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The next morning Butch woke to the soft click of metal on metal. It was soft and repetitive, accompanied by a grunt of exertion. He opened his eyes to slits, just wide enough to then have to squint at the morning light filtering in through the shades of the window. He tried to remain still and glance around but couldn't see the source of the sound.

Butch listened harder. Rhythmic breathing, soft sigh, then a grunt; in between the clink of moving metal. It was a familiar sound. It reminded him of two things. One, the more obvious and most likely scenario. His teacher, Mr. Fenton, was benching weights in the room where he was staying. This was the only logical answer. But the other thing it reminded him of was a tryst he had had with Richard, his coach, a few weeks ago.

He got lost in the recollection of the moment. Coach had texted him to meet him inside the bathroom down the science hallway. This was the perfect bathroom for fun, because it was little used. The bathroom was small and housed the emergency chemical spill shower, two disability stalls, and low sinks. IT was the schools answer to complaints about there not being enough accessibility bathrooms in the rest of the school. Needless to say it satisfied the people advocating for accessible toilets, but didn't really satisfy the need felt by those who actually needed them. They were located in the new science wing, which naturally was just built in to the side of the school, so the toilets were out of the way of most of the usual classrooms.

Coach has sent him a simple text. Time, location, and how he expected to find him. In one of the stalls, pants around his ankles, hands pulling his cheeks apart invitingly. When Butch had made it to the bathroom it was empty, as expected. He had confidently entered the farthest stall, closing but not locking the door. He undid his button and fly and let his trousers drop as he bent over the toilet. He had done as instructed and placed both his hands on either butt cheek and spread them wide and waited. His face burned hot at the compromising situation. Anyone could have walked in. The door wasn't latched, so it had opened back just an inch or so. If anyone walked into the bathroom, they easily could have gotten an eyeful.

Full minutes seemed to go by until he heard the door open. He sucked his breath in and remained quiet, not daring to peek. To do so would earn him a scolding instead of the fucking he knew to expect. The stall creaked behind him; open then shut. He heard the latch being thrown. Sniffing he could smell his coach, his Sir, his fresh musk filling the space. It was heavy with arousal, a little bit of sweat, and the barest whiff of a cologne. He heard the jingling of a belt buckle, he was dressed up today. Not the usual gym sweatpants he wore. A fragment of Butch's mind had wondered what the occasion was for, but that wasn't important at this moment.

He could just see out of peripheral vision as Coach had pulled his cock free of the pants. He averted his gaze for now though, staring forward at the porcelain. This kind of situation was meant as a quickie, the scene they were playing was anonymous fuck. Butch wasn't supposed to look or talk, just spread those cheeks like a good pup and get reamed.

He heard his bear spit in his palm and felt the fingers at his hole, his arousal pulsing at the touch. He suppressed a moan as the head kissed his pucker. His coach wasted no time, pushing his cock into his backdoor and fucking him roughly. Never a word was said, just the barest growl any time Butch went to touch himself. This was about his Sir's pleasure right now. His would come later.

What reminded him of this moment was the clinking. As his bear drilled away at his hole, his belt clinked with every rhythmic thrust. He never dropped his pants, like a real anonymous fuck would. Just shoved his dick in and rode it out till finally he gripped Butch's hips and moaned as his hot seed shot into the young pup's rump. He could feel the cock pulse with climax, breeding him with the bear's cum while he held him against his hips, calmly rocking back and forth, that belt clinking its pattern of finished lust.

He had pulled out after and wiped his cock off on Butch's rump fluff, getting all the cum off before stuffing his semi chub back into his pants. He patted Butch on the backside and finally spoke, "Good puppy, you can cum now" before he unlocked the door and walked out, back to his class.

It was one of their more exciting plays, and one the Butch had later said he wanted to do again, maybe in an actual rest stop with other guys coming to breed him too. Actual randoms dropping their load in him. Richard had mentioned that he could probably arrange something, but that true randoms could be unsafe and that there was more real risks attached to that fantasy.

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Butch accidentally let out a soft moan as he remembered all of this. He heard a louder clunk... possibly the weights being placed back on the bar and another grunt. The groan of rubber work out padding adjusting under a heavy body. Butch tried to pretend he was still sleeping. He didn't want to think how the flirty teacher might be dressed, just to entice him...

Bare ass and bulging jocks danced in his mind's eye as a soft chuckle reached his ears. The room seemed cold suddenly, despite the warm sunlight hitting the bed. He became incredibly aware of his naked body, not near as covered under the blanket as it had been when he fell asleep. He had turned in his sleep. He tried figure out what was covered and what wasn't...

