Parent Teacher Conference
OK! Here's a quick story I decided to pump out! Something about an evil teacher and a concerned parent...leading to other events seemed like a fun idea!
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The wolf looked over the papers, his paw a flurry of red swipes, marking mistake after mistake. Misspelled words, run-on sentences, comma splices, oh the humanity of it all would never end for him. Mr. Johnson rubbed over his temples as he continued the work. He glared at the new paper that addressed him as "Mr. Dick" quite sure the student was playing a game with his first name. Not against the rules. In fact, it was clever, or at least it had been the first time, now he saw it every other year or so. Putting the thoughts aside he simply made a mark that 'dick' was his first name; though he'd always told the children to refer to him as John at the very least.
Still, there was nothing to be done with the insolence of some, one just had to grit the teeth and bear with it. He scratched at his small belly for a few moments--an extra bagel or midnight snack having added up over the years. Well, that and not ever hitting the gym anymore. John still felt he was ok, with his black and white fur still making him look slimming a bit, if not a bulky wolf. Having to tuck in his shirt made the stomach stand out a little, even if it wasn't that bad. And it sure as hell wasn't like he was trying to impress any of the students.
Not that there was much time for pursuing anything outside of his job anyway. He found most of his time was taken up with grading, making lesson plans, and the like. The students didn't even really appreciate it, he graded them roughly because there were so many with such potential, but they would rather text in 'r u gud' format than to actually care about making an articulate point. It was baffling.
John let out a sigh of annoyance, what he wouldn't give for a nice chance to just relax for once, to say "fuck it" and trash the papers. Or, well, maybe just anything involving fucking for once. Why had he chosen to be a teacher? It was all females, the only other male in the school being a principal who was happily married. Even worse, the faculty took him as the 'gay friend' time who they could just chat away with. He didn't care, but had to be nice.
"Oh well...guess that's the w--oh damn it Jason, how many times are you going to...!?" John growled, underlining the uncapitalized text yet again, how hard was it to capitalize the first letter of a sentence? That settled it! Tonight, he'd go home, settle down with a drink or two and then get out that box under the bed. He was going to undo some of the frustrations on the job; long, hard, sweaty frustration.
Undoing his tie a little John couldn't help a small grin, it'd been too long. There were nights where he didn't even paw off. What the hell had happened with him, he used to have fun, to enjoy himself; now a paw job was something to help him go to sleep, and getting laid, damn it'd been years. His paw dropped lower and he adjusted himself, his sheath stirring at the ideas of a fun night--even one with a toy.
"Hey!" a gravely voice interrupted his thoughts, making John jump a little in his seat. His eyes ran to the door where a large figure was leering at him. A lean tail flicked back and forth as the lion stepped forward, amber eyes glaring at the wolf. "I heard your giving my boy a rough time,"
Oh great...another helicopter parent John thought with a sigh. It probably wasn't the best idea to compliment that thougth with a roll of his eyes.
"You think you're good shit failing everyone?" the tiger asked with a growl, stepping forward into the room. He closed the door behind him, making the wolf's fur bristle. Even more after a pair of paws slammed on his desk.
"I'm sorry Mr....??" John let it hang in the air, waiting for the lion to tell him whose son he was. Of course there were only three lions in the class, and he had a good ide--
"Hunt, Van Hunt,"
"Oh, Charles' father," the wolf said, feeling it all fall into place now. The lion's ears flickered at him calling the kitten Charles instead of Tank--which he preffered. Maybe the son would be deserving of the title one day if he got as big as his father. The beefy feline put him to shame, and a lot of other males he'd seen, despite what was probably going to be an annoying conversation John did let himself enjoy the sight for a bit of time. The shirt tightly hugged the chest, the biceps were nearly twice his size and it was all supported on some thick legs--with a nice looking package too. And he had a soft spot for manes as well, which the lion let grow in all its glory, he could see the trail of it dip into his shirt and the frame go lower and lower--without realizing it John licked his lips.
