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*So I have finally decided to just proofread the story myself. I couldn't help it! I just really want to get this out to people and see how they like it! This is my first story ever, so please leave comments telling me how it was! Faves and follows much appreciated! *

I had a comment saying that this was interfering privacy (didn't realize it, sorry!) so I changed the names up. Hope this doesn't interfere with the story! Sorry again!

Fur Runner

The Big Lift:

By: FurRunner45

** ** Chemistry Class: just another algebra course with more letters put into the equations. The morning bell rang and all the furs at Mulberry High School rushed to their homerooms. Chemistry, however, had an interesting set-up. Composed of all senior students, the class was a complete mess. With nearly half the furs late every day for the past 2 and a half weeks, the chemistry teacher had all but given up on attendance until the class was over so that he could save the stragglers from getting detentions from tardiness every day. The students were doing their same morning class routine that they had started halfway through the school year. Some furs were passed out at their desks catching up on sleep. In the back, a group of females were crowded around a few compacts applying their make-up for the day. The remaining students were sitting around lazily waiting for the teacher--who was also fashionably late--to arrive.

Trevor, an American Lab with golden brown fur and green eyes, lazily strolled into class, took a seat at his assigned table for the 1st period of the day and sighed. 'Just another day in purgatory', he thought as he brought out his laptop to work on this week's paper, Fusion vs. Fission. It was the end of the school year, and all the furs were ready for summer break to start already. Yet their teacher decided to give the class a 5-page research paper to finish before school got out. 'At least this is the last year. Couple more days and I'll be free 'til college.'

_ _ That was the one thing the dog was looking forward to once school got out, getting out of this hellhole they called high school. It wasn't high school so much as it was the furs, especially the popular ones. Two years ago, Trevor was one of the most popular kids in school. He always went to parties with his friends, and even got to hang out with the upperclassman: a feat that seemed nigh impossible for a sophomore. There was one major flaw though. Almost all of the popular furs only acted nice so that they could persuade the Lab to let them cheat off him in class. When he decided to put an end to it, his friends were pissed. They turned on him as soon as he stopped giving out all the answers during tests and quizzes. As Trevor soon found out, they never really were his friends in the first place. Since then, he has considered the whole lot of them fake and two-faced.

Now, don't get the wrong idea, the Lab wasn't the least popular kid in school nowadays; he still had a good amount of friends that he could talk to. Well, at least he thought so. Trust still seemed to be an issue to him.

Trevor booted up his computer and opened up Microsoft Word for the inevitable essay he was dreading to type. 'Why can't school just end?' he questioned to himself as his paws began to flick away at the keyboard. However, he didn't get very far before he was interrupted by a paw-slap on his back. He turned to see a familiar face.

"You're actually going to work on that thing?" said Trevor's best friend, Duane, a sinewy German Shepard with a look of disbelief on his face. Duane had run Cross Country with him for the past 3 years, and it showed. The shep had a thin muzzle and toned body, not to mention that he had deep, blue eyes that could melt a heart. Today he was wearing a cross country t-shirt and athletic shorts, his "go-to" outfit. Duane was pretty much Trevor's only close friend, and you could expect the pair to hang out whenever they had the free time.

"Well of course I'm going to work on it! The quicker I get this done the more I can sleep in this God-forsaken class." The Lab quickly retorted in his higher-than-average voice as he propped his head on his paw, now completely facing Duane.

"You do realize this isn't due 'til the end of the school year right? That's in, like, 2 weeks." Duane smugly added, his signature cheesy grin showing proudly on his muzzle.

"Shut up dude. Maybe I just like staying on top of this shit." The Lab added as he gestured towards the laptop.

"Well, your loss." The Shep stated matter-of-factly as he shrugged and strolled towards an attractive Collie named Hannah across the table.

'Psh, typical. Always trying to get a new bitch.' The Lab thought to himself with a sneer as he turned his seat back towards the screen. Just as the Labrador was getting back to his research paper, a deep, hearty voice caught him off guard to his right. "How's the paper coming along?"

Trevor quickly turned to his right to see his chemistry teacher, a big muscled black bear that Trevor knew too well. The bear had stumbled in a good 5 minutes late, which was the usual as he worked out before school every morning. As always, he was sweating ever so slightly from the recent exercise, and his fur was matted from just getting out of the shower. You could tell he rushed putting his business garb for the day, a purple polo shirt and khaki's. '_He really should find a better time for that. He wouldn't always be so late.'_Trevor thought.

Even though the workouts didn't seem to help his schedule, they proved to have amazing results on his body; he was stocky and nearly pure muscle, with just a small layer of fat covering up his ripped arms, abs, and legs. The bear couldn't have been much higher than 6 feet, Trevor guessed, but his build made him look bigger and taller. Judging by the bear's facial expressions, he was sincere in his statement and actually seemed interested in the Lab's progress.

"Just about to start on it Mr. Black." He curtly responded. After realizing he had been eyeing the bear too long, he hurriedly turned back towards his computer screen.

Mr. Black crossed his buff arms in disappointment. "You mean you haven't got _anything?_I gave you guys that assignment two days ago!"

