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Class is Boring

By JakeM

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Dusan stared at the clock on the wall at the front of the classroom, his head in his paws slightly displacing the glasses he wore. He let out a sigh as he idly followed the second hand with his keen lynx eyes, praying for it to go around faster. With only twenty minutes of his last class of the day it seemed time was against him, deliberately going as slowly as it possibly could.

Dusan, or 'Dooshki' as he liked to be called was a smart little lynx, at only fourteen years old he was an avid lover of computers and programming, which was often his downfall at times as it lead to him being very bored in a lot of the classes that required him to not be staring at a computer, which was most of them.

Currently the teen was sat in English class, with Mr Roberts, a handsome red fox, quite young for a teacher, having only been qualified for a year. The fox was droning on about some sort of essay on one of the numerous Shakespeare plays the class was studying, Dooshki didn't really care and he wasn't paying attention, he was more focussed on the fox's dark green eyes, oh those eyes...

''Well Dooshki?''

The lynx was snatched out of his day dream, his pointed ears perking at the source of his disturbance, which, it turned out, was Mr Roberts himself. That's one of the very few disadvantages of sitting right at the back of the class, Dooshki found it hard to concentrate on what was happening at the front, meaning it was all too easy for hi mind to wander, and lead to an embarrassing situation such as this.

''Wha..?'' the confused boy tilted his head to the side, making most of his class giggle at him.

Mr Roberts rolled his eyes, this was a pretty common occurrence for the lynx. ''I asked what you were staring at that was so important. Never mind, just pay attention now, we've only got twenty minutes left until the end of class.'' The fox continued on with what he was explaining to the class, something about Point Evidence Explanation paragraphs when writing essays, or how to 'PEE on the page' as he liked to say.

''Yes Sir...'' Dooshki slunk down into his chair, a blush forming across his tan face, he hated getting embarrassed like that in front of the whole class, but then again something else, deep down inside of him, liked it when he did, especially when it was by Mr Roberts. Dooshki knew he liked boys, he lived in a progressive area in a good school so he wasn't worried about it, but at the same time he wasn't going to shout it around, besides he might like girls too, he didn't really know yet.

However, for reasons he did not quite understand, he definitely had a thing for Mr Roberts. Maybe it was the young teacher's firm voice, or his perfectly groomed brown headfur that contrasted so nicely with the orange of his bodyfur, or the fact that he was very confident in himself, he didn't know. All Dooshki knew was that he loved any interaction he could get with the fox, whether he was being told off or being praised, he just wished he didn't teach such a boring subject.

The lynx reached his paw down to his lap. God dammit... just that tiny bit of embarrassment had made him hard as a rock. He could really do without this right now, being a teenage boy was the worst... He gave his bulge a little squeeze, his eyes rolling back in his head in pleasure and he gave out a very soft whimper, man was he horny. He was lucky a few of the other students had called in sick today and he had the whole of the back row to himself. His cheeks were burning with the naughtiness of what he was doing. He stared at the handsome teacher at the front of class, imagining him naked, or with just his underwear on...

''Oh yeah...'' Dooshki muttered under his breath. What was he doing? His mind screamed at him to stop, he could get in serious trouble if he was caught, but he couldn't help himself, he'd committed and he was going to see it through.

With the stealth only a cat can possess he slowly unhooked the button on his jeans, letting out a sigh as the pressure on his teenaged erection was released. Should he take his cock out in class? He knew he shouldn't but it was such a tempting idea it made said cock throb with anticipation. Should he actually jerk off where anyone could see? Another throb. What if Mr Roberts caught him...? A big throb. Fuck it...

Slowly he pulled his tight boxer briefs down, checking to see no one was going to turn around and potentially look under his desk. He thought he was clear, so he continued, releasing his teenage cubhood, not particularly impressive size wise, but nothing to be ashamed of. He had a sharp intake of breath once his cock was released from the warmth of his underwear and hit the cold classroom air, followed by a long sigh once the pleasure of having his cubhood free from its silken cage washed over him. He took his cock in his paw, something he did often at every opportunity life gave him, though never one as risky as this, and started stroking.

