A Band Teacher's Dream
_ ** Hey hey! So, this is the first yiffy story I've written in a while. It's actually the only story I've written in a while, so I'm obviously a bit rusty. This is a fantasy that I very much enjoy. My junior high band teacher was a hunk and I wanted to bed him so badly, and still do.** _
_ ** This story contains sex between an adult and a non-adult character. If this you do not like gay sex, cub/adult sex, or talk about band class, you may want to reconsider reading this. For anyone who could care less, I hope you enjoy!** _
A Band Teacher's Dream
"One, two, one two three four!" I said to my grade 9 band class. I went at an extra tempo and made sure that they saw every increase in volume I wanted or every decrease. I don't know if it was because of my amazing conducting skills or if the kids are actually going home to practice, but they sounded fantastic! They had come a long way since grade seven where they had problems just making their instruments produce a sound. I was very proud of each and every one of them. The clarinets were perfect, the flutes rocked the melody, the saxophones were the perfect harmony, and the brasses were doing amazing with the background. Even the percussion was doing perfect with the tricky beats the song contained.
If there was one individual in the entire band that I favoured, it would have been that dashing young tiger, Jason.
He had transferred to the school all the way from England at the beginning of grade seven and, because he had a "funny" accent and was different coloured than the other tigers at the school, the other students didn't want to talk to him. I had seen his name on my class list and expected some snobby little boy who would look down upon everybody, but I instead found a scared, pink tiger eating his lunch alone in the corner of my band room. I had no clue had he had gotten into my room, as the doors were locked and he was new, but there he was, eating a tuna fish and pickle sandwich. He startled me when I re-entered the classroom and turned on the lights after my lunch break. After my initial shock wore off, I walked over to the small pink tiger and sat down beside him. I must have looked pretty massive compared to him. I have a fairly athletic build and it showed underneath the usual dress shirt I wore. My pitch black fur always tried to clash with every single article of clothing I wore, but I somehow pulled off every look. Some of the other teachers at the school have commented on my good looks and piercing blue eyes and I just blush and thank them. I always found it awkward being complimented.
I looked at him and I didn't really say anything for a little bit. Then I decided that I should say something.
"Hi," I said and stuck out my hand, "I'm Mr. Mailman. I'm the music teacher at this school. What's your name?"
He looked up from his sandwich and I could see he had been crying. His bright red eyes had tears in them and his cheek fur was wet. The little guy shook my hand. "I'm Jason," He said with the cutest accent I have ever heard. "I transferred over here from England. You don't mind that I'm eating lunch in here, do you? The other kids aren't very nice to me and they told me that I sound funny. They called me names and said I couldn't sit with them."
What little brats, I thought, making someone from a totally different place feel even lonelier. "No, I don't mind. I am truly sorry about those mean kids. Some of them are very immature and just don't understand how to treat others. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself? Maybe a little something about back home?"
His eyes lit up and I could tell I had made him feel better. "Well sir, I used to live really close to Manchester..."
Since that day, I had formed a special bond with Jason. He would come into my room and we would sit and eat lunch together while we talked about all sorts of topics. He was making other friends, after school, in clubs, class, but he chose to eat his lunch with me every day. I knew it was breaking school rules and it was breaching the law, but I contacted him through instant messaging providers and we talked for hours upon hours. I felt dirty, but this young boy had grown to be a fine teenager, emphasis on fine! His young fourteen-year-old body was always something that I craved. I sometimes pictured him taking his clothes off in my office and coming over to me and letting me fondle him. He would let my big black paws gently roll his young balls in my fingers and then he would moan, sheath swelling. I would then lick up and down his sheath, coaxing his teenage meat out. I would try to stop my brain from continuing this fantasy, but it would just go on until I eventually had the boy bent over my desk, moaning as I fucked his brains out. These terrible thoughts ran through my head constantly, always stabbing into my brain. It was hard to stand up and teach the class sometimes.
In the eighth grade, Jason admitted to me that he was gay one day at lunch. The conversation was going casual, talking about school and his other friends. I noticed he was looking anxious about something and I was quite curious as to what that was. He went on a bit more about his classes, but I'm sure he noticed that I was waiting for what he had to say.
Taking a deep breath, he asked "Adam (we were on a first name basis by this time), I have something to tell you."
I smiled at him. "You can tell me anything you want, Jason."
"Do you promise not to tell anyone?"
"Who would I tell? You know that I keep everything that is said between us confidential."
"Okay, okay. I was just making sure. Adam, I'm gay." I could see him flinch, as if expecting me to hit him or scream at him.
I reached over and hugged him. The tension in his body released and he hugged me back. I could hear him crying, so I took a shot at comforting him. "Jason, it's okay. Why are you crying? I am totally 100% fine with it. I won't tell anybody. You can trust me."
