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Once we established a routine, the opening weeks of the fall semester actually went pretty smoothly. Between attending Professor Druff's class and working (and working out) at the gym, I actually had plenty of things to keep myself busy. But I also had enough free time to really explore Lincoln, too. Before I knew it, Fall Break was upon us. I took the weekend off to enjoy with my tiger, though we had no special plans to go camping or anything like that. But Charles, Jack and I had managed to get several tickets together, and we were going to take Tiffany, Michelle and Toby to see the Yena Matthews Band, live in concert. Roger was going home for the break as soon as school was out on Friday afternoon, to be home with the family for his birthday. Tiffany and Michelle both loved Yena Matthews, but I was a little less sure about Toby since he seemed only to really enjoy classic rock. But Matthews seemed to cross genres enough that I thought he'd still enjoy the evening. It turned out we were right, and Toby actually seemed to enjoy the night most of any of us. We stopped at our favorite all-night diner afterward for shakes and to talk about the concert, and he was positively giddy.

"We're so glad you liked it," said Charles as everyone took their seats around the large booth. "Craig was apprehensive, since you only ever listen to classic rock at home."

"I guess I do come off that way," pondered Toby. "But that's recorded music. Live performance, I'm probably going to enjoy it. There's something about the energy of the crowd that just feeds the music to me. As long as it's a good, upbeat program - and not too twangy! - I'm probably going to have a lot of fun. And Matthews really does play some good rock, besides.

"What was everyone's favorite pieces" asked Michelle. "I bet I know Toby's."

"Ants Marching," said Tiffany before Toby could protest. "I actually really like the use of the fiddle with the sax. They go so well together!"

"Crash into me," said Charles. "I like their ballads, and that one's especially beautiful."

"I think their most beautiful ballad is Where Are You Going," added Michelle, next around the circle. "Jack is my Superman, but I don't need him to be. I just want him to be with me." She smilled and kissed him. "Your turn, babe."

"That's actually my favorite, too. Where Michelle goes, that's where I wanna be. I loved that song in the concert. I looked around and everyone who came with someone was dancing with their loves, either in their seats or in the aisles. And Michelle wrapped her arms around me. It was wonderful."

It was my turn next. "That is a great song. But I really liked You & Me. That one really speaks to me and my tiger, since I pretty much did that with him when I first met him. And when I'm with him, I feel like I can do anything." It was my turn to kiss my tiger.

"I wanna know what Michelle thinks is my favorite song," said Toby, instead of sharing his.

"That's easy," said Michelle. "Kit Kat Jam!"

Amidst everyone's laughter, Toby tried to protest. "Oh, sure, just because I'm a cat, right? That must be my favorite song."

"Of course," said Michelle, her eyes alight.

"Well, I'll have you know, you're absolutely right! But not because of the title of the song."

There were howls of protest to that.

"No, really! That one really feels classic in style. And the way they incorporate the wind instruments over the guitar riff really drives it. Also, I've heard that one before, and it never had vocals in the studio recordings. So that was a cool surprise. But man! That saxophonist can really rip it up!"

"That's true," I agreed. "You have to admit, they really had the crowd going with that one. It was totally electrical in there, then. I can see why that would be Toby's favorite, even without the Kat reference."

Everyone nodded to that. And we would have said more, when we were distracted by a presence at our table.

"Well, here is a happy sight. I see you all must be enjoying yourselves. Not forgetting the papers due after break, though, I hope, Miss Tiffany, and Mister Toby?" The Druff stood before us, still dressed anachronistically, though not in a neo-Victorian suit. Instead, he was wearing what looked like a hand-knitted cardigan over a button-down shirt with corduroy pants.

"Good to see you, Professor Druff," I said. We haven't forgotten. And I am going to write one, too, even though I don't have to. But tonight, we went to see the Yena Matthews Band in concert."

