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Hands-On Tutoring

by Declan Xavier

Chris frowned as he read the texts from the group chat. Typing back furiously, he once again tried to make his case to the jury of his peers. If he failed out of school, he wouldn't be able to come to any more parties, so he would miss this_one_ in order to secure his presence at future ones. Besides, the student center was already sending a tutor his way and it would be rude to bail. That last bit got a few of his friends to back off. Of course, they immediately started with the 'hope he's hot' bullshit like this was some kind of porno. Then the suggestion of 'bring them with' came up and it was over. Muting the conversation, the otter stuffed his phone back in his pocket.

Fortunately he didn't have time to fume for very long, as three hard thumps landed on his dorm room door. Little early, he thought, glancing at the clock and seeing it was really only three minutes before the tutor was scheduled to arrive. Maybe if he started early, he could also wrap early and Chris could still make the party. The otter opened up the door to his room without checking the peephole, and the moment he did, his stomach twisted with regret. His friends would be the kind of assholes that would physically coerce him into a party.

But on the other side was his tutor. Or...well, it wasn't someone that he knew, but it was someone he thought he recognized. Tilting his head a bit, Chris tried to place where he saw the large yellow paint horse standing on the other side of his door. The equine waved briefly, looking down at the otter who was easily a foot shorter than he was.

"Hi, I'm Anthony. Are you Chris?"

Chris nodded dumbly, his words missing. The stallion on the other side of the door did not fit Chris's idea of a CompSci tutor. First off, it looked like the horse spent a large portion of his time in the gym, body barely contained by the rock band T-shirt that showed off powerful biceps and pecs. He was easily five years older than Chris, a decent beard of brown hair to match his mane wrapped around his chin. If anything, he looked like a bouncer at a bar rather than a tutor. Maybe that was where Chris saw him before? But none of the bars near campus had bouncers.

"Yeah, c'mon in," the otter said, stepping aside and allowing the horse into his room. He was a bit surprised that the horse didn't need to duck to get in, but he guessed it was just perspective. He mentally cursed whatever magic his friends had, because god damnit but his tutor was hot. It was the beard that did nothing to hide, but rather highlighted the strong chin, the glasses with frames obviously selected for style so that they complimented his features rather than distracted from them. It was the way that he was smiling softly, even as he stepped into a stranger's dorm room, putting Chris at ease.

Then again it could also have been the bulging pecs, thick biceps, and the soft curve of his ass which Chris noticed as soon as the horse walked past him. Not that Chris was intentionally staring, he was just...staring. The otter had come out as gay his freshman year, and after that, everything kind of clicked with him mentally. Any feelings he got about being somehow weird or off were explained away as soon as he got away from his hometown and admitted that he liked other males sexually, and found them very attractive.

Was it a porno? Not his life. That was definitely not a porno despite the appearance of a smoking hot tutor, but was a porno where he saw the horse? There was probably one thing that would give that away, but it would be rude to ask. Instead, he just stared as the tutor unslung the messenger bag from his broad shoulder and set it down next to one of the chairs set up by Chris's desk.

"You're the tutor?" Chris asked. Anthony was the name he was given by the student center, but he still was having difficulty wrapping his mind around the fact that this guy was a CompSci tutor and not Sports Medicine or something.

"Yeah," the horse said, giving the otter a bright smile. "I'm a TA for Professor Willowbark's 400 levels. I can definitely help you with your 201 coursework."

Chris sat down at his desk, which he had pulled out from the wall earlier so that he and his tutor could sit across from one another. That felt like a mistake, whether it was because now the horse was constantly in his view or because he wanted to sit side-by-side with the stallion, he couldn't rightly say.

"Which dorm do you live in?" Chris asked, trying to get rid of how he knew the horse.

"Uh...off campus. I'm going for my master's after all. Anyway, what were you having trouble with?"

The conversation turned briefly to the last exam, and the homework assignments that preceded it. He had failed spectacularly, and Anthony had wanted to see the previous assignments to determine just where he started to go wrong in his thinking. He was methodical, almost like a programmer trying to figure out where the bug in the code was.

His voice was a deep bass rumble that did wild things to Chris, yet it was soft and confident. Chris had a thing for confident guys. The otter had always been kind of scrawny, maybe a little bit lanky, and because of that and his closeted nature, very shy. He found himself a couple of times just getting lost in the fact that Anthony was talking, not really paying attention to what he was saying. And the stallion caught him a couple of times, but ever the patient tutor, Anthony went over the concept again.

