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Yes. The long awaited Chapter 6.

Well. It comes with good news. and bad news. but the bad news leads to more good news.

The good news is. ITS HERE! The bad news is, its super duper short. The good news it leads to though is, really cool stuff that happens, and a slight shift that may or may not be desired.

Basically, things are about to change. A lot. From the very first sentence of the NEXT (ie. not this one sadly) chapter, things will be different.

But. without further stalling you who have waited so patiently (and probably completely abandoned me and my stories) here is the next long overdue story.

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Butch strolled down the hallways of the school. Today had sucked. Pretty thoroughly honestly. His dream hadn't come true, nothing had gone how it was supposed to, and he didn't even get to tell Richard how he felt in the end. And now he was going to have to go home with Mr. Fenton. Drats.

Who knows, maybe he could talk his way out of it and stay at his house instead. Wait though, as far as Mr. Fenton knows, he is only coming over for math tutoring. If he didn't stay over for that, Mr. Fenton would think he didn't care about his grades. He could get failed. Can't have that happening...

Alright, so he would go to Mr. Fenton's house to stay over break. It wouldn't be too awful. Mr. Fenton was a nice guy. As long as he didn't come on to the bull, he could make it through this, AND get some math tutoring out of it in the mean time. That couldn't hurt. Sure, he knew math really good, but if he kept up the charade a little longer, and then pretended he suddenly understood it; everything would work out fine. Sounds like a plan.

As he was trudging his way down the tiled hall, other students suddenly filled the space around him as the bell went off in the school. The halls were loud between classes. But Butch was good at ignoring it. The rest of his day was mostly monotonous. Having no dream to base his actions off of, it seemed to go a lot smoother than his earlier day. Perhaps with nothing to compare it to, life was just something that happened.

Midway through his day, in a trance like state, Butch accidentally knocked directly into Mr. Fenton himself. He was in such a daze at the moment it took him a moment to recognize the bull.

"Oh... pardon me..." Butch averted his glance from the bull. Suddenly he was feeling really heated, his ears turning bright red. This was such a GREAT way to start off his act of innocence. He was so fucked.

"No worries Butch. Looking forward to your week with me?" the bull planted a firm black furred paw on Butch's shoulder, bearing down on the pressure point there unintentionally. It wasn't really painful, but it did make Butch squirm some.

"Yeah, I am. I really hope I can get this. Math is killing me right now, and I don't want to fail out of it."

"Ah, that's fine. Just showing you care is doing a lot to help you out. This extra credit will do wonders for your grade. I think we're gonna have a lot of fun over the break. Hope you're ready." Mr. Fenton gave the dingo's shoulder a light squeeze, patting his shoulder before letting go.

"Looking forward to it! Hehe.." Butch smiled at the bull before quickly darting away from it. In his head, he couldn't help thinking that that whole interaction was just SCREAMING 'fuck me fuck me' which wasn't helping his case. If he wanted to make it through this unsexed, he was going to have to work harder at not seeming available or seductive to the bull. He always considered himself a rather good actor, but right now, he was failing miserably at trying to keep the teacher out of his pants. The bull must think he was such a wanting little slut, too nervous around him to even act normally. Ugh. This wasn't going to go well.

Later, at the end of the day, the final bell rang out through the school and the students eagerly departed their classrooms, regardless of teacher permission or not, ready for their break to start. Butch walked slowly to his locker, unenthusiastically unlocking the green metal unit. The door swung open towards him as his bulging bag tried in vain to escape its prison. With some effort, Butch was able to pull the bag free, slinging it over his shoulder and browsing over his locker just to make sure he had everything.

Sure that he had, he took a deep intake of breath before sighing determinedly and closing his locker. He made his way briskly down the last stretch of hallway towards the main doors. After he reached the door, he stepped out into the chilly weather. It was still quite cold out, but manageably so.

Butch looked around about the parking lot. It suddenly dawned on him that he could (and possibly should) take his own car over to Mr. Fenton's, in case he wants to go home. He decided he'd talk it over with Mr. Fenton, see if that'd be alright. He headed over to the teacher parking lot, figuring Mr. Fenton would make an appearance soon enough. Unsure of anything else to do, he sat down on a reasonably dry section of curb, pressing his chin into his palms. On the other side of the parking lot, students rushed to their cars, eager to begin their breaks. You could only take so much of school, before you needed to just cut back and take a break. The other kids just needed to let loose, live a little. In a way, Butch envied them somewhat. They would all be going home to friends and family. Meanwhile, he would be headed to a teacher's house, where he may or may not be thinking entirely about sex. Both the avoidance of it, and the desire for it.

Sex was like a drug. Once it got in your system, it was addictive. You wanted it, that feeling of connection. You wanted it back, no matter what. Butch really had it bad. He wanted sex A LOT, having had so much of it from Coach. But now that it was gone, it's like his hormones were going out of control. This whole time he had been thinking about how to NOT have sex with Mr. Fenton, and yet he found himself sporting some pretty solid wood in his trousers at the moment.

Butch shook his head some and dug his finger nails into his palm, hoping the pain would decrease his libido. While he was doing such, he heard a crunching in the light dusting of snow on the ground behind him. Turning his head, he saw the form of his math teacher approaching. Just as tall and imposing as usual, with that comical half smirk on his face. He always seemed so pleased, even when he was somewhat grumpy. He just had a way of turning up the corner of his mouth in this reassuring half smile. Any normal horny teen or gay man would be all over this bull of a man, kissing him and doing anything they could to please him, but Butch just felt queasy, wanting and yearning for the embrace of Richard instead.

"Hey there kiddo, you ready to go?" The bull stepped down from the curb, pulling a key from his pocket.

"Yeah, I am. I think I might take my car there instead, that ok?" Butch looked up at the bull, trying to seem innocent with his motives.

"Well, if you'll remember, I only have the small driveway, with only enough room for one car... Truth be told the neighbors complain mighty bitter when people park in the street too. It'd just waste your gas anyway. You won't need your car; I'll take you if you need to go anywhere. Let's just leave it here, ya?" My Fenton gave that charming half smile and Butch couldn't think of any excuse to contradict him.

"Alright I guess. I'm ready then." The bull offered Butch his paw, and Butch took it, being lifted up onto his feet by the strong teacher. Mr. Fenton placed his beefy paw at the nape of Butch's neck and led him over to his car.

The walk to the car seemed like it took place in the expanse of both a single breath, and the collected breaths of an hour. Everything seemed to stand out in the harsh wintery light bouncing off the snow. The trampled crisp snow was ugly in the wake of long gone cars. Dirty patches of slushy much stood vivid in surreal detail, like it was etching the moment in Butch's head. The sky was bright with judgment and the scorn of his ancestors. All Butch could feel was a numb sense of dread at the days ahead.

And the days ahead had little solace to provide in return.