All of that happened in a few moments, and John gave the lion a smile, "I've actually just finished your son's paper if you would care for me to go over why he received his current grade Mr Hunt,"
"Hmph, yer failing everyone in this class the way I hear it,"
"Only those who deserve it, not for lack of intellect, but for lack of trying, if your son put half as much effort into the classroom as he did on the field, well, we'd probably nto be ha--"
"Stop trying to act so smug,"
"Smug?" John was taken aback for a few moments cocking his head.
"You don't talk to the pups like this do you?"
"Well...yes...I find treating them like adul--"
"No wonder my boy is failing, you're such a bore talking like that,"
"Sir, I don't think that's appropriate, from you or your son to say," John replied with a snarl of his lips, which he quickly hid.
"Now now, I didn't say you were a bore yourself, only that your talking pretty boring right now," the lion said with a chuckle, giving the wolf a look over. He didn't bother to hide his glances, from the developed chest and beefy shoulders to the bit of gut on the wolf. Those eyes were quite nice too.
John felt himself shrink a little under that gaze; even if they were both predators, the feline's presence was overpowering his own. Had the feline just checked him out? No, he still had a bit of his mind in the gutter. The truth was, Mr. Hunt had quite the chance of being his imagined fuck tonight on his toy. That is, if the lion didn't attack him or threaten him, which being loomed over seemed to imply. "If my subject matter is boring to him, then he shoul--"
"Maybe you should take it easier on the pups,"
"My grading is more than fair....liek I said, if you'd like to sit and look over my ciriculum I'm s--"
"I don't like you being so rough on my boy,"
"Mr. Hunt, if you'd kindly stop interrupting me," John growled, quickly adjusting it to a bothered tone, which he didn't need to intimidate. I'd rather be rough on you he thought, the agitation not helping him. As it was, his agitation was only making him want to get off more. "And please don't touch my things like that!"
"Dick Johnson, heh," the tiger read the plaque with a chuckle, tossing it in one hand, glancing up at the wolf who was staring at him over the edge of his glasses. "Dick,"
"I prefer John, or Mr. Johnson," the wolf replied, swallowing the lump in his throat as the lion leaned over the desk at him, a sneer on his lips. His ears flickered curiously as the lion moved over to face him. He truned in his chair, looking at him--the lion's eyes going down and a curious expression on his face.
"And here I thought you just right out preferred Dick," Van replied with a chuckle, placing his knee between the wolf's legs, rubbing that plump sheath which pulsed. The wolf was getting hard, or had been from chatting with him? Oh this was going better than desired.
"M-Mr. Hu--ugh!" John let out as a paw grasped his crotch and squeezed, his cock throbbing in his sheath as his balls were treated that way. He loved the feeling, but didn't know how to react, what the hell the lion was doing.
"Why don't you show me how appropriate that name is? Hmmm?" Van purred, moving his other paw to shove the wolf's face into his crotch, rubbing it on him. He didn't let up, especially when the wolf stopped fighting against the force.
"What the hell..." John said, not fighting against being the shoved against the lion's crotch, but not exactly sure what was going on quite yet either. Was the lion really making a move on him? What else could he be doing? But he was married! Wait, was he? Had he seen a ring?
It didn't take too long for the wolf to learn his place, a growl of pleasure and that tell-tale sniffing as the dog inhaled his scent. "Good boy," he cooed,
John's mind was fogged, but that little praise drove him further from logical thought, not much minding the sudden turn of events. Hell, he'd just been thinking about how he needed to relax. Another part of his mind screamed this was wrong, with a student's father, at school, that he didn't know anything about the lion, but those thoughts were all losing merit as the scent of musk ran through him. His own cock was nearly hard now, the lion still rubbing his leg against it. The paw jerked his head back and he growled up at Van, showing his teeth at the displeasure of being pulled from his treat.
"Don't worry, I'm going to give you something better, just can't have you making a mess of my pants before I pick up my boy," Van told the wolf, grinning at how easy it was to pacify him. He groaned in pleasure as paws jumped to his pants, the wolf jerking his belt out of the way and pulling down his pants.