His slow, careful, measured strokes sent spikes and jab of pleasure through his young body, he was so aroused it was ridiculous. He thought about some of the cute boys in his class, about how he would love to see their cocks, feel their cocks, taste their cocks. He thought about Mr Roberts, what it would be like to have such a larger figure leaning over him. His cock throbbed, and he could feel his paw was slightly sticky with the young precum that had started leaking from the tip. He knew he wouldn't last too much longer if he kept this up, and he didn't mind as he was still very aware of the risk.

He stroked harder and slightly faster, starting to get hot under his fur, and he could feel the pleasure rising, like the magma from a volcano about to erupt. He bit his lip, trying to stop himself from whimpering, doing his best to not be too loud with his fast approaching orgasm.

RIIIIIING!

Dooshki nearly jumped out of his skin, his heart racing, lots of movement around him. The school bell to signal the end of the day had taken the boy by surprise. Fumbling to put his leaking, rock hard cock away into his jeans he grabbed his over-the-shoulder school bag and made sure the obscene bulge was as invisible as possible. His cheeks were a bright red and his heart rate did not slow down as he kept his head down, attempting to make his escape from the classroom along with his fellow students.

''Remember kids I want those essays in by Monday! No excuses!'' Mr Roberts shouted over the din of 25 excited cubs ready to leave and start their weekend. Dooshki was nearly out of the door when the fox caught sight of him. ''Dooshki can you come here please, I need to talk to you quickly.''

Dooshki's ears sank as he stopped and turned around, his face still red, his bag doing its best to cover his erection. He plodded over to the teacher, now sat at his desk, as the last of the other cubs left the classroom.

''Close the door please, Dooshki.'' Mr Roberts asked.

''Yes Sir.'' Dooshki replied in a meek voice, worried what this 'talk' was going to be about, as he headed over and closed the door, so it was just him and the handsome fox left in the room. Dooshki had no idea what it was about, but he feared the worst, did Mr Roberts catch him pawing off without the lynx realising? Or did he just want to talk to him about him not paying attention? Dooshki gulped as he turned back to the Fox, his satchel still covering his tented trousers.

''I'm sorry for not paying attention earlier, I'm just tired and...'' The young lynx was cut off by the older fox raising a finger, shushing him. Mr Roberts leant back in his chair slightly, relaxing, a smirk spreading across his mischievous face.

''That's not why I asked you to stay behind...'' began the fox, before quickly lunging forward and pushing Dooshki's satchel to the side, before the cub could react, revealing his bulge to the sly fox. ''That is.'' Concluded Mr Roberts, slowly poking the boy's bulge, making the lynx whimper slightly.

Dooshki was too stunned to speak, his face was a burning red. Was he going to be in trouble? Would the teacher tell his parents? ''I-I-I'm s-sorry s-sir-'' the boy stuttered, again cut off by the teacher, who was now standing up, towering over the boy, a shit-eating grin spread right across that foxy face.

''Shhh boy. Don't be sorry, you're a teenager, these things are bound to happen, but that doesn't mean I don't have to punish you for your behaviour...''

Dooshki gulped again, his ears drooping down in worry. What did that mean? Was he going to have detention for a month? Or something worse?! ''P-please sir...'' he began, cut off once again.

The fox quickly put his paw over the boy's muzzle, stopping him from talking. ''Be quiet. I've seen the way you've looked at me, the way you subtly tease me, bending down to pick up a pencil, showing me that bubbly little ass of yours. Yeah I know what you need...'' With that the fox spun Dooshki around, pushing the cub over a front row desk, kicking his legs aside so they were nicely spread for the oncoming 'punishment'. ''Don't move, you little bitch.'' Mr Roberts spat as he quickly went over and locked the door, pulling down the blind as he did, so there was no chance of being disturbed.

He headed back over to the shaking boy bent over the desk with his legs spread and solid bulge rubbing against the desk's top. The fox roughly pulled down the boy's trousers, revealing a small pair of tighty-wighties barely covering his bubble butt, also being strained due to the teen's hard cock. He gave the butt a quick smack, eliciting a whimper from the cub. ''Hmm, can't have you being too loud... Ahh, I know!'' The dominant fox pulled off the boy's trousers completely, and slowly drew down his underwear, releasing Dooshki's hard cock at the same time. Once his underwear were completely off the fox leant over the lynx so his muzzle was next to his ear. ''Before I do this... tell me you want it. I have to know you want it.'' He said in a low voice in the boy's ear. Was it a moment of weakness? No, the fox wasn't weak... he liked to think it was compassion.