"Mr. Black, no one has been working on this paper. Just look around." the dog stated. Of course, it turned out that Trevor was right; the few furs that were actually_awake_ in the class were all huddled in small groups talking about the latest drama and gossip. Even Ben, a portly warthog that always worked on assignments as soon as he got them, was sitting with Duane and the Collie laughing his ass off about some dirty joke that he said.

It seemed that "senioritis" was entering its final stages.

Mr. Black just sighed heavily. "Still though, Trevor, I was expecting the valedictorian to be working on the thesis at the very least." He took a sip of the protein shake that was in a science beaker and backed off to bother someone else.

'Imagine if he didn't clean the beaker... He'd be on the floor suffocating in no time from last experiment's chemicals. Wouldn't that be a sight?' Trevor thought as he chuckled to himself and, once again, got back to work on a grueling introduction to his paper.

However, the Lab couldn't think of one thing to type. His teacher's distraction got him thinking too much about the big bear. 'He may not be the best teacher, but his body's an A+.' He remarked to himself. Even though he wasn't gay, Trevor still had his fantasies about other males. The bear was just one of many studs that were in his head every so often, and right now Mr. Black was all he could think about. The dog's sheathe began to stir from the thought of the muscled bear without a shirt, but he quickly shook it off and tried to come up with at least a few words to type. After ten whole minutes of "writer's block", he just decided to give up on the whole thing and wait until tomorrow to start. 'I mean, one more day won't hurt.' He figured as he went to join Duane, Ben, and Hannah.

"Finally decided to give up on it, 'eh?" Duane snickered as Trevor took a seat across from the Hannah. It was obvious that the shep made the comment to try and make Hannah laugh; comedy was Duane's method of impressing the bitches, even if it hardly worked.

"Yeah. But I don't see you making any progress." The Lab answered back as he propped his hind paws up on the table.

"Yeah D-bone, and you're supposed to be the teacher's pet remember?" Ben added with the iconic nickname he gave Duane 2 years ago, even if he was the only one that used it. Ben's sense of humor was one-of-a-kind, as in only _he_thought it was funny.

"The only reason I got teacher's pet was because people thought it would be funny in the yearbook." Duane responded as he crossed his arms.

Hannah smiled coyly. "Yeah, funny because it's true!" the collie added with a small laugh.

Duane tried to recover from the embarrassment at hand. "Whatever. It doesn't matter. If I really was a teacher's pet, I would be working on the paper Black assigned us. In fact, I'd probably be done by now."

The conversation quickly turned to gossip: the latest break-ups, which furs decided to drop out of High school, and other silly High School drama. Trevor, however, was stuck in a daze. He couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Black; his big, rippled arms exploding out of the polo shirts he always wore, the muscled gut he had, his slightly greying hair around his face and on the top of his head and ears, and his muscled ass underneath those too-tight dress pants of his, paired with a little stub of a tail. The size of the bear's member popped in his head. Just the thought of it caused his dick to stiffen a bit. Trevor sighed in content as he continued to wonder...

"Helloooo?? Earth to Trevor?" Duane said as he was waving his paw in front of Trevor's muzzle.

Trevor blinked and snapped out of his daydream, unfazed by his friend's obnoxious attitude. "Hm? What was that?"

"I swear you have the worst selective hearing ever! Hannah asked you where you were going to college." Duane then turned his head towards Hannah and Ben, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, seemingly amused at directing the attention to someone else.

"Oh, Oleander University, home of the Bobcats." Trevor recited. As excited as he was about attending his dream college, he stated the point rather monotonous and dull. He really wasn't into it today, and Mr. Black distracting his mind wasn't helping.

Almost on cue, a gruff voice sounded behind the group, "Ohio University you say? That's a big party school." All four furs turned to see Mr. Black sitting on the table behind them, slouching a bit and leisurely sipping on his shake. It made Trevor jump a bit in his seat, feeling that he had gotten caught fantasizing about his teacher.

"Uh, yeah," Trevor replied, albeit a little dumbfounded by his teacher's remark, "but that's not the reason I'm going. I actually got accepted into a good program there." Trevor quickly added. What he didn't say was that it was one of the most prestigious programs there. He received a full ride from the private donor who sponsored the program, some old rich couple in California. Only one furson from his intended major--business-- got it.

Black stirred the beaker in his hands and swallowed a large chunk of whey protein that didn't dissolve in the shake. 'Disgusting' Trevor thought to himself.

The bear continued, "A scholastic program, ya say? What are you going to be doing there?"

"Oh, a double major in accountancy and finance. In fact, this summer I'm going on a wilderness expedition with the others in the program. We're going canoeing and portaging for 15 days in Minnesota." Trevor quickly added. He didn't know why he added that last part. Maybe talking to Mr. Black made him feel like he had to tell the whole story. Anyways, it was too late to take the words back now. He could see the bear mulling the idea in his mind.

"Now, for that you need to be in shape, don't you?" Mr. Black inquired, and realizing he made it sound bad added, "I mean, you're not out of shape or anything. But you're going to need a little bit more muscle than what you got." He said as he approached Trevor and gave his arm a light punch. To Trevor, It felt like a hammer striking his bicep. "Canoes weigh a good 75 pounds, and I'm assuming you're going to be carrying a pack. That's another 50 pounds."

