Mr. Brooke Is a Sweetie

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Mr. Brooke Is a Sweetie

(Second Draft)

Little Addy woke up to his 7AM alarm. He yawned, stretched and smiled. The first day of a new school year had arrived and Little Addy was excited. He bounded into the bathroom, stripped off his pajamas and began to brush his fur. I'm gonna make myself look especially nice, he thought. Little Addy was very careful with each stroke, making certain that his fur was straight and layered just right.

Groomed to his satisfaction, Little Addy went back to his room and pulled out the clothes he had picked just for today: a pair of dark blue jeans, a cream-colored t-shirt and a thin, black jacket that was perfect for cool autumn mornings. He fussed with his outfit for several minutes before deciding his style. Before he had the chance to change his mind and start all over, the smell of frying eggs and buttered toast drew him to the kitchen.

***

The first bell of the day rang. Now, although leopards possess incredible speed and agility, Mr. Brooke managed to arrive about twenty minutes late. When he finally made it to the classroom, he was greeted with thirty thoroughly out-of-control cubs.

"Listen, please!" he shouted over the noise. Just as he had gotten the students' attention, the broken buckles on his briefcase gave way. Mr. Brooke's papers spread all over the floor, much to the delight of his delinquent students. You see, Mr. Brooke was a young man with very little experience teaching children. When the classroom filled with laughter, all he could do was stiffen up and blush under his fur.

Wrong career.

***

The classroom emptied quickly after the lunch bell. But Little Addy decided to stay behind. Like the other students, he had laughed when Mr. Brooke's papers fell to the floor. But once the lessons had begun, he realized how embarrassed his teacher must have been. Yes, Little Addy was one of those kids. A kid with feelings! Now that he had the chance, he approached Mr. Brooke and apologized.

"It was nothing," Mr. Brooke said. "But you're a sweet kid for saying you're sorry." Mr. Brooke thought it would be best to walk Little Addy to the door and send him on his way to the cafeteria, but that would have revealed the throbbing cock pressed against his inner thigh.

Yes, Mr. Brooke was one of those adults. An adult with feelings!

***

Little Addy and Mr. Brooke were in the back of the room, out of the way of the room's windows and door. While Little Addy lied on the floor, Mr. Brooke ran his paws over the boy's chest and stomach. Little Addy was a lithe little boy and Mr. Brooke was absolutely delighted to explore every last bit of his special student's body. Little Addy was enjoying himself as well, becoming flush with heat and desire.

"Do kids still say 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours?'" Mr. Brooke asked with a silly grin.

"I don't know about other kids," Little Addy said, "but I know what just you mean." He giggled in the sort of way only a little kit can as he pulled down his jeans and underwear. The moment Little Addy's little cock was exposed, Mr. Brooke took it in his mouth. Mr. Brooke's heart beat in his head as his body shivered in the pure pleasure of sucking on a young boy's cock. His soft and slippery lips ran up and down Little Addy's perfect pink prick, starting at the base, moving to the pointed tip and back down to the base.

Glancing at the clock, Mr. Brooke figured that he and Little Addy had about a half-hour before the other students came back.

***

Mr. Brooke sat against the wall while Little Addy stood in front of him. "I'll put my hands like this," Mr. Brooke said as he firmly gripped Little Addy's ass, "and you just put your hands on the wall up there."

"You don't need to give me directions. You could-a just asked me to hump your mouth!"

Before Mr. Brooke could ask how such an innocent kit could say such a naughty thing, Little Addy's cock was once again in his muzzle. Any other thoughts were washed away in the flood of lust that filled his mind. His greatest desire was being fulfilled. Nothing else mattered. The universe consisted of him and Little Addy.

Moment after precious moment, Little Addy gave his teacher a harder and faster muzzle-fucking. He panted. He moaned. His teacher's tongue was velvet-soft and oh-so pleasurable. Like Mr. Brooke, Little Addy was becoming lost in fiery emotion. His knot swelled. He propped himself against the wall with a shoulder and dropped his paws to Mr. Brooke's head. He was close.

Mr. Brook, feeling Little Addy's knot against his lips and tongue, knew that the main event was quickly approaching. In his fantasies and idle little day-dreams, Mr. Brooke and his young lover always orgasmed together. There just seemed to be something so lovely and romantic about experiencing that ultimate pleasure at the same time. And so Mr. Brooke lightly teased his own cock, running a single fingertip along his soft, fleshy barbs. And when Little Addy gave his final thrust, Mr. Brooke gave himself a firm stroke.

***

Little Addy let out a sharp groan. He pushed hard against his teacher's muzzle. His balls jumped up a bit and his sack contracted. He could only breathe in quick, shallow gasps. The energy drained from his body and was replaced with nerve-scorching ecstasy. It was a beautiful, all-consuming ecstasy that overloaded Little Addy's senses. His vision blurred and darkened. His knees shook and gave way.

***

Little Addy awoke to a particularly pungent smell. Mr. Brooke had broken a small capsule underneath his nose.

"Addy! Addy! Goddammit!" Mr. Brooke cried.

"I-I'm okay," Little Addy responded. Mr. Brooke, relieved that he hadn't killed one of his student, zipped up Little Addy's pants. Once he had made sure that they both looked presentable, Mr. Brooke lifted his student up and walked him to a desk. Little Addy slumped down in his chair.

"You're okay? Are you sure?" Mr. Brooke asked. Little Addy smiled and nodded his head.

Knowing that the kit was okay, Mr. Brooke was free to imagine all the horrible ways in which his life might now be ruined. Just before his imagined guillotine finished its fall, Little Addy perked up, grabbed Mr. Brooke's paw and said - with a touch of urgency, I must add - "I want you to be my friend, 'cause they always keep secrets for friends. Right? They always keep secrets for friends."

"Always," Mr. Brooke managed to choke out.

Always, of course!