. Devereux then brought his sopping paw down to Trax's white-furred behind and got everything ready.
There wasn't even a moment's pause before Mr. Devereux got on top of Trax's body and gave him one last passionate kiss before beginning to press inside. Trax was so confused with himself. He would never let a guy go all the way like that without a condom, but he just kept his mouth shut and took it. He wanted Mr. Devereux to come inside of him so he could feel his warm seed filling up his insides regardless of worries about some kind of European STD or stains on his couch.
Once Mr. Devereux had gone as far as he could, he began to wildly thrust his hips. Trax could only moan and cry out as the genet pounded into him. The tiger was shaking, and not from his professor's rough lesson, as his member twitched when his orgasm hit. The tiger's flexing lower muscles sent the genet over the edge as they rhythmically clenched around his shaft.
Trax's teacher cried out as he spilled into him. He must have been really pent up since Trax could feel some cum dribble out and fall onto his couch. The tiger couldn't help but buck his hips against his lover's warm erection throbbing inside of him.
Trax awoke to a resounding *CLUNK* as he threw his head against his own door.
"Ow! Dammit!" he said. He then felt that his pants were suddenly sticky and satisfyingly warm. "Oh for fuck's sake..." he whined.
Trax struggled to get up. He had fallen asleep and had a sexy dream right against his own door! What a knucklehead!
The tiger grabbed some fresh underwear, and a pair of pants, since he had thoroughly soaked his shorts. He hopped in the shower and shook his head as he scrubbed off his still partially full erection and the soft, white fur around his crotch.
"What a day..." he thought out loud.