"Ach, a most excellent band, yes. I will be going to see the Hyena tomorrow, would you believe? Yes, I quite enjoy the band, and managed to get a ticket or two as well. They were good, yes?"

"Yes, sir, Professor," said Tiffany. "We were just talking about our favorite songs. They really know how to get the crowd going, especially with Kit Kat Jam."

"Please, we are not on campus, you may dispense with the formality. Just 'Druff' will do. Now this song I do so enjoy," said the massive tiger. "I'm sure you have no doubt, as a Tiger, this is my favorite of their songs." There were howls of laughter as everyone bumped Toby. We then had to explain to Professor Druff what had just happened.

"Ah, yes. There are plenty of other reasons to like the song as well. Yet it remains my favorite. But I must excuse myself; here you are having a fun night and I am spoiling it with threats of reports. It is a pleasure to see you all." He offered to shake paws with me, ostensibly as I sat in the outermost position, before he stepped away, leaving a card in my paw as he did. We watched him meet up with a large boar at the door, donning his hat as they stepped out and were lost to sight.

I looked down at the card my paw. "Call me this weekend," it said, and his number was circled. No one picked up on it as they were all still watching him leave, so I stuck it in my pocket to show Toby in private later.

"How's his class going for you guys," asked Michelle as the attention returned to the table. "Isn't he a fun teacher?" The card forgotten, we discussed that for a while, then the topic went back to the concert. By then we had finished our shakes and it was getting quite late, so the tabs were paid and we went home.

Once we were back in the apartment, I found the card in my pocket as I undressed for the night. "Oh, hey, Toby. Check this out. Professor Druff put it in my paw when he shook with me at the table tonight."

I passed it off to him. "I wonder what this could be about," he pondered.

"You're guess is as good as mine. Shall we find out? It's got a phone number on it."

Toby looked at me, then at the clock on the dresser. "You silly fox! Look at the time! We'll find out tomorrow, after the sun's up."

"Well, of course not tonight," I grinned. "But you do think we should call?"

"I don't see why not. Maybe we'll get an answer to the question I've had about him all semester."

"Maybe," I admitted. "Or maybe he just wants to talk about the answer I had to that last question this morning. He did seem very impressed by it."

"That he did. Could be the case, too. I was impressed by that answer, too. Especially since you stole it from me!"

"What do you mean," I defended. "Just because we were discussing the idea last night after reading, doesn't mean you're the only one who had it!"

"Suuuure, Craig." He grinned and lunged at me, tickling my sides. "Admit it! It was my idea!"

After several seconds of the tickle torture, I managed to get enough breath to acquiesce. "Ok, ok. I'll admit you did plant the seed! But I did stop to consider it myself before just throwing the answer out there. If that's what he wants to talk about, I'll tell him you had the idea, first. Happy?"

"Fair enough," Toby said, releasing me with a kiss.

"But what if it's about the other thing? What should we do?" I asked, sobering up.

"Well, let's see when we call, and play it by ear," he said. "For now, it's bedtime."

"Right." I had trouble falling asleep, wondering what the burly professor could want to talk about.

* * *

I had taken the weekend off, so we slept late that morning, waking up in time for lunch and easing into the day. Toby and I were kicking around in just a pair of sweats each and relaxing, when I went to get something from the bedroom and found the card again. "Oh, hey, Tig'! Here's that card from The Druff. What do you say we call him?"

"Oh, yeah, we better do that here soon, since he'll surely be heading to the concert in a little bit."

"Speakerphone?" I pulled out my mobile and typed in his number.

"Sure," said Toby, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot next to him. "But you do the talking."

I tapped the button and the sound of ringing filled the living room. "Druff, here," came the answer.

"Hello, Professor Druff. This is Craig Azeria. How are you doing today?"

"I am well, Craig. Thank you for calling. I take it you found my note?"

"Yes, sir. I did." I nodded, though I knew he wouldn't see it. "I didn't show the group, because you handed it to me so privately. But Toby is here with me."