It took Dooshki a few moments to respond, slightly overwhelmed by it all. He thought about it, and realised his cock had not softened once through the entire ordeal, in fact it had hardened, and began to leak a lot. It was true he did have a thing for Mr Roberts, and he didn't know if he'd ever get a chance to do this again... fuck yeah he wanted this. ''Yes... please... yes!'' was all the boy could breathily say before his own underwear was stuffed into his muzzle, letting him taste his teen musk and precum that had soaked into the fabric.

Mr Roberts growled dominantly 'good boy.' He positioned himself behind Dooshki and pulled down his own trousers, releasing his own painfully hard erection, a wonderful specimen, 8 inches of solid red fox cock, already wet with pre. He rubbed his slickened, solid cock over the lynx's exposed hole, smirking at his immediate reaction of pleasure. 'Mmm, like that do you? Well how'd you like... this?!' With that the fox aimed his tip at the quivering hole, which he was dying to be filled, and slammed forwards, burying the solid meat stick deep down into the boy's tight, but not unworkable tailhole. Dooshki let out a long moan of pleasure, his cubhood jetting out a bead of precum as Mr Roberts' cock made contact with his prostate. 'Ohh yeah that's the stuff...' the fox moaned into Dooshki's ear in a low voice.

Dooshki closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as waves of pleasure overwhelmed him. Feeling the fox deep inside of him was driving him crazy. Mr Roberts started to pull out and wasted no time getting to work, almost as soon as his tip was just about to pop out of Dooshki's virgin hole, he slammed forwards, burying the bone back into the lynx's pleasure hole, he pulled back out and repeated, building up a fast and rough rhythm, eliciting more muffled moans from the boy, who was in a world of pleasure.

'Mmm, yeah, you like that bitch? You like your teacher fucking your tight little hole?' Mr Roberts growled in Dooshki's ear, knowing he couldn't respond properly. The lynx, in another world with the amount of pleasure the big cock inside his ass was giving him, practically didn't hear the dominant fox, such was the immense feeling he was being given.

'Ohh yeah that's good, I'm not going to last long inside you, I can feel it building, you've done well, bitch.' Mr Roberts grinned and lifted Dooshki's ass in the air slightly with his powerful thrusts, feeling his knot growing and pushing against the quivering hole, aware that he would soon be filling the boy with warm fox seed.

The fox increased his pace, the speed at which their furry bodies hit each other with every thrust Mr Roberts gave caused an audible noise, and a little, muffled gasp from Dooshki each time. The dominant fox could feel his balls stirring and his dick getting harder. He growled and bit down on the boy's neck in a dominant mating bite, his thrusts becoming even harder and faster. With his bitch grunting and moaning in a high pitched, submissive voice, the fox finally let go, one almighty thrust later and his knot pushed into the boy's hole, tying him to the walls of his bitch, as his cock pulsed and tingled, shooting thick warm shots of seed deep into the behind of his new plaything, who moaned and writhed beneath him, as his own little cock jerked and throbbed on the desk, making a large pool of teen seed beneath him, getting his t-shirt messy, but the lynx didn't mind as he was in euphoric pleasure, feeling his ass filled with warm fox cum and that huge knot was the best feeling his young body had experienced.

Mr Roberts panted as he came down from the incredible high, feeling Dooshki's tight walls pulse around his cock was so wonderful, he knew he'd be using the boy again. He leaned forwards and licked at the boy's ears, feeling less aggressive now. ''Well done Dooshki, maybe now you'll pay more attention in class? Or don't, that way I'll have to give you some private 'tuition' heh.'' Mr Roberts said with a smirk, lightly spanking the boy's wonderfully fleshy ass.

Dooshki turned his head so he could look at his teacher, whose cock was still lodged deep inside him, smiling drunkenly. ''I... I think I'd like that sir. Class is so boring, anyway.'' He said with a cheeky little wink, looking forward to his future in Mr Roberts' class.

Merry Christmas Dooshki, or DusXMT as he is known on Inkbunny.

From your secret Santa,

JakeM