Trevor was astounded as he rubbed his arm where the bear had hit him. He hadn't thought about that at all. "I... guess you're right. I mean, I plan on getting into better shape for it, but I just don't know how."

Duane, who was equally surprised by their teacher's remark added, "How do _you_know so much about camping? Aren't you more of a feral horse rider? I wouldn't expect you to be the camping type."

"Oh I'm not an avid camper. I had a roommate in college who hiked a lot. He actually took me canoeing over in the nearby campsite. I hated it." Mr. Black added as he took another swig of the protein beverage, "However, I pretty much know the muscle groups you'll be using and how to strengthen those up." The bear stated. It was obvious that Mr. Black was quite knowledgeable of workout routines. I mean after all, he was nearly religious to the gym.

"Really? You think you could help me out?!?" Trevor added with a little too much excitement in his voice.

"Sure thing, Trevor. You start working out with me in the summer when school gets out, and you'll be prepped for that trip in no time. I still come here to work out in the weight room every morning in the summer months. Beats buying a gym membership." Mr. Black said with a short laugh and a wink. It made Trevor smile a bit.

"Alright, it's a deal!"

Not long after the short exchange the bell rang and the class left for next period. Duane ran up to catch Trevor to the lockers. "Bro, are you crazy? You're seriously gonna work out with Mr. B? You realize he lifts like 400 pounds right? You're going to look like a chump."

"That doesn't matter to me. I need to work out, and Black can really help me gain some upper body strength." Trevor stated, even though he did feel a little uncomfortable about it. He had toned legs, but his arms were long and lanky, not to mention that he could hardly bench 80 pounds. He knew he was in for some rough work.

"I'm just warning you man. I've heard when Black lifts he goes berserk. It's like an adrenaline rush times ten." Duane heeded.

"I'm sure it's not that bad. Anyways, we can talk about it later. I'll catch ya at lunch. Don't want to be late." The Lab added as he reached his locker and put his laptop inside.

Duane snickered. "Still the goody-two shoes as always. It's not like the teachers care that any of the seniors are late. They expect it." The Shep added and walked off to his next class. Trevor shook his head and slammed his locker shut, books in hand and tail wagging from the thought of working out with one of his role models.

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School finally got out, and Trevor slammed his locker. Today was rough._All of his teachers were trying to crunch in an extra chapter or two before school got out, and that meant more tests for the Lab. Just today his calculus teacher, Mr. Ramses, decided that a "pop-quiz" was in order for today. Sure, it may have been about a movie they watched the other day, and it _was for Extra-credit (a LOT of furs were failing), but still: schoolwork was the LAST thing on Trevor's mind.

Trevor drove home and entered the front door to his house. Immediately he dropped his pack and headed into the kitchen for a snack. He proceeded to open the cupboard, then the fridge, "Nothing, as usual." The lab sighed to himself. He quickly closed both and proceeded to turn on the television in the living room. 'A little TV will distract me until Mom gets home to make dinner.'

That was when he heard a door open behind him. He turned to see his dad. "Hey Trev. You got home early." His father remarked, closing the door to the basement as he went into the kitchen. Trevor was a spit-image of his father in every way, other than the fact that his dad had a good 40 pounds of fat on him. He worked at home in the basement, to which he altered into an office. He must have heard Trevor walking around upstairs. That, or he came up for a "smoke-break".

"Yeah. The school lets the seniors out early. It's part of our 'senior privileges'." Trevor said a little sarcastically, putting quote marks on the last two words with his paws.

"Wow. Sounds like a blast." His dad answered back in the same manner as Trevor. That was when the light rumbling noise of the garage door opening began. "Sounds like your mother's home." He nonchalantly added as he went out front, a pack of Camels in paw.

It wasn't soon after that three of Trevor's younger brothers entered the house, the front door slamming behind them. "Watch the door!" Trevor could hear his father yell as the pups ran about the house throwing their book bags to the ground as well as their sneakers. The twins, fraternal --one a golden retriever, the other a black lab-- ran up to their room. The other one stopped to see Trevor on the couch.

"Hey Trev!" Said the oldest of the three, Tyler. He was another "father clone" but with slightly darker fur and thinner body.

"Hi Ty, where's Mom at?" Trevor inquired.

"Oh she's coming. It always takes her a while to get her things together." Tyler said with a slight smile as he ran up to his room to play on the Xbox with the twins. 'They're on that thing 24/7' Trevor thought with a smile, flipping channels with a small click of the remote

Not too long after, Trevor could hear his mother close the garage door and slam the front door shut. "Hey, Three Stooges! Get your asses down here and put your shit where it belongs!" She yelled upstairs to the pups. She immediately turned to see her oldest son laying on the couch in the living room. "Hello Trevor, how was your day today?" She asked with a completely different tone of voice, this one much more "motherly". She always asked Trevor when he got home.

Trevor turned to see her mother, a stressed out Golden Retriever with hair flowing at her shoulders. She worked at the middle school as a paraprofessional, so she always wanted to be up-to-tabs on the latest school news.

"Good." Trevor quickly replied. He never went into much detail on his days at school. He thought going through school was enough of a punishment, let alone actually talking about it.

"Anything interesting happen?" His mom further questioned, almost like she wanted to push his buttons as she checked the home phone for voicemails.