Toby chuffed in greeting, to make his presence known.

"Ah, good. Hello, Mister Toby. It is good to hear you, too."

"What can we do for you, sir?" I asked. "We don't want to take too much of your time, since you've got the concert soon."

"Ah, yes," came the gruff voice from my phone. "Thank you for being to the point. But I have some time, yet before we leave. Still, I will answer. You two gentlemen came to me earlier this fall with a concern. And I have been meaning to check in back with you on that. How are you doing?"

"Oh! Um, I'm doing ok," I answered, pleasantly surprised by the professor's concern. "My friends have been really good support. And the gym where it happened, and where I work, has worked hard to back me and make me feel comfortable there."

"This is good," the professor considered. "I am pleased. I can see that you are feeling very comfortable in my class, and you and Mister Toby give such smart answers all of the time. I am most pleased to have you in the class."

"Thank you, sir," said Toby.

"Thank you," he replied. We could hear a knock on the door. "Ah, it seems I had less time than I thought. Come in!" he called. "It's open. Then we could tell he was speaking to us, again. "It would please me to meet with you over the break. Perhaps Monday or Tuesday, you could visit me? The offices will be open, and I will be at work. I can offer you coffee there."

Now this was indeed a surprise. What more could he want to talk about? I looked at Toby. He shrugged. "Well, Toby is free both days, but I have to work. The time when your class would normally happen, on Monday, I'll be free. We could come then, if that's ok?"

"Perfect," he answered, and we could hear the haste in his voice to get to whoever just came through his door. "I will be there. Thank you, gentlemen. See you Monday."

The call disconnected from his end, and Toby and I looked at each other. What could this be about?

* * *

Monday finally arrived and found us standing before The Druff's office. Very unusual for him, he was casually dressed in a Yena Matthews Band t-shirt. His feet were up on a roll-top desk pressed against the side wall of the room, showing off a pair of characteristic corduroy pants, though these were perhaps a half size smaller than they ought to have been and were quite snug on his shapely, muscular legs. He was immersed in a book and there was a radio playing Yena Matthews music. The room smelled strongly of a mixture of coffee and bay rum cologne. And musk.

Toby knocked on the door frame as I called out, "Hello, Professor. We're here."

He dropped his feet to the ground and stood up. "Yes, yes, gentlemen. Thank you for coming, I am most glad to see you. Do come in." He ushered us to a comfortable couch on the wall opposite his desk, scooping up a stack of in-progress papers that had been arrayed there for ease of viewing. These he set on the desk, then moved to a low bookshelf by the door. On top was a small espresso maker, and an array of flavorings, some of which did not look like they would be approved by the university, if the dean were to come by. "May I offer you an espresso? I must admit, it has become something of a guilty pleasure, for me. And since today is a non-class day, I got out some special additions."

"That would be great," I found myself saying. "May I have a latte? Make it your favorite flavor."

"Mocha for me, maybe with a splash of the hazelnut, please" added Toby.

"Excellent, yes," said The Druff. "You are over twenty-one, Mister Craig? Good." The conversation could not progress while he brewed, as the steamer squawked in the milk cup. In a few moments, he was presenting us each with a mug of steaming liquid. I had watched him add Bailey's and Vodka, and noted to myself to drink it slowly. "Do you like White Russians, Mister Craig? This will be much similar."

"I don't think I've ever had one," I confessed. "It smells good."

"Drink it midly," he cautioned. "It is not my intention to ply you with alcohol," he smiled. "But you asked for my favorite."

"Thank you," I smiled. Toby smirked at me.

We chatted about the concert for a few minutes while we settled and enjoyed the coffees. The Druff took our coats and hung them on pegs on the back of the door. Finally, he brought his chair closer and touched my knee.

"Mister Craig, I am curious about this thing I asked you for on Saturday. You are doing well?"

"Yes," I said. "Like I said, I have good friends. They have been helping me a lot."

