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After-Class Activities Starring Thimas by Draconicon

"And remember, keep practicing. If you don't have discipline with your instruments, your talent won't mean anything."

Thimas smiled as he dismissed his class, the college students filing towards the little shoe-rack that he'd put up by the front door and getting their footgear back. Foxes, dragons, orcas, and the occasional wolf were quick to get their stuff and head for the door, their instruments slung in cases over their backs or carried down at their sides.

At least none of them complained anymore, he was happy to see. Most of them had, when he'd instituted the barefoot rule during practice performances; either it was too cold for their feet, or it was too difficult for them to get comfortable, or they were flat-out embarrassed to be walking around barefoot. But the need was there; being barefoot allowed the vibrations of the performance to slip through the ground and up through one's leg, and it was better than all the foot-tapping going on.

Continuing to wave at his students, the old badger kept a smile on his face until the last student - a chubby but shy orca - wiggled his way through the door. As soon as it shut, Thimas sat down with a groan, his hands diving down to the buttons of his pants.

"Can't believe...I lasted this long..."

Despite his desperation, he was careful as well. Now that he was sitting, the bulge of his balls through his pants was more evident than ever. It had been bad enough trying to hide that behind the desk the whole time, but now...

If I'd just refused that potion all those years ago...

The old badger shook his head a few times, working around the half-ripped seams in the crotch of his pants. He remembered the hedge-mage, way out in the country. He remembered doing him a favor and getting a potion of virility as payment. That had been back when he'd been little more than a teen himself, and thought extra manliness would have been an amazing treat. These days...

He finally got the button undone, and the bulge did the rest. His entire body shook with relief as the zipper went down and his cock - and more importantly, his balls - popped out of his pants.

Bigger than usual, this time...I'll have to cut down on all the eye candy, heh, he thought with a chuckle, looking down at the admittedly much-enlarged pair. Normally, they were a healthy huge, big enough that one might need a pair of hands to cradle them properly. Now, though...now his sack was verging on basketball size, and he needed to be careful how he walked if he didn't want to be bruising them with every step.

Thimas sighed as he gently stroked them, running his fingers through the thinning fur. There was only so much to go around, after all, and when his balls got this big - as they did whenever he didn't milk them enough - the fur spread, letting the flesh beneath get that much more visible.

A deep breath reminded him of what else it did, too.

Mmmph...still as strong as ever, he thought, shaking his head as his musk started filling the room. He could already feel it rising off of his balls, getting thicker and heavier around him. Badger musk was strong at the best of times, but it was much worse when he got like this. His fur didn't hold it in as much anymore, and it spread wherever he was. The only reason it hadn't filled the class when he was dressed was because he special-ordered his pants, and they were made with a dense weave that kept everything inside.

Unfortunately, he'd need a new pair before long. These ones were verging on falling apart.

He took a deep breath, feeling that heady scent filling his nose. Even he wasn't entirely immune to it, and it quickly started working on his cock. Thimas chuckled, reaching down and starting to fondle it, feeling it grow into his hand almost immediately.

"Not bad for someone almost fifty."

He squeezed it and groaned, already feeling his pre flowing out of the tip. It wouldn't be a good idea to actually 'milk' himself here - the janitors would ask too many questions, and he doubted Kaito would be able to help him out this time - but a little teasing, a little reminder of what he'd get when he got home...after all, that had been the last class, and he had time before he needed to catch the train.

He let his legs spread as much as they wanted, almost doing the split as his balls rested on his seat and partway over. As he reached down and rubbed them again, he could almost feel his seed sloshing around inside, begging to be released. The skin was damp with sweat, and the musk clung to his fingers as he kept stroking himself.

Mmm, yes...

It didn't take long for his thoughts to start drifting over his students, thinking of them and how they'd developed over the year. A good number of them had changed under his...tutelage, and some of them had become good friends.

Keremy, for example. He smiled as he thought of the orca, thinking of their weekend getaways out of town, and the few times that he'd given the orca a few after-hour classes. While the tuba-player was still lacking confidence in himself, he was so much better off than he'd been at the beginning of the year...and he looked so good when he was wearing a collar, too. Thimas let out a particularly appreciative grunt as he remembered how that black and white rump had looked spread around his cock, as well.