There was the occasional question that didn't have anything to do with the coursework, mostly Chris asking Anthony progressively invasive questions trying to figure out where they met one another before. Each answer just struck another non-porn option off the list: he ate meals at his place rather than the cafeteria, his roommate did the grocery shopping, he didn't tutor for any other class, he used a commercial gym instead of the campus one. Chris did pick up a handy tip of recording lectures with a digital recorder and playing them back while exercising as a way of working out both mind and body at the same time, but that didn't help him figure out where he knew Anthony from.

Deciding to focus on the studies instead and just deal with it by waking up at 3 am with the answer like every other person did, Chris started to see where his thought process was getting off track. It wasn't too far back in the lessons, so it wasn't going to be a whole lot to fix, and after a few prodding questions from the horse, he got it. He looked up into the proud, beaming smile of the equine...

...and it clicked.

"Oh my God, you're a dancer at Stablehands!"

The horse's smile dropped immediately. He took his glasses off, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Chris clamped his paws around his muzzle, thinking he had been too loud, but it wasn't like anyone could see them together right now to even know who he was talking to. Besides, the walls of the dorm weren't _that_thin.

It was shortly after Chris's 21stbirthday, and with him being out, he and his friends had gone out on the town to celebrate. They ended up at a club called Stablehands, a male stripper revue that specialized in equine entertainers. There was quite the variety too, not just buff workhorses but more exotic species as well as thinner boys who did amazing pole work. The otter was already drunk, but he remembered that night pretty clearly, especially the stallion in just a bowtie and a speedo that got a $20 deposit from the birthday otter.

But that same beaming smile that he had gotten from the $20, and that wink of thanks, had just disappeared from the horse's mouth as a disappointed look came over him. Anthony stood up, and started towards the door.

"Wait! Don't go," Chris said, but was surprised at seeing the horse turn the latch to lock the door.

"I'm not going anywhere without my books. Besides, we aren't done yet." Anthony pulled his phone out of his pocket, quickly shooting off a text before sliding the device back into his jeans. Jeans that, the otter realized, he had been looking at more often than the homework.

"Uh...so, what's going on?"

The horse returned to the desk, pulling the chair around. "You figured it out, and since you've seen me dance, that's all you're going to think about for the rest of the night. I don't feel like wasting my time trying to tutor someone who's going to be obsessed with what I look like under all these clothes. So, we're gonna fuck, get it out of your system, and in your 'post nut' clarity," Anthony said, complete with air quotes. "Finish the lesson."

Chris's mind swirled. "Wait, how do you know I'm gay?"

"Only reason a male goes to Stablehands and admits it afterwards is if he liked the show. Could be gay, bi, or pan." The horse shrugged, reaching down and grabbing the hem of his black T-shirt. In almost no time at all, he had peeled the black fabric away from his yellow-furred body, and Chris's jaw nearly hit the chair.

In the club, he looked hot. In the light of his dorm room, he looked_amazing_. He could be a live model for the 2D art classes, or an anatomy model. Chris could see through the thin coat of yellow fur all of the muscle definition that he had apparently worked so hard on. There was a flick of the chestnut mane, and the horse having lifted his arms gave Chris a waft of whatever deodorant he used. His mind was losing the battle, but still trying.

"How...how do you know I'm a bottom?"

"Doesn't matter, I'm a switch, and I always bring protection."

Chris's stammering brought the horse's smile back, and when that strong equine hand reached out and touched his thigh, the otter nearly leapt through his skin. He looked into the soft, chocolate eyes of the horse dancer.

"I'm not going to force it on you. You got two options, we do it and then we get back to it, or we send a different tutor over to you. I'm serious about not wasting my time, but you weren't in any state to learn anything as soon as you remembered my dancing."

The otter's thigh burned under the horse's grip. The hottest tutor they could have ever sent to his door turned out to be a stripper in an all male strip club, and was offering to fuck him in order to keep tutoring him and helping him pass his class. His heart slammed in his chest, and he could feel his own pants tighten at the stallion that was hovering over him.

Even if he failed out of college, this was possibly the hottest piece of beefcake that was ever going to wander into his dorm. He couldn't possibly say no.

"Let's do it," Chris said, moving over to his bed and reaching down to start taking off his pants before they became too tight to remove. Meanwhile, the horse was starting to do the same, rising to his feet. The thought crossed Chris's mind to start playing some stripping music, but right now his phone was in his ever-tightening and soon to be discarded pants.

He tore his own trousers off in a whirl, tossing them aside so that he missed as little of the horse's stripshow as possible. True to his nature, he was taking his time, not rushing towards it. A black jockstrap seemed to be the only kind of undergarment that he was wearing, a cup that held his modesty in check, but stood out against the yellow fur of his flexing thighs and shapely butt.