Jason sniffled and dropped the embrace. "I was just so scared that you would hate me. You're the only person I've ever told"
"How long have you known?"
"I knew I was gay when I went to church and saw Jesus in his tight loincloth. Just looking at the stained glass murals made me drool."
I laughed a little, which made him laugh. I pulled him close to me and held him there. He rested his head against my shoulder and started to tell me more about how he found out about his orientation. I listened intently, wishing that I could tell him about me. I knew that would be overstepping a boundary, though. Even if this thirteen-year-old tiger was my best friend, I couldnt tell him any of the things Ive done. I just sat and listened, enjoying the warmth of another being.
It was about a few weeks after that when I started to fantasize about him. I would see him sitting in my band and start to day dream about taking his clothes off. I could hardly contain myself. When he sat beside me at lunch, when we were all alone, when he was vulnerable, I had to sit on my hands. I was so afraid of losing control... As I lay awake at night, I would think about him. It was not at all healthy, but I couldn't stop. I would reach down into my underwear and stroke my already hard pre-dripping cock. I moaned quietly when (in my head) he grabbed my knot and gave it a squeeze. His pink paws moved up and down my length swiftly. Jason went to lick my cock head and I nearly came right then. I managed to hold on a little bit longer as he tried to take me into his mouth. I cried out his name as I came, squirting my hot wolf cum all over my chest, panting like a pup who just finished a marathon. I didn`t bother to clean myself up. I fell into a deep sleep where I imagined Jason laying beside me curled up into a little ball right in front of my crotch.
That fantasy happened multiple times. I eventually was able to last longer while fantasizing about him, which I thought was great. With any other partner, I could go all night. Something about that hot little body just turned me on. By this point, I was completely aware of how disturbing these thoughts were. I looked in the mirror and sometimes saw what the kids would call a "Pedo Man". I was disgusted with myself, but I couldn't stop thinking about him. I was in love with someone who was thirteen. If anyone ever found out... Yikes.
Jason's fourteenth birthday came along. From what he had told me, his parents' jobs kept them away most of the time. That meant he would be spending his birthday all alone. I broke another valued rule three days before his special day. I asked him if he would be interested in spending the night at my place, like a sleep over.
"We can have cake and watch movies and stay up late and do whatever you want," I said.
Jason's perfect eyes lit up. "Yes! That would be amazing!" He tackle hugged me and sent my sandwich flying. We laughed and rolled around on the floor together. I pushed him off of me and took a second to catch my breath.
"You can come with me after rehearsal on your birthday, okay? We can stop off at the store and buy whatever junk food you desire."
He nodded. "Sounds good, Adam." The bell rang and I hugged him before he went off to class.
I walked over to my conductor's podium and got ready for the long afternoon ahead.
After rehearsal on his birthday, I kept true to what I said and we hopped into my car. We got out of the staff parking lot in my black sports car. There were no questions asked by my co-workers, so I just cruised right along.
"So, what do you think of the music I gave out today? Was it too slow or too fast? And what about the notes? They aren't too complicated or anything, are they?"
"It's a great song, Adam. I looked around at the other kids' music and nothing looked too hard. Are we going to take it on tour with us?"
"I'll think about it. If I can get those damn baritones to play the right notes, I think we might just have a shot at first place in the Annual Junior Music Festival."
Jason laughed. "I'll help you as much as I can with them. They are a rascally bunch."
I laughed with him and looked around for a store to go buy food at. I didn't know what he wanted so I decided to do things last minute. I was unsure of where I should go, so I asked him what he wanted for his birthday dinner. I was quite pleased when he said "Something Italian". I drove us to a little Italian grocer and picked up the ingredients for some of my special "Razzle Dazzle Pasta". I got back into the car and I looked over at Jason. His perfect eyes beamed at me and I felt myself being sucked into them.
He gave me a sweet smile and asked "Adam, do you mind if we get going? I'm pretty frigging starving" I broke out of my trance and nodded, starting up the car and leaving the parking lot. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and I swear I saw him smirk.
We finally arrived at my house which, although nothing fancy, seemed to be amazing to Jason. He helped me carry the grocery bags inside and was yet again marvelled. My interior decorating skills were one thing where I took great pride. It wasn't easy on my teacher's salary, but I managed to make my home look fabulous. I was quite pleased by Jason's reaction to it and I left him to explore while I started making dinner.
"Adam?"
"Yes, Jason?"
"Your house is absolutely gorgeous! I only wish I had design skills like this. For such a straight guy, you've got some great taste."