Grail, too...that pearly dragon had a problem not dissimilar to his own, and they'd had one or two sessions together where they'd gone somewhere private and...helped each other. The badger had been very careful to leave it clinical, at first, giving some help like a doctor might, but it had opened up, and they'd started to do it with a little more friendly teasing.

Not that we get the chance so much these days, now that he's out of town, he thought with a small sigh of regret. While there were others, it was nice to get individual time with all of his students.

Still, his hand sped up as he went through other fantasies, even including the time that Kaito's son had come around and...well, he wasn't sure what his fellow professor might think if he found out that the badger had gotten a bit lucky there. True, it had been during melon growing season, and Taiko had been very kind about it afterwards, but still...

His fingers were utterly soaked with pre by that point, and he was just about ready to push himself over the edge, consequences be damned, when he heard a knock.

"Professor?"

Oh, bad timing...

Thimas grunted in discomfort as he pulled his hand away from his shaft, unable to help grunting again as he slid his chair under the desk. The feeling of his cock grinding against the underside of the desk and the feeling of his balls almost getting pulled towards the chair wheels were NOT pleasant.

"Come in..."

The desk only did so much to hide him, but there was no look of accusation on the orc's face as he walked in. Folding his hands on top of the desk, the badger smiled at the flute-player.

"Ah, Ragha. Come in..."

And please, please be quick. I don't know how long - no don't shut the -

Thump. The door shut, and Thimas did everything in his power to resist slapping a hand over his face. Already, he could feel the scent rising again, and if he didn't do this quickly...

"What can I do for you?"

"I'm looking for first flutist."

"...You do know that's not quite a real position."

"Yeah, but I want to have it. You can make it happen, right?"

"I could, I suppose, but you wouldn't be getting any extra privileges."

"I don't really want that. I just want something to show off a little."

"Oh? Is something wrong? Are the other players -"

"Nah...It's just..."

Ragha shook his head, and Thimas hid a wince. The smell was definitely getting to the young man. No matter how loose those baggy sweats were, he could see the rising rod. Badger musk would get almost anyone going, and the longer they were exposed, the more randy they got. The only variable was which direction the musk took them. Either they got very fog-minded, easily influenced...or they got very randy, and very eager.

"Perhaps we should talk about this -"

"Professor, this is fucking important...Just..."

And he still wasn't sure what direction this was going to go. Ragha looked like he was getting confused, but at the same time, he had the aggression that tended to come with the latter. Thimas leaned back a bit, examining the green-skinned flutist. The tusks weren't grinding yet, and there was no drool...he should be safe for a bit longer. And even with Ragha's muscles - something that one didn't really see with a flutist, usually - he thought he could handle himself, worse coming to worse.

"Alright. What's the problem?"

"I'm...well, look at me. I'm an orc, who plays the flute."

"And you play it very well, too. You have gotten very talented."

"Yeah, but I'm an orc. And we're supposed to do big, heavy things...like...like drums...or gongs, or..."

As long as you don't start thinking of my balls as drums, keep on trailing off.

"But...I just want...maybe something to sound good. Yeah...a flutist...but first flutist..."

"You just want to show off? To who?"

There was no response. Thimas leaned forward, waving his hand back and forth, but the musk had done its job already. Ragha was completely out of it, and it looked like it was going to be the fog-minded sort. Fog-minded, and aroused, for that matter, as the orc's pants were as tented as they could get, a big, heavy shaft pushing the sweats forward enough to pull the waistband away from the waist by at least an inch.

Thimas shook his head. This wasn't what he was hoping to have happen...

Still, there was something he could do here. He pulled out a notepad, making a reminder of Ragha's request, and then slowly stood up, testing the waters.

His balls cleared the desk, or at least, the top of them did, and so did his cock. No reaction, except for the orc's cock to twitch that much more in his pants, oozing pre into the gray front.

"Well, we'll have to do something about that, I think."

The badger smiled, despite himself, and walked around the desk. Well, more slid around it; walking was hard when his balls had gotten this big. He waddled over to his student, and gently tugged the sweatpants down. There was no need to get them soaked, after -

"Ack."

He grunted as Ragha's dick swung up and smacked him in the cheek, rubbing at the spot where it hit before looking at it properly. It was quite the healthy size, he had to admit. Over eight inches long, and with a healthy amount of foreskin despite the erection. He could reach up and give it a little tug if he wanted, considered it completely covered the head with a little overhang.