"Mister Toby said when he first brought you that you were not being left alone. It tells me whatever happened was quite bad?"

"Well, it wasn't just that incident. It was more the straw that broke the camel's back," I confessed. I felt quite relaxed here, more so than perhaps I ought to have in a professor's office. But I was not officially his student, he had given me quite a strong drink, and I had my Tiger by my side. And as we drank alcohol only on rare occasions, the drink was doing its work on me, whether The Druff actually intended it to or not. I found myself summing up everything that had happened since Toby found me in Kearney, last spring. Toby would jump in on occasion, mostly to keep me from taking too long to tell the story, but also sometimes to hold back some of the more private details. When he did this, he would touch my knee and nudge the story forward to the next point.

As we got to the end, to the Wednesday where Jack had taken me to the gym, and the encounter with Michael, The Druff nodded softly and shook his head. "I see that this was indeed a rough summer for you. But I am glad that you were able to find in my class a refuge. And I am glad that you have been able to join us regularly, too. I wanted to thank you for your contributions. Have you thought about joining the University for real?"

"The thought has crossed my mind," I confessed. "But, well, it depends on my Tiger, here. He's graduating soon, and will want to settle somewhere. If he doesn't want to stay in Lincoln, it wouldn't do me any good to have to stay here for another four years."

"Well, I will do a super-senior year for my degree," Toby commented. But if you wanted to stay in school, I'd come back with you before deciding where to end up. Lincoln's not such a bad place, lack of geography notwithstanding."

"You would do well, here, Mister Craig. You are a very intelligent young man. Perhaps a history degree would suit you?"

"I'll think about it," I promised.

"Please do," he smiled. "I would be pleased to be your advisor, if you would like it."

"Thank you, sir."

The Druff got up to refresh his and Toby's coffees (I was still nursing mine, so he just added a little more hot milk to re-warm it) and I looked at Toby. I could see the question in his eyes, and nodded to him, tipping my head to suggest he go forward. He made a face and shrugged. I nodded and gestured again, widening my eyes to add force to my silent suggestion. As the larger Tiger came back to his seat, Toby spoke up.

"Professor Druff, may I ask you something, kind of personal?"

The Druff handed him his mug. "We have been quite personal this morning already. You need not ask permission, Mister Toby."

"Well, sir, it's just that..." He paused. "I mean, I've heard-" he stopped again, unsure what to do. "Is there any truth to the rumors, sir?"

"Rumors?" The professors eyes widened with the question.

"I'm sorry. I assume too much," Toby blushed and lowered his head.

"No, it is ok, Toby. I presume you mean, the rumors that I occasionally engage students in activities that are not very academic in nature, behind closed doors."

We both nodded.

"What do you think?"

"It's hard to say, sir," I answered for Toby, who seemed suddenly to be tongue tied. "We've been wondering all semester. Toby mentioned the rumors at lunch the day you invited me to audit the class, but he's only heard of it once and has never heard more. Obviously, we weren't going to violate your privacy by investigating more in-depth. But it could just have been a student who didn't like you that was trying to tarnish your reputation."

"Well, and if that were indeed the case, would I know that was the rumor you had intended, Craig?" It was subtle, but I did notice that he had dropped the honorifics before both our names, now.

"Hmm. Maybe if they were older rumors that were slowly dying out, I suppose?" I speculated.

"What would you like the answer to be, Craig? Toby?" He looked at us each in turn. I was suddenly aware once more of the musky smell in the room. It took me a moment to answer.

"Well, sir, you are a very attractive man. I think, that is... if there were a professor who were to do such things..." I stammered.

Toby spoke up. "We'd rather enjoy knowing that it was you, sir."

The Druff scooted his chair closer, touching both of our knees. "You would, would you?"

"Yessir," Toby swallowed.

"Just knowing? Or knowing from experience?"

I looked down at the paw on my knee. I could feel the blush in my ears. I looked up at him.