For some strange reason, I felt like my heart was going to fly up my throat and out of my mouth when he said straight guy. It was the most peculiar sensation, like riding a really high roller coaster. Then it hit me. I still hadn't told Jason about me being gay. I felt like telling him right then and there, but I very much knew that would not at all be appropriate. It might lead to something terribly wonderful, something with potential to be beautiful, but at the same time be very illegal. So instead I continued cooking, adding the pasta to the boiling water.
I knew I couldn't just let his comment hang, so I just said a simple thank you. He went over to the dining table and sat down. Because of the open concept kitchen, he was able to watch me cook and I was able to watch him when he wasn't looking.
As I reached up into the top cupboard to grab some spices for my special pasta sauce, I felt his eyes boring into me. I knew he was looking at my ass, so I decided to be a bad wolf and tighten it. His gulp was quite audible. I gave myself a chance to have the wide grin on my face disappear before I returned to making dinner.
"Jason, why don't you go upstairs and unpack your things in my room? You don't mind sleeping with me, do you?"
"N-n-no of course not. Which room is it?"
"It's at the very end of the hallway. You can stay up there for as long as you want, watch some T.V., maybe play some games, whatever you want. Dinner is going to take a while, so you go have some fun."
Jason smile at me and nodded. "Thanks, Adam. I really appreciate you doing this for me." With that, he grabbed his back and bounced up the stairs.
I gave myself a moment to cool down. His perfect body was driving me insane! Deep down inside, I was hoping he'd come back down and chat with me, but teenage boys just love their video games. I turned my attention back to the stove, sampling the sauce and applauding myself on a job well done.
Jason
Oh god! I'm in his room! My biggest dream! I wonder what his sheets smell like....*inhale* muhrrrr... Amazing. I'll just toss my stuff at the foot of the bed and lay here for a while. God he smells good. I wonder if... No, that would be going too far... Or would it? Who cares! *inhale* Ohhh his briefs smell even better....purrr... Oops... I'm hard! I hope I have enough time for this! There we go... Belt is undone and pants are off... This is going to be fun.
Adam
I finally finished making the perfect dinner an hour later. I dished it out onto my fancy plates into perfect portions. The reason my pasta is so razzle dazzle is because I add ginger and lemon zest to the sauce. And as my mom always told me, it's in the presentation. Following momma's words, I put out my best cutlery and placemats. Everything was perfect and ready for Jason.
"Jason! Dinner is ready!"
There was a healthy pause before I heard "Okay! I'll be right down!"
I smiled. Teenagers and their video games. So cute. I heard him thumping down the stairs and he almost crashed into me as he slid into the dining area.
"Sorry Adam! Mmm smells great!"
How peculiar. He seems flustered... exciting video game, I guess."It's alright. Just sit down and dig in! If you want more, I made extra."
Jason wolfed down his food and went up for seconds before I had even had five bites.
"Hey, you might want to slow down. I don't want to have to take you to the hospital or anything."
He nodded and gradually slowed down. I was getting compliments about my food every ten seconds, which made me smile with pride. It pleased me very much to know that Jason was satisfied with the meal I made for him. I ate all that I could handle and apparently so had he. He licked his lips and I smiled at him.
"Are you ready for your cake? I made it myself."
The grin on his face spoke for him. I got the cake out of the fridge and placed fourteen birthday candles around the purple lettering. It was probably my best cake to date. I had made the cake a replica of his fur. A gorgeous pink with beautiful black stripes, which I thought truly did match his fur. I brought it over to him, along with the present I had tucked away in the pantry. In my trained musician's voice, I sang him happy birthday. He looked like he was about to cry, which I took as a good sign. I brought over his cake and placed it in front of him. I grabbed my chair and sat beside him.
"Make a wish, Jason."
He looked at me and said in almost a whisper "It already came true."
He leaned over and hugged me, crying softly into my chest. I inhaled his scent and rubbed my big paws over his back, familiarizing myself with how he felt. I kissed the top of his head and got him to open his present.
"Wow! This is amazing!" He exclaimed.
My gift to him was a necklace with a bass clef hanging from the chain. Engraved in it was "Jason Windchester, greatest trombone player and best friend". He gave it to me and asked me to put it on him. I agreed and went to put it on, but gave myself a chance to feel him. I started at his chest, brushing my finger tips along his nipples gently. Then I brought it up to his neck and did the clasp at the back. I remained in that position for a few seconds longer than I needed to. I breathed softly in his ear, making him shudder.
He turned to me and looked me in the eyes. "Adam, are you gay?"
I nodded at him and he gave me a big hug, using his teenage muscles to squeeze the air out of my lungs. Thankfully, he heard my laboured breathing and let go. Jason smiled at me and he looked really happy.
"Can I tell you a secret, Adam?" I nodded. "I'm a little in love with you."