"No, not really."

She turned towards him, ears lowered in exasperation. "Nothing at all? No teachers you want to talk about? No homework you need to do? Anything?" His mother asked. She always did this to him; she always had to strain the conversation to get the littlest bit of information about his day.

"Nope." Trevor turned his head back to the TV screen.

"Are you getting a headache from all my questions?" She joked with a smile.

"No mom, school's boring. There's really nothing to talk about." He replied, almost with a hint of annoyance.

"Well... okay. I made dinner today in a crockpot. It should be ready in about an hour. You want to eat with me?" His mother asked, almost with a little desperation. "We never get to eat together. You're always too busy with friends and such." She was truly pleading at this point.

"Yeah, sure. I'm starving." Trevor added as he surfed channels. He stopped on an interesting program about famous restaurants in America. 'Bad idea' he thought as his stomach growled hungrily. He switched it off and decided to take a quick nap. With the long day he had, he passed out in less than a minute on his back with an arm over his eyes to mask the light.

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When Trevor woke up from the short doze, he wasn't surprised what he saw, or more so felt. Looking down, he could see his cargo shorts were tented from a raging erection. 'Oh, just great. That's not going down for a while.' The dog thought as he shook his head, almost like he was criticizing himself because of the boner in his pants.

He had been dreaming about the black bear again, but this time it was much more intimate. Mr. Black was wearing nothing but a pair of tight briefs that showed nearly every contour of his body, including his package, and a sizable one at that. Trevor saw he was in the classroom alone with the bear, watching as the bear leisurely, almost seductively, strolled towards the light brown Lab and caressed his muzzle and ass. Trevor didn't know why, but it felt so good to be handled by another male. Just as Mr. Black was about to pull down the waist strap to his briefs he woke up, albeit a little alarmed. He was utterly confused at why he couldn't stop thinking about muscle stud. 'Sure, he's got a good body and everything, but I wouldn't ever do anything with a male. Would I?'

That was when he heard his mother's voice behind him. "How was your nap? Did you sleep well?" She said with a light smirk on her face.

Trevor was startled by his mother's voice. I mean, he was showing off a major erection. He immediately flipped onto his belly and faced his mom with a reply. "Uh yeah, dinner ready?" He said, the signature guilty "caught" look written all over his face.

"It'll be ready in 5 minutes," she said as she walked up to the end of the couch and said a little more quietly, "you know, you don't need to be ashamed of that. You're still a teenager. Your hormones take over." She said with a little chuckle.

Trevor's ears moved back in embarrassment; she did see what he was sporting. "I know, but you don't have to make it awkward!" He stated as he threw a couch pillow at her.

Trevor's mom caught it in her stomach, and this time she outright laughed heartily. "You know me hun! I'm always in your business!!!" She said as she threw the pillow back, which hit Trevor right in the face: harder than when he had thrown it no less. "Just watch some TV while I set the table for us. It'll distract you long enough for "it" to go down." She said with a spurt of laughter at the end. Trevor couldn't help but smile at his mother; she always knew how to settle the tension.

Trevor grabbed the remote and turned the TV on and followed that with a quick check of his phone. 'No messages. How strange. Usually Duane's asking me to go do something.' He thought as he dropped his phone into his lap and continued watching the current program, "Fast Food America". 'Mom really_needs to hurry up on the food'_.

It wasn't long until the lab heard his mother calling Trevor. "Dinner's ready hun." She curtly said.

Trevor turned off the TV and proceeded into the dining area in the next room. He took a seat at the table, which, oddly enough was only set for two. "You're not calling the others down?" Trevor inquired.

"No. We never talk, so I wanted to have dinner with you one-on-one." She smiled as she set the meal out, beef stroganoff with egg noodles and some pre-made dinner rolls. As she took a seat across the table, Trevor immediately grabbed his fork and began to devour the food in front of him. "Jesus Trev, slow down! I didn't know you were that hungry dear!"

"I... haven't eaten anything... since lunch!" Trevor said between bites of the pasta-based dish. As always, his mother's cooking was amazing. He never hated his mother's cooking; on most days, he would get seconds. By the looks of how the Lab was eating, he may go for more than usual.

"Well hun, that was only 4 hours ago. I swear you're worse than your father when it comes to pigging out!" She laughed. It seemed that Trevor's mom was in a good mood today.

A few minutes passed until his mother started another conversation, "So tell me at least one interesting thing that happened at school today. There had to be something that was different than usual."

'Damn she really wants me to say something...' Trevor thought as he slurped up an egg noodle into his muzzle. "Really, mom. School sucks. Everything's the same." Trevor said. His mother sighed sullenly. It was then that his conversation with a certain bear popped into his head. "Oh! I forgot to tell you that I'm going to start working out with Mr. Black this summer!"

"That's wonderf-- Wait, what? When did this all go down?" His mother asked with ears perked in a puzzled expression. Finally getting her son to talk, she began to eat.

Trevor then explained what happened: the canoeing trip, which she of course knew about, Bates hearing in on the conversation, and ultimately an invitation to his workouts. His mother seemed hesitant.

"Now, Mr. Black is that bear chemistry teacher right? He's really strong!" His mother added followed by a bite of her roll.