"...F-Fuck," John growled as he pulled the lion's pants down, he didn't know what was going on with him. All he could do was dive back at the lion's crotch, inhaling the scent through a pair of green boxers. He moved off the chair, getting onto his knees on the floor, which made the lion purr even more heavily. He glared up at the lion, "No pants, no mess,"
"Ooooh, oh no mess yet Dick," Van said, announcing the name with a smirk as the wolf inhaled and lapped at his cock through his boxers--glad to see such an eager wolf. There was something about a man, a real man, kneeling down to get his muzzle on a nice cock that made his cock spurt some pre. He spread his legs for the canine, pants pooled there and not able to be taken off cause of his shoes. He let the canine make a mess of his boxers, enjoying the feeling of that tongue through the cloth and watching the wolf try and make a meal of him. While John worked he began to undo his shirt and threw it off, soon standing only in his boxers. He humped the welcoming face, "I don't have all day, practice only goes till 5...you might wanna get to the real stuff,"
The words took a few moments to register in the canine's ears, but he seemed to get the message. He hooked his fingers into the elastic of the boxers and pulled them down, the meat within slapping up against the lion's abs--which were now exposed to him. Running his paws over the feline he let himself observe, a thick mane that ran into the treasure trail. And it was a big treasure, the lion must've had a good eight inches of meaty goodness for John, which he was more than eager to get to. Without wasting time he slurped along the cock, his lips parting as he sucked it down to the base, not waiting.
"Oooh! Oh Fuck wolfy...that's an eager mouth," Van purred, humping into the maw that enveloped his cock, a skilled tongue wrapping around him. The canine knew exactly how to treat his barbs, even if he sometimes seemed more enthused with just playing with him. The quivering lips, the tickle of fur on his cock. He watched as those lips slid off his cock, the tip being kept in and then back down--John's eyes never leaving him, as if wanting him to watch. Fuck, the wolf wanted him to watch, it was a hot sight. He gritted his teeth and ground into the muzzle, "That's a good wolf,"
John moaned in approval, already imagining the thick tool in his other side, stretching him and making him moan like a bitch--he'd probably do that freely this time. The idea made his cock throb in his pants, reminding him of his clothed state; which he began to try and fix, paws jerking on his shirt and undoing it quickly. The lion's paws landed on his head and he began to thrust, balls slapping on his muzzle as the lion fucked his face.
"That's right, show me that sexy body--you want me to own it, right?" Van growled, his cock shooting pre in that eager muzzle when John moaned a yes to him. He enjoyed the sight of the male losing his clothing in front of him, shirt being thrown away to show off thick shoulders and a nice chest and gut. The wolf didn't bother with the tie, which suited him just fine, he could use it for other reasons. How would the wolf look on his back, small belly bouncing with the force of his thrusts? There would be time for that. "Fuuuck, yeah, there you go!"
John loved every second of it, the way the lion's paws gripped his head, forcing him to service the bigger male. It all felt right, opening his mouth wide to accept the tip and inch after inch of cock, sucking down until it passed into his throat and he swallowed around it. The satisfied moan was answer enough for him and he kept up his work, jaws aching from lack of use over the years but eagerness making up for it in strides. Spit and pre escaped his lips as he slurped on the cock, moaning for more.
He kept he stare as he let himself be fucked, taking the whole cock into his muzzle, his cock throbbing needily in his pants--the feline surely able to see the outline of an eager wolf cock. He didn't mind waiting for his own release; there was something satisfyingly primal about serving another male, and from the way Van was treating him, he guessed the lion knew just how to satisfy those urges too. He could feel the cock throb around his tongue, the signs of the lion getting closer and closer. Those nice fuzzy orbs were slapping against his chin, the sound of their heavy breathing, slurping on the cock, and faint sound of the balls slapping on his chin filling the room.
"Fuck...I'm gonna cum soon! Stop! Stop!" Van growled, jerking John off his dick with a suctioning pop. A trail of saliva connected his cock to the wolf's lips and eh coudlnt' deny how nice he looked there, eyes shining through his glasses and tented underwear letting him know the wolf was ready for more. He smacked his cock agasint the wolf's lips, "Don't guess you have any lube...are you good for being fucked?"