The otter let out a chitter of pleasure at seeing the creature before him, just one piece of cloth between him and seeing everything that Anthony had to offer. It was one less piece than he had seen originally, but the sight of a nearly-naked equine in his room was making his heart pound. His legs wiggled as he started to work his boxers down, a small tent working as it went.

With a little laugh, the stallion reached over and tugged the otter's shirt free from his own torso. He had filled out a little bit since his high school days, keeping the freshman fifteen on through his sophomore year, but he was nowhere close to the level of Anthony. The horse looked like he had been chiseled from marble, and the otter. Well, the otter was sleeker, slimmer, more streamlined. If one was being charitable.

Fully naked, laying on his bed, the otter's erection flopped onto his stomach. Like him, it was smoother, sleekier, more tapered. It was fully out of his sheath, having started since the horse walked in. The stallion started to pull at the straps, but Chris's feet interrupted him.

"Let me," the host whispered as he curled his toes around the elastic and started to lower it. There was a bit of resistance as the fabric rubbed up against the top of what had to be the horse's own growing erection. It provided a little bit of anticipation to proceedings, and Chris bit down on his lower lip as he tugged against the pull of the fabric.

The black slid away to reveal a pink-and-brown mottled shaft, already out of the brown sheath that housed it. It hung down to about the horse's mid-thigh, slowly growing thicker and fuller now that the cloth no longer constrained it. Chris's hips and back arched a little bit as moved his feet to stand on the floor, backside mostly off the bed.

The tutor stepped out of his jockstrap, now with both males completely naked, and loomed over the otter for a moment. His head blocked the overhead light, cloaking him in silhouette as his head descended, kissing Chris hard on the lips. Chris's eyes slid closed as he felt the dancer's lips touch his, the heat of the equine's body so close. He could smell the citrus and baby powder, and underlying it all, a musk that was definitively stallion.

The otter's paw reached up and gently cradled the horse's cheek for just a second before the dancer pulled away. Looking up, he watched as Anthony rifled through his jeans, getting a wonderful view of the horse's ass before the dancer stood up, producing a small foil packet. Well, small was not the right word for it, as it probably would have taken up all of Chris's palm, but in the horse's fingers it looked...well, it looked like a condom wrapper.

"Got any lube?"

The otter nodded, pointing to his dresser. "Top drawer, under the socks."

Left panting from the kiss, with his own cock starting to lift from off his white stomach on its own power, he watched the way that the horse's thighs flexed and shifted as he moved Chris admired the way that bobbing erection bounced as Anthony walked, staring at the jiggling sac beneath that hung almost as low as his cock did when the student first saw it.

Anthony was right, there was not going to be thinking about Computer Science until these images were purged from his brain. And judging by the size of the stallion's dick, he might just get those thoughts fucked out of him.

The horse rooted around in the sock drawer for a moment, smiling at something he saw in there. In addition to the lube, there were also a few toys that he had in there, tucked away even though he lived in a single room. None of them were stallion-sized though, but if the dancer had any doubts about the sexuality or proclivities of the otter, they were quickly dismissed.

Stepping back, the stallion took the bottle of lube and held it in the bottom of his palm with his pinkie wrapped around it while he tore at the wrapper to the condom with his free hand. Ever the showman, the horse stood in profile as he took the rubber from its wrapper and unrolled it down his length. It took two or three strokes for the equine to get the latex from the flared tip of his shaft down to the sheath, and the whole time Chris's paw was slowly moving up and down his own erection.

Tossing the foil into the waste paper basket, the horse uncapped the bottle of lube, spreading it onto his left palm and rubbing it over the latex that covered his cock. The condom had colored the whole thing pink, providing different shading depending on the underlying skin color, and now the lube made the entire length glisten as the horse moved back towards the bed.

Squirting more into his palm, Anthony rubbed his hands together to heat up the gel before smearing a good dollop on his fingertips. Chris shifted his position, removing his hands from his own throbbing cock and using them to spread his cheeks, pulling his feet up to rest on the edge of the bed for leverage.

The tutor took a moment to appreciate the sight, rolling the gel between his thumb, middle, and index finger to keep the heat before slowly introducing his index finger to the otter's soft pucker. Chris gasped, thankfully not because the lube was cold, but the feeling of the digit pressing against his rear entrance after so much build up was hotter than any encounter he had before. As the lubed up finger slowly sank in, Chris let out a soft moan.

