The Dare
A short piece I started like... forever ago. Some elements of this went into "Fuck, he's huge," so the content may not exactly be fresh, but... meh.
The Dare
by Orvayn
After the bell rang, Kris, the slender raccoon, lingered on campus a bit longer than normal. He was usually one of the first to get out of the hellhole of high school, but today he had an appointment.
Appointment probably wasn't a good word for it. To be more exact, it was a dare. The raccoon made no secret of his orientation, at least to his close friends. Those close friends were his excellent clients, a small group but one he was willing to expand; another dick to suck was, in his mind, never a bad thing, especially when you're paid for it. And he usually was.
It'd been yesterday when he first got the job. He'd just blown Tyler, the overweight tiger on the soccer team. Ty had a small dick, but he came like a fountain. The raccoon hated the taste of some species, like equines, but he liked feline spunk. He was still licking the last of it from the tiger's shaft when Ty said, "So I heard a rumor."
"Yeah?"
"Apparently Mr. Calin's a fag." He was talking about the Chem teacher, a young Great Dane, fresh from college, who was fairly new to the school.
"And?" He nipped the side of the tiger's half-erection.
"Ow." Ty swatted him with a hefty paw. "I want proof."
"Because. Why don't you work your magic on him, huh?"
"On a teacher?" The raccoon frowned. "I'm not that desperate." But he'd never had a canine before, and the thought was pretty enticing.
"Come on, man." The tiger pushed the raccoon off his lap, and started to pull up his boxers, making Kris frown. "I'm failing chem, okay? I'll give you twenty bucks."
The raccoon's frown deepened, but he did appreciate the prize. He had fifteen in his pocket now, straight from the tiger's wallet, and twenty more would certainly be a good thing. Still, he should have declined, and he would have if he didn't want to do it for his own personal reasons. He let a dramatic pause pass before saying, "Fine." He just hoped the Dane didn't taste bad.
It never crossed his mind that the teacher would refuse, mainly because he knew no young canine could refuse a warm muzzle. Heck, if he were lucky, he could get the Dane to pay for it, but he wouldn't press it.
So it came to be that he sat outside the teacher's door that day, trying to work up the courage to go in. Before he was ready, though, the Dane walked out of the classroom, giving him a curious eye, but saying nothing. Kris's heart sank for a bit, before he realized that the Dane was heading to the restroom.
The raccoon let Mr. Calin go in before he started walking towards the restroom himself. Once in, he saw the Dane at a urinal, and took a bold stance beside him. The teacher had pulled down the elastic of his pants, letting his sheath show and revealing just enough red to let him urinate. Kris stood beside him and made his staring at the Dane's crotch obvious. He slowly rubbed his sheath through his pants, then pulled his pants past his gludius maximus.
Beside him, the Dane grinned and pulled his own pants down a little more, letting his sac flop out. He groped himself once, rolling his orbs around, then looked at the raccoon.
He couldn't believe it was this easy.
Kris reached his paw over and brushed it against the soft fur of the Dane's swelling sheath. He kept his eyes on it, stroking it gently, before resting them on the other's still-grinning muzzle. The Dane winked at him and produced a bill from somewhere, holding it high above his head. It was a twenty, Kris saw--and he found himself grinning
He got on his knees, and his short height put his muzzle directly at the Dane's crotch. The first thing he did was rub at the tip, feeling the wetness seep into his fingers. He didn't like the feel of urine on his fur, but his paws were washable, and a little staining surely beat the taste of it in his mouth. The rubbing brought a throaty growl from the Dane, so he did it again and looked up at the other's muzzle.
In response, the teacher brought down the paw that held the bill. The twenty crinkled as the Dane let it glide across the raccoon's cheek, the texture of it almost tickling; then the teacher's knees bent as the paw went lower, slipping beneath Kris's pants and into his boxers.
Kris squeaked when the twenty lined up vertically with his sheath. Pleasure emanated from his groin when the Dane squeezed, and Kris could feel himself slipping free. Smirking, the teacher withdrew his paw, but left the twenty inside. He ruffled Kris's ears and pointed at his cock, which stood fully erect.
Kris buried his muzzle in the Dane's groin, taking a deep whiff of the distilled masculinity. Every guy had a different scent, and though the teacher's wasn't quite the strongest he had ever smelled, it was fairly pleasant.
Satisfied, he withdrew, and let his eyes take in the sight of the alien canine shaft; the differences between what the eyes imagine and the mouth feels had always amazed him. Sticking out his tongue, Kris licked at its tip. He wasn't prepared for the burst of salty, thin fluid, though, and he must have made a face, because the teacher let out a deep chuckle. The taste wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't something he liked, either. He made a mental note that the Dane probably loved his own drippings.