"A-Aren't you marr--"
"No, and not entirely straight either, unless you haven't noticed with me shoving my dick in that beautiful muzzle," Van replied and slapped his dick on the wolf's face, marking him, "Now...you good for being fucked?"
"I...I...yes...yes," John eventually admitted, not having time to process what the lion told him, just taking what he was told. He wanted this, and he needed to be fucked now. That was how it always went; if he started out sucking a guy, the longer it went the more his ass ached for a good fucking. The fire under his tail was fully lit now and he couldn't have said no if he'd wanted. "But...I don't have any lube," John said, ears flattening at the thought of missing out on that big cock stretching his ass.
Van looked around the room with a scowl and then back down at the wolf, "...don't swallow it,"
John didn't get a chance to ask about what the lion meant as the cock was shoved back into his muzzle, making him gag briefly while he got adjusted to it again. It only took him a few moments to realize what the feline had meant. The thrusts became desperate, and he sucked harder, wanting suddenly to have that load blow all in his muzzle. It only took a few moments before the first milky shot landed on his tongue.
He suckled eagerly like a pup on that stick of meat; loving the familiar taste, still distinct from others and individual too. John let out a sultry moan of approval as his muzzle was pumped full of lion cum, his tired muzzle showing years of nonpractice with some escaping down his lips and into his chin fur. Even after he was sure he'd emptied the shaft of any left over cum he sucked, only letting go when he was pushed back.
The lion daddy stared down at the wolf, eyes glazed in pleasure, but still with remnants of a plan yet to come. He stared at the cock, the red rocket dripping pre through a pair of white boxer-briefs that showed off the wolf's thick thighs and ample ass. It only made him more resolved for what he wanted next. "Stand up...and don't swallow any, understood?"
John managed to nod and stand, his face only coming to the crook of the lion's neck, the lush mane all he could see. It hadn't occurred to him just how much the lion really stood over him, how much bigger he was. A pair of fingers touched his chin and pulled his head up, the lion's face holding a mischevious grin.
"Not gonna lie, you look fucking good with cum in your fur and cock hard and leaking through your undies," Van told the wolf, pulling him closer and colliding their lips. Unlike for the wolf, it was his first taste of the other male, even if it was quite diluted with a thick load of his own cum. Still, he gave the kiss its dues, sucking on the long wide tongue. He'd planned on a quick cum swap, but found his arms encircling the wolf and pulling on him, rocking their bodies together as their hips rubbed. The feeling of another male, muscles rippled along John's back despite his extra layer was nice, and one paw went to grope that ass while another felt up the rod the wolf poked his stomach with. The wolf was busy running his paws through his mane, gripping at him and enjoying it; this was something that only good old guy-fucking could get him in.
John let himself be lost in the kiss, but the lion had other plans, soon breaking the kiss and turning him around by his hips. Van had taken most of his cum, but John kept some and rolled it over his tongue another time before swallowing his treat down. He felt himself being pushed, his paws landing on his desk and shuffling so that his back was to the lion.
There was no playing or teasing to the next part. The lion rubbed over his ass for a few mometns before pulling down the underwear and using a paw to lift that tail. Not that much coaxing was needed, John felt his tail hike itself up after a moment and he had to give some thought to not letting it wag and swat Van on his muzzle. There wasn't much time for that as the feline dove at his ass, wet lips pressed over his hole. It sent shivers of pleasure through his body.
Van pressed his muzzle between those two asscheeks, going straight for the kill and kissing on that hole. He let his tongue run over it, working up and down on it, lathering it with cum and spit; what he'd decided would be an impromptu lube. His paws stayed busy, massaging and prying at those cheeks, getting a nice full experience of the wolf's ass. He'd come a long way from his early days, now preffering a nice piece of ass to eat with a thick cock on the other end than anything a woman could provide him. The musk, the eager moans, the way the wolf's hips pressed back onto his muzzle, almost like begging him to shove his tongue into his ass; those were what made sex so great.