Anthony worked his finger tip around, curling and uncurling it, tugging and pushing, working the gel into and around the entrance before putting his middle finger up to join in. Chris's ring clenched down, but couldn't stop the second thick, slick equine finger from sliding in and joining its friend, stretching him a little bit as the horse opened his fingers. Anthony pushed in, past the second knuckle and finally to the top of his palm, hilting his digits inside the squirming otter.

Having a horse two fingers deep inside of him, rubbing against his interior walls, toying with the little nub that was his prostate had Chris squirming. He usually wasn't very vocal during the act, but for some reason the tutor just drew the noises from his body. He had other partners, and there was foreplay and stretching before, but never in preparation for something so large. Anthony was being very thorough, very methodical, and the warm fingers pushing the lube inside of him as far as they would go was driving the otter wild.

Finally, the fingers retreated, leaving Chris a panting mess on the bed. His own fingers trembled as he tried to keep himself spread wide for the horse, who lifted the otter's hips up, positioning the mushroom-shaped head at the entrance that had been so carefully prepared.

"Are two fingers really enough?" Chris asked, feeling the heat of the horse's cock pressing against his greasy entrance.

"Gotta get started eventually. Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I've seen your practice routine."

Before another question could escape the inquisitive otter's lips, the horse started to roll his hips forward. Even though the edges of his blunt crown were somewhat flexible, there was a hot, solid core that was pressing against Chris's anus. He tried pushing out, relaxing, everything that he had come to know how to do over the past few years as a bottom for other males. It helped, but there was still a wall of resistance that Chris's body was putting up to the intruding member.

The dancer's hips were relentless though, and after a few more seconds of building pressure, the head of the equine's cock stretched his back door wide enough to slip inside. Chris's head rolled back, a gasp escaping his lips. He had wanted to watch as the horse penetrated him, it was a thing of his, but the feeling of being stretched so wide so fiercely took control away from his body. All he could do was ball his bedsheets into his fists just to hold onto something,anything, as that hot rod sunk inside.

Grunting at the feeling of the tight otter ass holding tight to his lubed up, latex-clad cock, the horse paused for a moment until he felt the body beneath him relax before pushing in until he reached the limits of where his fingers could spread the lube. Chris's body slowly became used to the pain, to the pressure of having something so big, so hot inside of him. He knew it would feel good eventually.

The tutor started to pull back, the back of his flare flicking at the little nub that caused another jolt of pleasure to shoot through the otter's body, eliciting a little gasp from the student. It was the biggest thing he had ever taken, and could do some damage if not for the slow, practiced movements of the mentor-slash-dancer. His passage protested the movement, working to try and expel it but only succeeding in rubbing and sucking along the length.

The turgid rod slowly started advancing again, deeper this time. The lubed tip of the condom eased the passage enough to make it just bearable. Chris let out tiny, shuddering moans as the horse's cock hollowed him out, pushing into depths that no other male had ever reached. He clenched down on reflex, causing the horse to grunt in a syncopated beat to his moans.

In. Out. Slow. Tender. Smooth. Gradually, the pain subsided where the pressure remained, the subtle flicks against Chris's bundle of nerves becoming more pleasurable rather than just a cue for his ass to spasm and attempt to lock the horse's member in a vice grip. Progressively, the strokes became longer, more of the horse's breeding tool tunneling into his cavity, spreading the heat and pressure further up his stomach. Chris could have sworn that he was able to see an outline of the horse's flared head as it ran up inside of him, managing to lift his head to look at Anthony as the horse claimed his tailhole.

His own cock was fully out of his sheath, bright red, and as hard as it had ever been. Clear pre flicked from it as Anthony's movements made his whole bottom half bounce, hitting not only his fur but his bedsheets and even the golden stomach of the dancer, making it glisten slightly as it clung to his fur. He was leaking like a faucet, the pressure and pleasure so intense that he didn't know if he would blow, hands free. He didn't dare move his paws from the bedsheets for fear of getting slammed into the wall behind his bed.

In...out...in...out. The sawing motion continued, picking up speed and power as Chris's tunnel relented. He tried rolling his hips back to push himself further, but in this position, there wasn't much he could do. The horse's hands gripped his slender hips, and as if he could feel Chris's desire to help, started to pull back in addition to rolling hips forward. The result was a deeper, fuller fucking, a true rutting as the horse's thighs knotted into cordwood, putting their power into the otter's tail.

"There. We. Go." The horse said, punctuating the words with thrusts as he went. Chris felt something that he thought was the horse's sheath, but when he looked down, he marveled at the fact that a full half of the girthy rod was still untouched by his asshole. What he felt, he was able to see when the horse pulled back, was the puffy medial ring that was halfway down the horse's shaft.