When he ran his lips over the shaft, the Dane's laugh melted into a moan. More small spurts of fluid came from the Dane's tip, and though none of it went directly into Kris's mouth, it dribbled down the shaft, coating it in stickiness that eventually went in his mouth anyway He tried spitting it back out, but all he could do was spit it back on the shaft, only to drink it back up later.
He pulled away for a bit, licking his lips clean of the stuff. A trail of liquid--he wasn't sure if it was saliva or pre--connected his lip to the teacher's cock. The knot had formed at its base, and he could only stare for a while.
"Never had a canine before, huh?"
Kris shook his head, hating that he was so obvious. Still, he certainly knew what to do with a knot; he closed a firm paw around it. The Dane wasn't expecting it, and his knees went weak. With his other paw, Kris enveloped the shaft, exploring its contours, gently tracing lines along it with his claws. He found that marking differences in its shape was much easier with his hand than with his mouth--the shaft was much more gnarled than his own was, tapered the slightest bit at the tip, and though it felt soft to the exterior, when he squeezed he felt that it was rock--hard internally. As he explored the shape, he heard the teacher's breathing quicken.
He kissed the shaft, then took only the tip into his mouth and sucked on it, letting the musky taste overwhelm him. With his free paw, he stroked the rest of the shaft, and the Dane met his strokes with short thrusts. Fluid pooled in his mouth until it was nearly full, and it was then that he withdrew, looking pointedly up at the teacher. He opened his mouth, showing off the liquid, and swallowed it all, then licked his lips--though in actuality, he hadn't liked the taste too much.
The Dane closed his eyes and threw back his head, giving a toothy grin. A paw came down to rub at the raccoon's ears. "Ah... you're great, you know."
What he was thinking, Kris knew, was, You're such a slutty little thing. At this point, were they in a more private place, Kris might have rubbed the Dane's shaft around his face, coating himself with wetness to emphasize that point; but though he prided himself on happy customers, he wasn't stupid enough to do that here.
He settled for a wink and a gentle squeeze on the knot, instead. It was then that he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, opening the camera app. The Dane tensed, and went to cover himself, but Kris shook his head. "I won't show anyone," he said.
"Oh?" Amusement flickered on Mr. Calin's muzzle, and he relaxed. "For personal use, eh?"
He didn't have to fake the blush, because it was partly true. Kris had a picture of almost every dick he'd sucked. His first canine would definitely be in the collection, even if he wasn't doing this for Tyler.
As soon as he had a few good pictures, he tucked away his phone. When he returned to the Dane's cock, he took a few inches into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, resuming his force at the knot. Long minutes passed, and his only motion was bobbing up and down the shaft. Musky fluid constantly filled his mouth, only to drain back down the shaft and soak into the Dane's fur. Kris learned the sensitive spots and abused them well, interrupting the teacher's heavy breathing with gasps and sighs.
It didn't take long for the Dane to tense--the steady pressure on his throbbing knot had assured a short fling from the start, and now he was bracing himself against the wall, not trusting his knees to support him. The raccoon increased his suction, and soon the teacher was thrusting rapidly into his muzzle, which he found could accommodate the length fairly well. At that angle, the drippings pooled in his mouth and he had to sneak it quick swallows.
Strong paws grabbed his head and forced him down on the shaft. When the torrent came, he didn't taste it. His lips were on the swell of the Dane's knot, and the tip deep in the back of his throat. Pulse after pulse of warm stickiness slid down the back of his throat, and though he gagged once, he managed to conceal it well enough that the Dane probably didn't notice.
When he next looked up, the Dane was grinning at him, looking extremely amused Kris grinned back, and when he withdrew, he made sure to milk out even the last drop, and though the Dane did whine when Kris squeezed his shaft, the raccoon knew he appreciated it.
Kris was still hard, but he figured he could handle that later. The customer was always his primary concern, and in less than a minute, the customer was fully dressed again, so he figured this wasn't going to be one of the lucky times when he got off giving a blowjob. The twenty, still in his pants and rubbing against his aching shaft, was a reminder that he'd got something better out of it anyway.
He was a bit surprised when the teacher handed him another ten. "For swallowing," the Dane said.
Kris smiled, but said nothing. Tips were a rarity, but he got them more than he imagined most did. Not everyone gave good head, and even fewer were able to pick out a client's kinks like he was.
But the Dane wasn't done. His voice dropped to a husky whisper, and he said, "Bring a condom next time," he said. "I'd like you in me."
Kris almost came. He nodded, and this time he would've said something if his voice would work. But before he could, the Dane was gone, leaving him alone in the now-musky bathroom.
His thoughts turned to Tyler. Twenty bucks was a lot of money, but maybe in this case it wasn't enough to buy the truth.