Trevor swallowed a large bite. "Yeah, he's super nice and everything. I think he really likes me. We talk a lot in his class about college and such..." He continued to talk about Black incessantly; what he's like, his norms, and how strong he is. It was getting to the point of being obsessive. Yet Trevor kept talking, and in the end had gone on for a whole 2 or 3 minutes just about the bear.

"Well it sounds like you really adore him." His mom simply put, "Well in that case, I don't have a problem with you working out with him, just don't hurt yourself. I don't want you spraining anything and not being able to go to Minnesota!" The retriever said with a gentle smile, ears perked and eyes slightly closed. She looked so happy that her son was finding someone he could look up to other than her and his father.

"Thanks mom! I promise by the time it's over I'll be looking ripped!" He added with a small laugh and a smile as he got up from the table. By then he had had 3 plates, and couldn't eat another bite. "Dinner was awesome, by the way!" He said as he walked off to his room upstairs.

"Glad you enjoyed it! It's about time you shared some of your life with me!" She said, gradually increasing in volume as he went upstairs. She finished her plate and went to the base of the stairs "Boys! Come get some dinner already! It's gonna be cold soon, and don't think that I'll make something else!" She yelled upstairs. "I swear it's like I'm the only sane one in this house!" The golden retriever sighed as she went to the living room to watch her recorded programs like every other night.

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Trevor opened the door to his room, a small square room with light green walls, a small closet, and drawer with a TV on top. The walls were barren, and he liked to keep them that way, even though he had dozens of posters, framed scholastic awards, and other miscellaneous wall hangings. His room was hardly ever a mess, since the Lab was hardly in his room in the first place. He took his phone out of his pocket and checked the time, 5:26 p.m. As he crashed to his bed he thought, 'It's way too early to pass out now. I need to do something.' He grabbed a book off the side of his bed, an inspirational novel that the university gave him to read over the summer. "This'll have to do." He shrugged as he opened to the first page with a flick of the paw.

He was like that, reading, for about an hour until he heard a buzz in his pocket. He grabbed his phone with his left paw while holding the book open with his right. Glancing over at his phone, it read "Message from: Duane". 'Oh great,' the Lab thought, 'What does he want to do tonight.' He dropped the book open-faced on the bed and slid his phone unlocked to see what the Shep wanted.

'Hey man, whatchu up to?' The text read.

He replied, 'Not much, just reading. Why?'

_ _ A few moments later, the phone vibrated again, 'Going to get food with Ben, wanna join?' Trevor laughed aloud. "Of course he wants food, he'll probably want me to pay for him as well!" he said to himself as he texted back his reply.

'Nah man I just ate. Go on without me.'

Another waiting period; longer than the last one. Finally, Duane replied, 'Fine man. You're missing out though! Wings are half off tonight at the pub!' Trevor couldn't help but chuckle at the Shep's response.

'Maybe next time.' He texted back as he dropped the phone and decided to close the book for now. 'I have all summer to read this; don't want to finish it too soon.' He thought as he dropped the book to the side of his bed and got up to change into some more comfortable night-wear, athletic shorts and a thin t-shirt. After all, he figured that he won't be going anywhere tonight. He then went into the bathroom across the hall to brush his teeth and get ready for bed, even though it was only 6:30. As he entered the bathroom, he could hear the shower running.

"Who's in there?" he asked as he lifted the toilet seat to take a piss.

"It's Nate." A deep voice said. Nathan was the second oldest of the five boys, and was a perfect mix of his mother and father. His gold fur hid his muscled body, as he worked out every day after school for football and baseball. As many other jocks, he was extremely popular, and the exact opposite of Trevor in nearly every way; how they acted, dressed, socialized, the list goes on and on. Trevor wondered how he hadn't heard Nathan in the hallway while he was reading.

Trevor simply shrugged and proceeded to pull his sheathe back a little to relieve himself. With such a big family, privacy wasn't very common, and intrusions in the bathroom were a norm. It was funny to see how Duane reacted for the first time when one of the twins just left the main bathroom door open while urinating.

Trevor pulled his shorts up and turned to grab his toothbrush and toothpaste. "Workout was good?" he said, trying to compensate some small talk to break the silence between the two as he looked at himself in the mirror. Like Mr. Black had said, the brown Lab wasn't out of shape, but he had a small gut forming around his stomach. At 6 feet, 3 inches, it wasn't noticeable, but Trevor always took it to heart. He had long, slender arms that were lightly toned, but nothing special. He had strong, muscled legs, and a great ass to go with it; the benefits of being an avid runner.

"Yeah it was fine." His brother simply stated. The two didn't talk a whole lot. Heck, they even avoided each other at school! It was no wonder why most of the furs at school didn't believe they were brothers. Trevor proceeded to squeeze some toothpaste on his brush and brushed his teeth. He always made sure to get every tooth in his muzzle carefully--too many cavities in his younger years taught him that much.

He spit and rinsed out his muzzle and promptly said to his brother. "Sorry to bother you. I'm leaving."