"Huh.huh.huh, but...you're..." Chris's brain short-circuited at trying to find the words.

Anthony shook his head. Seemingly content with only having half of his monster rod buried in otter, he pushed and pulled the half that was above the ring in and out, dilating Chris's hole around his shaft before pulling it back out, to the point where the otter was concerned it would slip out. He clenched every time he felt the head start to tug at his ring, trying to keep the tutor inside of him.

The smell of his own arousal, the sound of squelching from beneath him, of the horse's rough grunting and his own submissive moans filled the air. His nose tingled, whatever breath he could catch on the out-swing was rife with the scent of sex, of the horse's sweat, of frothed lube and his own body's desire. His heartbeat thrummed in his ears, a growing crescendo that signaled what his loins could not. His lower body was entirely devoted to the scalding hot, intense pressure of stallion cock ramming into him, it couldn't handle its own pleasure.

Chris came hard, his cock sending a jet of white up into the air towards his own face. It arced beautifully in the light of the dorm before landing on his chest and splattering. His muscles clamped down tight, but it didn't seem to slow the horse down at all, rutting against the friction of the velveteen insides. A second shot hit his stomach, and a third dribbled down his shaft like melting wax. Through his own orgasm, the horse didn't stop smoothly fucking him. Whether it was the condom, or practice, or stallion stamina, the dancer's hips kept swinging even as Chris's balls emptied out onto his torso.

His body relaxed, almost going limp around the horse's shaft as it continued to plumb his depths, body rocking and bed beneath him swaying to the dancer's movements. After a few more minutes though, the horse's breathing became heavier, and Chris cried out as the head tugged at his stretched and tired ring before finally coming free with a lewd, wet pop.

Looking down his spent and cum-splattered body, Chris watched as the horse's condom-wrapped cock flared inside the rubber. The reservoir tip started to fill, shot by shot of hot white expanding into a little water balloon. Chris's fangs tore into his lower lip as he watched the dancer cum into the condom, part of him wanting that hot warmth inside of him, and part of him finding the show intensely erotic. He counted six separate spurts that plumped out the tip, hanging below the head.

Leaning against the desk for support, Anthony looked up at the student. Chris's breath caught as he saw the dancer's eyes, glistening the same way that they were in the club. His skin was dappled with sweat, making his body shimmer like gold in the overhead light. The otter watched as the horse unrolled the condom, peeling it from his cock and tying it off before dropping it, unceremoniously, in the waste paper basket next to the wrapper that once housed it.

Chris was too exhausted to move, and could only watch as Anthony walked over to where the student had hung his towel. Snatching it from the rod, he walked over. Chris couldn't help but stare at the glistening shaft that had just done that to him, before the towel obstructed his vision as the horse began to dab it onto the otter's stomach.

The citrus and baby powder smell was now gone, replaced instead by the fragrance of the musky male. His odor was thick, heavy, potent. Chris didn't want to describe it as 'barnyard' because that felt insensitive, but it was masculine and powerful and natural. And the otter wanted more. He reached up and pawed at the golden fur, trying to find one of the brown nubs of the horse's nipples while the equine carefully sponged up the spent otter cum off the student's body.

Gingerly, the cloth slid down the otter's frame, carefully getting tapped against the abused tailhole. It wasn't the messiest fuck of his life, but it was the most intense. The care afterwards caused Chris to whisper nonsense rather than focus on the way that he could feel the low thread count of the towel against his sensitive ring.

The horse then toweled himself down with the clean half, and Chris swore that he wouldn't wash that towel until he got sick of the stallion's scent on it. Putting his glasses back on, the tutor grinned and sat, naked, back on the chair. His balls rested just over the edge of the chair, his erection slowly flagging and receding back into its sheath.

"All right, back to the lesson."

"Y...you're serious?" Chris asked, sitting up and edging toward his desk. He didn't feel like he could sit on the hard desk chair at the moment...or walk.

"Hell yeah," Anthony said. "Seven minutes is plenty long for a break."

"S---seven minutes?!"

Anthony rubbed the back of his neck, his ears turning a shade of rose-gold. "Yeah, Let's get back to it. The studies, I mean."

Chris licked his lips, scooting a bit closer to follow along with the lessons. It was a bit surreal, having a naked stallion that just rocked his ass talking about coursework like nothing was different. It certainly was the weirdest tutoring session he could have wished for.

"Hey Anthony, after we're done here, do you wanna go to a party?"