I blinked. Did I just hear that? My heart pounded in my chest and I knew that I could tell him.
"Jason, I'm very much in love with you."
Then something magical happened. He leaned towards me and I to him, and we kissed. Sparks were flying in my head, but I had to pull away. If I kissed him any longer, we would spend the rest of the night tied together. Jason looked at me puzzled.
"I'm sorry. I just don't want to go too far with you. It could change things between us and..."
"Adam, I want things to change. I want to be pressed up against you, feeling you inside of me. Please don't say no. My birthday would be even more perfect if you took me by the hand and lead me upstairs."
I gulped. I felt his paws groping the bulge in my pants and just couldn't ignore my person needs anymore. I grabbed the paw touching me and stood up. He followed my actions, and I led him up the stairs and into my bedroom. I sat him on the bed and closed the door.
"If anything we do is too much for you, please tell me. I don't want to hurt you." I took his godly smile as an okay and pressed my lips against his. I laid down on my back and pulled him on top of me while fondling his teenage hard-on. Jason initiated the tongue-in-mouth so I allowed him to explore my mouth. I squeezed his rump with my free hand and worked my paw inside his jeans. I was impressed by his length. There was a good seven inches on the boy. He moaned into my mouth and I increased the heat, fighting his tongue for dominance while squeezing his erection.
Jason hurriedly stuck one of his paws into my dress pants and stroked my wolf meat. I squeezed his taut ass tighter, making him moan more. I broke our passionate kiss and pulled his shirt off. I quickly unbuttoned his jeans and tossed his clothes on the floor. The only obstacle left was his boxers. I went to rip them off but he stopped me and started to undo the buttons on my dress shirt. He cast it aside and did the same to my pants. He smiled at me and pulled off his underwear himself. I motioned for him to straddle me. Once he was sitting on my chest, I took him in my mouth. I felt him tense up and he braced himself against my headboard. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock and he breathed heavily.
Feeling a bit naughty, my finger started to tease his hole. Jason no doubt liked it, as he pushed against my finger and it popped inside of him. He moaned loudly and started to face fuck me, which made him finger himself. I helped him out a little and started finger fucking him faster and faster, relishing the cries of ecstasy coming from the teen.
My own painful hard-on begged for attention as it stained my briefs with pre-cum. He seemed to sense my need and ceased movement. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and leaned down to kiss me. Then he slid down my underwear and my painful erection sprang free.
"Lube?" he asked.
I nodded over to my nightstand. "Second drawer, underneath the book of sheet music."
He got it out and started applying a liberal amount to me. Jason stroked my length, making sure to get every part of it coated in the slippery fluid. I moaned and he squeezed my cock tighter, obviously enjoying my moans. His soft paws were making me thrust my hips and I begged him to get on me. He complied, straddling my hips and positioning his tail hole over my wolf-hood. Jason slowly lowered himself down onto my length and I had to resist the temptation to start plowing into him. We moaned in unison has I finally hilted him, all eight and a half inches inside of him. He leaned down to kiss me and started riding me. My eyes rolled into the back of my skull as my body was wracked with pleasure. I was fucking my fourteen-year-old student! It was so wrong... but it felt so right! And he was so tight... I started thrusting up into him, slamming into his prostate over and over again.
His tail hole tightened around my cock and I completely lost it. My slow thrusts became soul shattering pounds. Jason was starting to lose himself as well. He started to paw himself off and I saw his furry white balls starting to pull up. My knot was at it maximum size, a big, red, round tennis ball of dog meat. Suddenly, he was crying out my name as he shot his boy cum across my chest. I howled as I started to climax. I slammed my knot into Jason and he screamed. I pumped all the cum from my balls into him, filling him to the brim. His orgasm was starting to fade and he fell onto me. I held him close to me and laid on my side, pulling him with me. I came down off my orgasm cloud and kissed the pink tiger's gentle lips. He kissed me back and hugged me.
Before closing his eyes, he said "I love you, Adam."
"I love you too, Jason."
His eyes shut and he began to snore cutely. All that fucking must have tired him out. I smiled at my new-found lover's sleeping form. I loved this boy.
Though it isn't something that will ever be accepted or understood, I still do. His parents' business took them away for long periods of time and during those periods, he was at my house. I was wrong when I said it would change everything. The only thing that's different about our relationship now is that we are much more open and are able to help each other cope with life. Jason is still that adorable teenage tiger I fell in love with, he's just a lot bigger and in high school.
And a big plus, because playing the trombone requires lubing the slide a lot, his paw jobs are absolutely amazing.
I hope you enjoyed this story. If you noticed any mistakes, please do tell me. Comments and helpful criticism are welcome :3
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