John let his head hang as he moaned for the lion, his cock dripping pre onto the floor, his students' papers foggy in his vision as he panted and his glasses clattered to the desk. He spread his legs for the lion, just letting himself be used like that, and like he'd allowed before. What was wrong with him? Letting the lion assault him like that, then going to his knees, he'd loved having his muzzle fucked, and now he was getting his ass chewed and wanting to be stuffed with that fat cock.
The lion slurped loudly at the hairy hole, beginning to try and tongue fuck the wolf; reactions of moans and even a little begging beginning to mix in. He kept it up, the room soon being filled with the sounds of the wolf panting and moaning. Van pulled back and swallowed what bit of cum he'd not used to lube up the wolf's tunnel. His own cock was nearly hard again, and the sight of that cum stained hole was really helping to get it at full mast.
He stood up, smirking at the sight of the wolf leaned over the desk, tail hiked up, both their pants and underwear pooled around their ankles for a quick fuck. Grabbing hid cock, he rubbed it through the wolf's asscheeks, getting a groan and even pressing back against it. That made him chuckle and push on the hole, "You want?"
"Y-Yeah,...fuck I want it bad. Was gonna fuck myself silly on a toy tonight,"
"Oh?" Van let out, not knowing the wolf had meant it and it wasn't just a lewd thing to drive him on. "Bet this is better, right?"
"Yeah...hell yeah," John said, rolling his hips back onto the thick lion cock that was sandwiched between his ass. Each time those barbs passed over his pucker it made him shiver, wanting to have those barbs rake over his prostate, teasing him inside and giving that heavenly pleasure only another male could really give you. He braced himself as the pointy tip was pressed on his hole, entering slowly and with much moaning and groaning on both sides.
"Fuuuuuuuck...oh fuuuucccckk," John moaned, not minding how much like a bitch in heat he sounded as he was skewered on the thick cock. His paws gripped onto his desk while his cock hung below, pre dripping in a steady stream onto the floor and finally throbbing in joy as his prostate was jabbed. The nice feeling increased as the rod ran over his prostate, those barbs tickling in a way that made him earn for more; until the long thrust finally ended with the big feline's balls pressed against his ass. He whined at the feeling of being stuffed so fully, needing time to get used to it, but still enjoying it very much. Van seemed to be liking it too, as his paws were gripping like a vice on his hips, humping into him.
The fucking finally began after a few minutes of heavy breathing and gentle swearings. The cock retreated from his hole, soon only the tip remaining to make its rentry. The leonine father shoved slowly but surely his cock back into that hole, enjoying the sight of his member disappearing into the hole, and the moan of pleasure it brought his wolf. That moan was all he needed. The fucking started to pick up, his lionhood going in and out of the tunnel at a steady pace until his balls gave a distinctive slap on that ass each thrust.
"Ooooh yeah, fuck me...ohh...ugh! Uh-huh...fuck! Yeah...yeah, got me in a leash," John slurred, resting his head on his forearms as he was bred by the lion until a paw gripped his forgotten tie and held him up by it. He wasn't ashamed to moan and ask for it, the lion deserved to know how good his cock felt in him. It only made things better the lion was using him like this, gripping and pulling on his tie. The desk was rattling with the force of their breeding, but he didn't allow himself to be pushed away, instead staying and pushing back into that wonderful tool. A distant thought occurred to jerk his own cock, but he didn't really care compared to the radiant pleasure that coursed through him right now.
"Danm you got a grade-A ass," Van moaned, starting to build up a nice sweat from fucking the wolf so soundly. He was already getting close to blowing his load into the wolf's ass yet again, but wanted to make it last a little longer. He controlled himself, letting the pressure build in his balls. It would be rude to cum without the wolf by this point.
That pace was beginning to grow yet again, much like it had when it had been the wolf's lips sealed around his cock. The lion thrust harder and more fully into the canine ass, staying for a brief moment before pulling out and slamming back into him. After another moment he leaned over John, keeping it so that only his hips could be felt fucking the wolf. He held the wolf and with a free paw moved it to that thick juicy cock.
The moan that escaped let him know they were only measured in seconds, which was perfect since he wasn't sure he could last that long as the tunnel clamped down on him. He cursed into the dog's ear and bucked his hips, starting to feel his balls rise up. Lasting longer wouldn't have been possible, especially for a feline and Van groaned as he felt himself shooting another load of lion seed deep into his son's teacher.