"All good dude." He said as Trevor shut the door behind him and sighed. 'Well I made that way more awkward than it needed to be.' Trevor thought as he headed back to his room. He proceeded to once again slump on his bed, but this time he grabbed the TV remote and starting looking for something good on cable. He began to watch an old comedy show, "Elvis and Costello". He couldn't help but laugh at the fact that their Halloween program was on in the early summer, but it didn't matter to him; he continued to watch. By the time it was over, it was nearly 9:00 and he was just about ready to pass out by how comfortable he was. 'Just think, in a few more weeks high school will be all in the past.' He thought contentedly as he proceeded to pull himself under the covers for a well needed night's rest.

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Trevor was sitting in his car, a little nervous for what the next 2-3 hours would entail. School was finally out, and Mr. Black told the Lab to meet him at the school today at 8 a.m. sharp. Here he was, donned in athletic shorts and a plain white T-shirt in the parking lot at 7:45, and Mr. Black's blue Chevy pickup was already parked in the lot, just a few spots down. 'Get a hold of yourself, Trevor. It's just a workout. You've done workouts before.' What he didn't tell himself, however, was that he would be working with a buff black bear that could rip the dog to pieces if he wanted to. After a long, deep sigh, Trevor grabbed his water bottle and opened his car door to proceed towards the school's entrance.

The air was mild outside and felt good on the Lab's coat as he hurried into the school. The main hallway was fully lit, which was odd; with everybody out of school, they should be turned off to save energy. 'Oh well,' Trevor thought, 'Mr. Black probably turned them on.'

_ _ As if on cue, Trevor perked his ears up to hear a series of grunts coming from inside the weight room farther down the hall, signaling that the bear had already begun his workout. Not wanting to miss out on anything, Trevor began to jog towards the weight room down the hall and to the left. What he saw when he entered gave him shivers.

The Lab couldn't help but stare at the magnificent sight in front of him. Mr. Black, wearing only a pair of shorts, was benching what looked like a considerable amount, around 250 pounds. Trevor could only stare at the shirtless bear as he fluidly pumped the iron at a steady pace, with each rep he let out heavy grunt and a strong exhale of air through his nostrils as he focused completely on the task ahead of him. With the bear sweating heavily, Trevor could see every rippled muscle in the bear's arms, down to his broad shoulders and huge pectorals, and of course, his muscled gut that jutted outward with each intake of breath. In his stupor, Trevor didn't realize that Mr. Black had set the weights back with a metallic 'clank' and turned his blocky head to see his spectator. "Well, you got here early." He said as he got up from the weight bench. He then grabbed a towel to wipe his body down. "What's with the face, Trevor?" He said with a chuckle, wiping his arms down.

Trevor shook out of the stupor. "Oh, uh, you're just really good at lifting those weights, Mr. Black." He said dumbly. 'Really? That's the best excuse you could come up with?' Trevor thought, criticizing himself. He just wanted to slap himself in the face, but just then the bear approached him.

"Are you sure it's not because of this hot bod?" Mr. Black added with a slight flex of his right bicep. Trevor held his ears and eyes down and blushed heavily under his fur. "I'm just joking with ya kid!" he laughed with a playful wink as he slapped the Labrador's ass, cupping it a little more than he should have, then resumed back towards the weights. "I wanted to finish my work out before you got here so I could focus on your bod--err work out more." The Bear added with a little hesitation.

'_That was weird.'_Trevor thought.

The bear started moving weights on and off the bar. "All I need to do is hit my max for a few reps and I'll be ready to start you off. Can ya help me out?" The bear asked.

"Uh, sure thing. What do you need?" Trevor inquired as he headed towards the weight rack.

"Grab me two more 45 pounders and two 25 pounders." The bear said nonchalantly.

Trevor grabbed the first two weights, both 45 pounds each, and attempted to carry them with one hand each. Being as weak as he was, it was a challenge. The lab only managed a few steps before he dropped the weight in his left hand and it crashed to the floor with a loud 'SLAP'. "Oh shit!" Trevor said, a little louder than he meant. He never cussed in front of a teacher, even if they didn't care about it. "Sorry about that." Trevor said in shame, apologizing both for his language and his clumsiness.

"Don't sweat it. Here, let me grab that." The bear said as he walked over to the dropped weight and slowly bent over to pick it up. From his perspective, Trevor was getting a great view of the bear's muscled ass in those too-tight shorts of his. As Black fully bent over, Trevor could see that he was wearing a jock-strap, and the top of the bear's fuzzy crack came into view. The Lab could have sworn the bear was doing it on purpose.

"You getting a good view back there?" the bear once again teased, a sly smile on his face as he gave slight sway of his hips, making his ass jiggle lightly. Trevor tried to sputter out a reply. This made the bear bust out in laughter. "I'm only teasing ya again!" He said as he stood upright, the weight in between two paw digits. "Now give me that and grab me those 25's." He said, pointing at the 45 in Trevor's right paw. "Surely you can handle the 25's on your own." He said with a chuckle as he grabbed the other 45 out of the Lab's hand and put them on each side of the bar.

Trevor grabbed the 25's and proceeded to place them on both sides of the bar and looked at Mr. Black. "Um, how much weight is all this? It has to be at least 350 pounds!" Trevor said, a little astounded by the feat that his teacher was about to attempt.