Only took him a few moments to realize the breeze running across his loins, recently swollen with thoughts of sex, meant his lower half was only partially covered, and his swelling sheath was on full display to his math teacher. Another rubber squeak and he could tell that his teacher had stood. He heard him take a drink from a water bottle, heard his hooves pad across the floor. He was standing just next to the bed, close enough he could feel the sweaty heat off his body.

His arousal said reach out, his fear said feign sleep. He laid motionless, barely daring to breath. A finger grazed his sheath, making him tremble, his ears quivering with excited pleasure. A voice broke the silence, soft and whispered. "Looks like someone is having a good dream."

The finger swirled his sheath entrance. Butch dared not make a sound, his ears involuntarily pulling back ever so slightly. By sheer force of will he kept them from folding back completely. But the look on his muzzle was less fear now, and just restricted consternation. "I can smell your arousal. If it makes it easier for you, you can keep pretending to sleep. I'll take care of your boy. Just say yes."

The finger didn't leave, just held itself, barely touching at the pink tip poking from its home. Butch couldn't think straight. The smell of sweaty man, the close touching, that heavy voice whispering secret desires at him. He was very turned on by this. Mr. Fenton had even given him an easy out. Just mutter yes, and he would make him feel good without him having to do anything. He could pretend to be asleep and just get off. That fixes the hormones flooding his senses, begging to be touched. Honestly, begging to get manhandled by this beast and fucked against the wall. He just had to whisper back yes.

Did he want to? It would feel good, his teacher was offering. Just like that. But would Richard think less of him? If he loved him... did that mean he wanted his pup to himself? Should he say no? End this agony now? His mouth was dry now, saliva escaping him. He didn't think he could speak even if he wanted to.

It only took him 30 more seconds before he decided. His erection had been steadily growing the whole time and he longed for affection in this confusing time. He desperately wanted someone else to decide for him. To take charge and make this easy. Without speaking, he gave just a barely perceptible nod.

The finger scooped into his sheath and tickled his length. The bed sank as a weight sat beside him, the springs groaning under the bull. His sheath was pushed down and his erection freed into the cold air and warm palm. He whimpered as the bull handled his need. He didn't touch him anywhere else. Just one hand on his burning erection, slowly jerking him off. "There's a good boy. Was that so hard? Now just enjoy."

The hand stroked slow and firm. There was a shift, and suddenly a cold liquid poured over his cock, and made the hand job slick and so much more sensual. The bull must have placed a bottle of lube nearby... He had planned on this. Butch cursed himself for being so weak willed. Even as the pleasure built up in his abdomen. He could feel himself getting close, the bull edging him closer with just a hand job. It was simple, and quiet, the dingo's soft moans and whimpers the only sound other than the quickening schlick of the lube as he was tugged off.

A few minutes later and he couldn't hold back and he came into the bull's hand, a yawned yowl escaping him, unable to keep from moving from the small orgasm. Mr. Fenton chuckled deeply and gave Butch's cock just a few more tugs to drain it before letting go.

"Good boy. Not bad for a first orgasm. Don't worry, I liked doing it, and if you want more, you'll have to ask next time. There's more where that came from though. For now, I am going to go shower. I'm sure I reek." Butch just laid with his eyes closed, only now realizing his ears had gone back in embarrassment. From his teacher's point of view he was probably struggling with shame at this being his first time getting jerked off by another guy. He probably thought his current misery was real cute. _ Shit_. The bull stood up and he could hear him start to walk out.

Butch dared a quick glance at the bull. He was wearing the same grey shorts, but was wearing a grey tank again, the wet cloth hanging off him. He was definitely very sweaty, but far from reeking. His smell had been very arousing, only making him harder to resist in his morning libido. The bull turned around, hand to his maw, licking up the mess Butch had left there. A smile crept across his maw as he noticed Butch peeking, even as he slammed his eyes shut. Another deep rumbled laugh. "Your cum is real sweet boy. I'm hoping you'll ask for more, I wouldn't mind getting some of that straight from the tap this week. See you when you decide to get up."

Butch didn't move until the door clicked shut. He let out a deep sigh, trembling and no less turned on than he was a moment ago, but now covered in his own cum.

Why had he said yes? Had he really wanted that? What happened to not having sex with the math teacher? This week just a whole lot more difficult to get through, and he wasn't sure if this was worse or better... but Butch was craving more.

He cursed softly as he sat up in bed, his dick still throbbing with need. IT had been such a light orgasm, and he had gotten so used to going several times in a row. "Damn it. I'm still horned up..."