He didn't, though. That would have been a bit much.

Instead, he stood up again, looking the orc over a few times. He hadn't done...much...with Ragha in the past. There'd been the time that the orc had been part of a group 'choreography exercise' that he'd done, but he hadn't had any solo time with him. Perhaps this was a chance to fix that.

He sat down on his desk, feeling his balls trying to pull him right off of it, and waved the orc forward. Ragha walked up, and Thimas didn't stop him until they were dick to dick, cock to cock.

"I think it's time to talk...rhythm."

As he often did with his mind-zonked students, he casually reached up to tap their forehead, something that would set a rhythm going in their head. He remembered, too late, that his fingers were soaked with his concentrated pre, and worse, his ball musk.

Ragha took one breath before his eyes went wide, and he growled, leaning forward. Thimas barely had a chance to blink before he was flipped over, pinned down on his desk. The orc kicked his legs apart, and he felt that thick green cock rubbing up between his ass cheeks, pre-slime running down over his hole, the head bumping against his pucker again and again.

Guess it's the eager one, after all, he grunted as the orc grabbed him around the waist. Well, it wasn't the first time he'd been fucked by a student, though this was the first time that it started this rough right off the bat. He just hoped -

"MMMPH!"

Ragha wasn't taking his time, for sure, and it was only long experience and the orc's own hyper-productivity with pre that kept the penetration burn from being painful. Thimas leaned forward, resting his head against the desk as Ragha slammed in, hard, that cock spreading his ass open wide. He could already feel the flood of pre sliding into his ass, slicking him up as the orc started pulling back.

Another thrust, and another, each one nudging at his prostate hard before the cock went further into his ass. The older badger could feel every little touch making him spurt against his belly and desk, his balls making each one bigger than a typical cumshot. He pulled a hand up to his mouth, stifling his moans; there was no need to draw more students - or worse, more teachers - into the room. He had blackmail over the dean to allow him some freedom, but there'd be no getting around this.

In and out, in and out that big green cock went, and Thimas curled his toes in pleasure as he got used to the rhythm. The orc was quite the hard fucker, and it didn't take long before he started pushing harder. Thimas heard a thump, and looked to the side to see the orc's foot on his desk, letting the big guy slam in from a different angle, reaming him out from an entirely different direction.

It didn't take him long to blow his load, shooting it all over the desk. The stench of badger cum and musk only got stronger, and he could feel Ragha get harder in his ass as a result.

The orgasms didn't stop cumming, either, as the orc's hard fuck continued. The badger groaned as he kept cumming, pushed over the edge again and again as his flutist rammed into him, pounding away almost like he couldn't stop. He knew he felt several orgasms go off in his ass, but it wasn't enough for the musk-addled student.

After his fifth orgasm, and soaking himself from waist to head, Thimas knew that he had to get this to stop. He fumbled around, reaching for one of the many little instruments he kept at his desk for emergencies. Stapler, paper, pen, paperclip box - There it was!

He pulled out the little finger-cymbals and started tapping them together, almost like castanets. The different sound, though, of metal percussion instead of wooden, had a stronger effect.

Within a minute, the orc stopped thrusting, and he slowly pulled out. The sudden flood of cum sliding out of his ass left Thimas shivering a little as it oozed down over his balls, dripping over a sack that had maybe shrunk to half of its size. It was still bigger than he wanted, but it was small enough for him to stand up and move around a little.

Which he did, getting up and turning to face the orc. Panting softly as he caught his breath, Thimas used his free hand to wipe the seed off of his face and his chest.

"Okay...I have to admit, that wasn't what I expected...but it certainly has helped. Heh...I will have to remember you do that, my first flutist."

Chuckling, Thimas kept up the rhythm with his fingers while writing a little note. He handed it over, and nodded towards the door.

"Please put your pants back on, and then deliver that to Kaito? It would do me a world of good."

As would the new set of clothes that he was sending the dragon to get, with the note. After all, Novus Ager was a very open city...but that didn't mean he could walk out of here cum-soaked and sweaty and not expect to get some questions asked.

Ragha left, and he settled back on his desk. Considering the mess, he might as well finish the job, and he started stroking again.

The End