"I would never force a student to do anything he was uncomfortable with, gentlemen. But if you are asking me, I'll tell you the truth. I do occasionally take young men into my confidence, and we... enjoy each other's company. Is that what you are looking to do, today, gentlemen?"

I looked at Toby. He met my eyes and smiled, nodding. I looked back at The Druff. "Yessir." This would be our first interaction with someone outside ourselves, since we had been with Stu this summer.

"Such brave, handsome gentlemen," he smiled warmly, then stood before us. He placed his head behind my head and gently drew me forward until my muzzle was in front of his pants. I could feel the corduroy texture against my nose. From the corner of my eye, I could see Toby's muzzle right next to mine, and I felt his whiskers against my cheek. The musk that I had been smelling was so strong, here. It pushed at my sensations, drawing me in. I buried my nose against the fabric of his pants, and found they were already quite taut. It seemed we were not the only ones thinking about this. Had he been hoping we would broach the subject? My tail was wagging behind me, thumping against the rear cushions of the couch. I could feel Toby's tail lash against my waist at times, too. I ran my paw up the inside of the professor's leg, stopping only when I hit the seam of the fabric.

"Mmm, yes, gentlemen, I think this will do most nicely," he rumbled. "Why don't you open those up?" Toby reached up and undid the button fly of The Druff's pants. In response, the larger Tiger pushed pants and underwear down, exposing the massive, thick tigerhood beneath. The blast of musk was intoxicating at this point, much more so than I had ever smelt it before. I could see it was working on Toby, too, as his eyes had a characteristic unfocused look that he would get when I was really turning him on. Without any further hesitation, he opened his maw wide and took in the older Tiger's entire length. This left me the balls, which I sniffed around, savoring the acrid musk before I proceeded to lick his sack clean.

"Ohh, yes. You two are both quite good at this," the professor encouraged. I could feel a paw rubbing my ears.

I wrapped an arm around Toby's waist, but continued to give attention to the professor. Eventually, Toby lifted off of his shaft, and nuzzled me. He kissed me, then said, "Switch." That was all the instruction I needed before I took what I could of Professor Druff's meat into my mouth. I nearly gagged on it; he was so much bigger than even my Tiger. I felt Toby working at the underside of his sack. My paw slid around Toby's front and rubbed at his bulging pants. I was in heaven! Here I had the Tiger I loved, and a Tiger I had been lusting after for some time, now, both right here before me. I could hardly think straight.

"Let us see what you both have, said The Druff, stepping back to disengage from us, and kneeling down. He opened first my pants and then Toby's, and tugged at them while we disrobed completely, tossing our clothes in a jumbled pile on the floor beside the couch. Soon they were topped by a Yena Matthews t-shirt as well. He took first Toby's shaft into his mouth, slathering it with his rough tongue. Toby leaned back and groaned, his paw wrapped around my unattended meat.

After a time The Druff turned to mine. "Such lovely cocks you both have," and he took me into his mouth. We both giggled at the sudden use of rough language. Even in the midst of this action, it seemed so odd to hear coarse language coming from this normally so decorous professor. Finally, he came up for air. "You two are mated, so let me ask. Which of you is the bottom, and which the top?"

I giggled. "We take turns, sir."

"Excellent, then so shall I. But which one of you shall I sample first? Perhaps the courageous Tiger who broached the subject?" He stood and pulled Toby up, sizing him up and pinching his nipples. Toby shivered at the attention, then turned to face the wall, kneeling on the couch.

"Yes, please, sir?" He leaned forward, lifting his tail.

"Yes, we haven't much time left if Craig must go to work after class on Mondays. Let me see that delicious ass." And Craig, you sit up here," he said, guiding me to sit on the back of the couch, so my legs were straddling Toby's neck. He didn't waste any time entering Toby's rear, and then leaned forward and took my dick in his mouth again. His attentions were causing me to yip and bark, which I tried to muzzle. Professor Druff paused his mouth and stood up. "It is ok, most of the faculty don't come in until late on this day. We are quite alone up here, I assure you." The whole time, he continued to thrust into Toby's tailhole. "You have a very fine ass, Toby."