"Do the math, kid. How much does six 45's and two 25's add up to?" Mr. Black said with a genuine smile, preparing his body by slightly stretching him arms to get them ready for the task ahead. Trevor could see Mr. Black's arms flex under the sweaty fur, and his eyes drifted downwards towards the bear's abdomen, where he had a little extra fur down towards his lower belly leading to his...

"Focus on the question at hand, Trevor." His teacher said as he clapped his paws together, snapping Trevor out of the daze.

"Oh, let's see, six 45's would add up to 270; add 50 and you get 320 pounds." Trevor quickly said, blushing after he realized he had been staring at the bear for much too long. "Oh, and not to mention the 45 pound bar, so that's 365 pounds that you're benching." The Lab said with a small smile. Then it hit Trevor how much he would really be lifting. "Wait, you can lift that much?"

The bear smiled a little devilishly. "Well of course. After so many years you start pushing your boundaries. This here is my max, I can get about 5 reps, with a few extra if I feel up for it." The bear added. He got into position, stretching his arms and grasping the bar with his paws. He then added another thing, "Oh, and I'll need you to spot me. Don't want this to get ugly." He said with a chuckle.

Trevor had the most absurd look on his face. "Mr. Black, I can barely lift a 45, what makes you think I can spot 365 pounds?"

The bear simply laughed, "Son, you won't need to carry it all! If I need help I'll tell ya. You just have to help out, and I'll lift the rest. Now get behind the bar." The bear said, nearly commanding him.

Trevor proceeded to get behind the bar and spread his legs a little to brace himself for the lift. That was when Black scooted his body up, sliding his head dangerously close to the Lab's crotch. So close, in fact, that he could feel the bear breathe heavily onto his shorts and heating his sheathe and balls. It was so pleasurable in fact that Trevor's sheathe started to swell from the attention. Trevor realized that it has been too long since he relieved himself. He could feel a slight moan escape his muzzle, and quickly closed his mouth, not wanting to have the bear notice the intense pleasure he was giving the dog.

Black, smiling from the Lab's reaction, starting giving instruction. "Ok, on the count of three. One... Two... Three!" On three, Trevor helped Mr. Black lift up on the bar, freeing it from the hook at the top and guiding Mr. Black into a comfortable lifting position. "Okay now... Let go Trev!" the bear nearly yelled, breathing heavy through his nose from holding the weights, stimulating Trevor even more than before and coaxing his already swelling dick out of his sheathe. Trevor's balls also reacted by tightening a bit. The Lab, almost missing the bear's command released his grip on the bar and merely watched the show put on for him.

Mr. Black was burning up, slowly lifting the bar down toward his chest and exhaling heavily. The bar continued to lower and hovered just above his chest when he then changed direction, this time lifting the bar and inhaling deeply. Trevor was sure that Mr. Black could smell the musk emanating from his nether regions, but to Trevor it didn't matter. He was soaking in the gun show that was being brought before him.

"Ergh, One." Black said with a smile as he once again lowered the bar, just as slow and controlled as the last. This time when Black exhaled, he breathed through his mouth, pushing more hot air on Trevor's growing member. It was almost like he was trying to get him harder!

As Black started raising the bar again, Trevor noticed something moving in the bear's shorts. 'There's no way that's what I think it is.' The Labrador thought to himself as he continued to watch closely at the bear's motions. His teacher once again reached another rep.

"Two!" Black said, this time a bit louder.

The next time the bar went down, Trevor couldn't mistake it: his teacher was getting aroused from benching the bar. He could see it clearly now as the bear's member started to stiffen in his shorts. It was accompanied by another exhale, that in turn made Trevor's dick harder now at about 5 inches, and still growing out of his sheathe. His testicles were pressed up against his sheathe, and there was no mistaking the musk that was penetrating the sweat-filled air. Before Trevor realized it, Black had reached another rep.

"Argh, Three!" Black yelled.

Trevor hadn't even noticed his dick becoming so hard because he was now staring at the monster of a cock in the bear's shorts. Black was now tenting his already tight shorts, and once again the bear's exhale was tempting Trevor's dick more and more. Trevor tried to focus on the bar, now rising, but he couldn't. All he could do was stare at the dick he had fantasized about for so long now.

"GRRR. FOUR!!" Black growled as he reached the top once more. His face was contorting now, and he did all he could to control his breathing.

Both males were fully hard and completely tenting by the time the bar fell for the fifth time; Trevor's standing at a proud 7 inches with a big rounded knot at the base, while his teacher's member was much more sizable at 10 inches and thick. There was a silence in the room other than the heavy breathing going on from the black bear, who was putting all his focus into one final push.

"GAHHHHH! FIVE!" Black roared as he finished the rep and put the bar back in its place, without Trevor's help much less. His arms went limp and fell to the sides of the bench, and his breath continued to pleasure the Labrador's erection. He smiled and said. "Looks like... someone... enjoyed themselves... hah... damn." He said in between breaths as he recovered from the exhausting work.

Trevor almost didn't hear Mr. Black, as he was completely focused on the bear's member. "Uh-huh" was all he could get out of his muzzle.

"Well... it looks like _someone_could use a little attention." He said with a small laugh under heavy breaths as he raised his left hand a groped the dog's crotch.