John was gasping and shoving his hips back and forth as he was jerked and fucked, not able to keep himself steady anymore. He wasn't sure which thrust caused his climax, only that he was soon shooting rope after thick rope of seed under his desk. He barked for it, a primal beg to be fucked through his orgasm as that rod kept jamming into him, warmth spreading in his ass.
Both succumbed to the pleasure, testing the limits of the desk as it held the wolf and lion both leaning heavily on it. John was surprised to feel the lion's teeth grazing on his ear, nibbling at it and a paw running over his belly and chest. He could feel the mane outlined, the trail dipping onto his back, going lower and then with that cock in his ass. As the moments passed he felt the cock slip out of his ass, seed dripping down and on his balls, but the feline stayed shockingly. He'd expected to be treated like a quick, and maybe even regretful, fuck.
"Daaaamn....wow I needed that," Van huffed after another minute, bringing the paw around the canine's cock to his face. He shrugged his shoulders and lapped over it, figuring it was only fair he sampled the wolf's seed too. It would've been better direct from the source and warm, but even cooled in the air he enjoyed it a bit.
"So...you're not here about your son's grades are you?" John asked, panting.
"Oh, I was...at the start..." Van admitted, pulling back from the wolf. He waited till the canine turned around and gave him the most friendly smile yet. All the others had been snarky, or contemptful, but this one was full of warmth, like for a friend. "But...then I recognized you off of Knots-Tied..."
"Kn-Knots-Tied...I haven't been on that in ages," John replied, hardly able to remember the app meant for allowing likeminded gay furs to meet up. Hell, he'd even uninstalled it! The two pulled up their pants, and John leaned back onto his desk more casually, facing the lion.
"Heh...figured I recognized you anyway,"
"I...guess I'm flattere--"
"So John...John...heh...kinda prefer Dick," Van interrupted, chuckling at the wolf.
"I do too actually...you can call me whichever Mr Hun--"
"Please...please call me Van," The lion interrupted yet again. Apparently that was a genuine quirk he had, though now it was more pleasant that he wasn't using such a mean tone towards the wolf. He reached out and touched the wolf's tie yet again, beginning to pull his neck closer, "Either way...uhmmm, well...my son has practice everyday you know...and I always pick him up,"
John growled happily at the insinuation, "What are you implying Van?"
"Me...you...a bit of fun," Van told the wolf, his lips brushing against the wolf's as they smiled at one another. "I'm not getting any younger....and with a kid it's hard to find anyone who likes them who is gay,"
"Sounds like you're asking me on a date...after you just assault and fuck me in my room," John murred, not quite minding the series of events. It wasn't like he had had any chances to get out and look, and while he was sure there was an issue with dating a students parent, well, hard rough fucking at first couldn't hurt. They would just see where things went.
"Heh...that's actually exactly what I'm doing," Van said, dipping in for a proper kiss and pulling the wolf closer to him for a few sweet moments. He dipped his paws into the wolf's pants, groping what he hoped to be an ass he could claim many times over anf his sheath stirred. The wolf chuckled in the kiss and pulled back. He didn't let him quite yet and grinned once they finally pulled back, "What?"
"It's true what they say about cats...you guys really do -"
"Cum a lot? Oh yeah...I could go another time...maybe shoot two more lo--"
"It is getting late," John interrupted the lion this time with a grin and pat on his chest. Not that he'd have minded. "Tomorrow, OK?"
The lion purred at the idea.
"That beign said..." John said, reaching behind him and grabbing his glasses. He looked over his desk, the array of papers being shuffled from...previous events, and grabbed a key document for the lion's eyes, "There is time to talk about your son's performance,"
"..." Van stared at the wolf, unable to think he was serious, but John looked nothing but serious to him. He continued to stare, feeling his cock slowly recede at such a great buzz-kill, and eventually conceded, shaking his head, "Put a fucking shirt on at least...else I'll be inclined to fuck you again before you get through..." he said, grabbing one of the little chairs and pulling it up to read over his son's paper.