"Isn't it, though," I agreed. He laughed, and Toby moaned in pleasure. Then he went back to sucking me.

Before long I was moaning loudly and barking again. At this, the older Tiger stopped and removed himself from Toby as well. Now, let me experience your sweet ass, Craig. I quickly scrambled down and took up position next to my Tiger. The Druff ran his fingers through my tail fur. "Ahhh, this is such a luxurious item. We cats simply don't hold a candle to foxes in the tail department." He rubbed my tail all over his chest. Just as I began to relax and really enjoy it, he suddenly and swiftly shifted forward, shoving his dick in me with one swift motion. I barked in sudden pain, as his thickness took me by surprise, and it was quite larger than I was ready for.

"I am sorry, Craig. I did not mean to hurt. Shall I stop?"

"No," I winced. "Just give me a second." He waited patiently, still running his fingers through my tail fur. This, more than anything, provided the relaxation I needed and soon I was comfortable with his massive meat. He didn't even need my cue, but could feel my muscles relax. He began to thrust immediately. He drew Toby up, now, and kissed him deeply, his paw going to my Tiger's shaft and pumping him freely.

"Hmm," he said. "We should all three be in on the action. Let us try something," the professor suggested. He disengaged from me and sat down on the couch. "Toby, come sit here," he instructed, drawing the younger tiger into his lap. He took a purchase on Toby's backside, guiding him down onto the professor's massive shaft with a happy growl.

Once situated, he then looked to me. "And Craig, you now sit in Toby's lap." He didn't have to instruct me twice, to be taken by my love. I eagerly sat down, facing forward so I could look at both tiger's faces. I let out a murr of pleasure, and then another as I felt the professor's paw reach behind and take my tail again. He began to bounce, then got Toby started and relaxed, letting the younger tiger do most of the work between us as I held myself in position above, and The Druff impaled him from below. He clamped his teeth down on Toby's shoulder, and Toby leaned forward and gnawed on mine. I was thoroughly turned on and, with some helpful ministrations from Toby, squeezing my swollen knot, came rapidly. This, in turn, caused enough stimulation to Toby that he came, which caused his insides to clamp down on The Druff, who then came into him. Sweating and exhausted, I collapsed forward. This put my muzzle right in front of The Druffs and I pressed my lips to his in a slow, long kiss. Toby continued to nibble enticingly on my neck and shoulder, which kept my overly sensitive erection pressing against his belly, rather than declining.

Eventually, we broke the kiss and I nuzzled my mate, sandwiched between me and our professor. The thrill of the taboo of what we had just done exhilarated me, and I was still slow to lose my erection, though my knot was relaxing. Both tigers began to clean my shaft, sheath, and belly. This tickled and I squirmed, which made Toby's softening meat slide out of me. He in turn wriggled and The Druff's thick shaft slid out of him with a soft pop.

"Craig, please find a clean towel next to the espresso maker and bring it here." I followed the instructions and brought the towel. It was damp, and I guessed what it was for, using it to clean the messy tigers before me. Toby stood up so that I could clean him, and then he took the towel and cleaned my rump, too.

"Is that the answer you were hoping to get, gentlemen," asked The Druff.

"Yes, I think it is," grinned Toby.

"I'm satisfied with the answer," I added, with a grin.

"Good," he replied. I think we are about out of time if you are to get to work, Craig, but please do come and visit me again," grinned our instructor. By mutual silent agreement, we decided not to tell him that work came after lunch, and that we had plenty of time. Instead, each of us scrambled into our clothes, thanking the professor for the coffee, his time, and the play. Excusing ourselves, we left his office. Our own musk was now clearly a part of the background smell of the place, and that had both of us murring all the way back to the apartment.