Trevor snapped out of his focus as he was grabbed so aggressively. Every muscle in his body shuddered as he was stroked through his clothing by the bear's meaty paw. He was even more surprised from his erection, but he didn't stop the bear, the pleasure outweighed his mentality. All that mattered was that his teacher was giving a hell of a handjob. Trevor could feel his dick pulsing at the newfound attention he was receiving, and was desperately seeking release.

"Why don't we get a better look at this, shall we?" Mr. Black said lustfully as he proceeded to pull both the Lab's shorts and underwear to expose his rock solid shaft. Still on his back, he pulled the clothing down and with his other hand pushed back the dog's sheathe past the knot. Trevor shook violently in waves of pleasure as his knot was exposed and caressed. Pre was leaking like crazy from the tip as he was being teased. A drop landed on Black's nose, and he lapped it up eagerly. Each light touch brought about another small spasm of pre as his prick was teased.

Black began to stroke the member at a moderate pace, causing Trevor to elicit a loud moan from his muzzle. This time however, he didn't hide it. With each stroke, more pre dripped from his leaking member and landed on and around the big bear giving the treatment. The Lab simply couldn't move from the delightful experience. He was paralyzed by the pure fact that he was receiving such affection to his teacher!

"What a lovely bone you have there, doggy, and your ass is even better!" Mr. Black added as he stopped stroking Trevor's prick, gave him a small slap on the ass, and sat up. The bear teasingly pulled at his short and gave the dog a different kind of show. Trevor's dick kept throbbing violently at the sight.

Finally, Black peeled off his shorts, showing that his large pink dick had poked out one of the jock's sides. Trevor could only gawk at the sight before him, the man of his dreams showing off that slightly curved fleshy pleasure rod. Black proceeded to tease by pulling at his shaft and balls.

At last, Trevor's dreams were coming true. Forget the stigma of being gay. He wanted his teacher's cock, and he wanted it now.

"Well, are you just gonna stand there, or are you going to get sucking?" The bear said gruffly, now pulling his jock off and slightly stroking his dick.

The bear reeked of dominance as the Lab quickly complied and knelt in front of the bear. His teacher's dick was just inches from his muzzle, and Trevor got a strong whiff of the bear's heat-filled musk, strong and intoxicating. Trevor slightly opened his lips and teasingly licked the tip of the head, which had a small drop of pre-cum. It was musky and salty to the taste buds, but Trevor loved it as he started lapping at the monster between the black bear's legs. "That's it, you're such a natural. Have you sucked a dick before kid?"

"No sir, this is my first time. But I do watch a lot of porn." Trevor giggled, looking up at the bear and lapping the pre off his nose. He then proceeded to suckle at the head of the bear's dick.

"Ooooohhh that's nice kid, not gonna last long if you keep this up." Black said with a deep rumble.

Trevor couldn't help but wag his tail furiously as he went further and further down the bear's shaft. Soon inch after inch of thick bear dick began entering his muzzle. He continued further and further, making sure to keep his teeth covered as he kept delving onto the pillar of flesh. Being an amateur, Trevor couldn't get past 5 inches, as it started hitting the back of his throat, but he made for it by grabbing the extra length with one paw and cupping the bear's hefty sack with the other. He continued to work on the shaft, bobbing quickly as he nursed the cock for its sweet milk.

Trevor kept this up for a few more moments when he felt the bear's hands behind his ears. "You ready for a mouth fucking of a lifetime?" the bear asked. Trevor, his muzzle full, could only give him an "mm-hm". The vibrations caused the bear to murr loudly and took a wider stance.

Happy with the signal, Black thrust his hips lightly into the dog's muzzle, just to get the Lab used to more of his length. Trevor gagged a bit, as he never had anything intrude his throat so quickly, but he soldiered on; he wasn't going to stop now, not while it was getting good.

Black kept that pace for a bit, lightly thrusting his cock into the newly used orifice, but it didn't take long for the bear to start thrusting harder and deeper into the Lab's muzzle, making his mouth a fuckhole.

Trevor could feel each throb of the bear's dick as it was thrusted down his throat. He controlled his breathing and pretty soon kept up with the rhythm. As he got more and more used to the cock, he began to work with Black, trying his best to get the reward he so badly needed.

Pretty soon, Black was thrusting near the hilt, going in and out of the Lab's abused muzzle. Trevor didn't care however. He wanted nothing more than to be this big bear's bitch. "Gonna cum soon! Get ready!" His teacher growled, still keeping a strong pace.

Trevor could feel as the bear's balls slapped lightly under his muzzle. Pretty soon Black's balls were tensing up, his instincts taking over. Every muscle in his body wracked as he was nearing his orgasm. "Get ready bitch! Here it...."

Trevor's eyes snapped open under the bright light emanating from the ceiling. "Time for school Trev." He could hear his father say as he closed the door behind him. Trevor rubbed his eyes in disbelief and then looked around. He was back in his room. Under his sheets, he could feel a cold sweat that was produced in the night, and the sticky signs of cum in his shorts. The Lab grabbed the nearest pillow and groaned loudly. School wasn't over, he hasn't starting working out, and most of all, he wasn't pleasuring the one man he has been thinking about for the past 24 hours. 'Fuck it all.' He thought angrily as he got out of bed, dreading another day of the prison they call high school.

To be continued??? BWAHAHAHAH