During Class
The fox sat in the back row of the auditorium, horny out of his mind. Ten minutes into lecture and his mind was already wandering. 20 rows ahead of him, the professor lectured about surface integrals. However the fox, normally studious and attentive, was not listening. It didn't help that the class was halfway into the semester, and attendance had dwindled to an all time low. Most of the class sat in the first 10 rows, with a scattering of bored students in the far half. The professor himself was bored, his lethargic voice drifting and dying out as it made it to the back of the room. The fox's mind was elsewhere, and a growing tension in his pants gave a clue where it was.
His paw discretely drifted up to his bulge, lightly massaging his balls and hardening shaft. Ahead, the professor had finished filling out the first board, and pushed it up, revealing notes from a previous lecture. The professor, a young lion wearing a buttoned up shirt and tight-fitting jeans, slowly began erasing, creating a small cloud of dust which settled onto his mane. The fox almost wished he could be in the front row, where he could better see the professor's butt, which waved back and forth as the professor reached to erase some of the higher-up chalk marks. On the other hand, the fox was glad to have the privacy to casually stroke his hardening shaft through his pants.
The fox was in a bit of a predicament. This morning, he woke up in his dorm room around 10am after sleeping in, sprawled half-way out of his covers, naked, and sweating from a hotter-than-usual September morning. His roommate, a husky, was at his desk, fully clothed, and working on some homework. The fox sat up on the side of his bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning. His roommate, who was very straight, glanced in his direction, then immediately averted his eyes from the fox's nude form. The fox arose and shuffled over to his own desk, which was immediately to the left of his roommate's. Sitting down, the fox leaned over to look at the husky's homework. "Calculus, huh?". The husky gave a grunt, continuing to avert his eyes from the fox. The homework was due in lecture in only an hour. The fox, having finished the homework last night, turned on his laptop and surfed the internet, idly scratching at his pubic hair.
Eventually, his browsing made its way to porn, and the fox presently began to masturbate. There was an unspoken rule between them that masturbating in the other's presence was allowed, as long as they weren't "weird" about it. The rule was established on their first week -- when the fox simply stripped down at his desk and masturbated, and the husky was too embarrassed to say anything about it and instead pretended that it wasn't happening. The fox figured as long as they didn't acknowledge each other while it happened, the husky would just ignore it. The husky did not take advantage of this unspoken rule himself.
Anyway, the fox was masturbating and watching porn for quite a while, when the husky packed his stuff away and walked towards the door. Opening it and making to leave, he hesitated. Looking over his shoulder, he broke the uncomfortable silence between them to say, "You know we have class now, right?". The fox jumped up with an "Oh shit!" and closed his laptop in a hurry. As the husky watched from the hallway, which was busy with students heading to class, the fox threw on a shirt and grabbed a pair of mesh gym shorts. A moment later, the fox had joined the husky, his backpack in one paw and his other paw attempting to pull up his shorts. Then they were on their way. The fox, his masturbation interrupted, felt an uncomfortable tightness in his balls as they walked to class, and knew he was in for a long day.
A loud noise as the lion pushed up the chalk board and pulled down a fresh one. The fox scanned the board, but found his mind wandering again, massaging his painful balls. Presently, the lion finished his erasing and turned to the class, and made eye contact with the fox. His paws went up to his collar and slowly unbuttoned, revealing his chest and stomach to the class. Dropping the shirt to the floor, his paws went down to his jeans and slowly unbuttoned the fly, until a bright-red pair of briefs were visible, concealing a growing bulge. The class watched in stunned silence as he then slid down his briefs, revealing a tuft of thick orange pubic hair, above a lengthy semi-hard dick and heavy balls. He then started to stroke himself, eyes closed in pleasure as his right paw glided up and down the shaft. The fox watched in rapture, and let out a moan.
The moan, quiet as it was, startled the fox back awake and the professor was once again writing math on the board, completely clothed. Wondering if anyone heard, the fox adjusted in his seat, his cock now completely erect, creating an obscenely obvious tent in his loose mesh pants. His pulse had picked up, and he was even sweating a little bit. The fox glanced at the clock. 15 minutes into lecture, which means... 105 minutes left. He grimaced, adjusting in his seat again. "Fuck..." the fox whispered. He wondered why on earth he even attends lecture.
Maybe I can try to pay attention, the fox wondered. He glanced down at his notebook, pencil at hand, and completely dismissed the idea. Maybe I can leave and whack off in one of the bathroom stalls. But there was no way he could walk down the center aisle and out one of the side doors without everyone noticing his bulge. The fox quietly sighed, an intense wave of frustration overtaking him.
Making a decision, he reached down and pulled out his laptop from his backpack. He connected his headphones, and moved them from his neck to his ears. Then he turned on his laptop, which was still playing porn from this morning. He browsed a bit before landing on an old favorite, a young wolf getting plowed mercilessly by a bull out on his own front lawn. The wolf was yipping almost like a fox as the bull fucked him, then the bull pulled out and brought his massive cock up to the wolf's snout, rubbing his face in it, before the wolf took it forcefully down his throat. The fox turned up the volume a few more clicks, until he couldn't hear anything but the sputtering and gagging of the wolf, and the snorting and groaning of the bull. The bull was wrapping his massive hands around the wolf's ears, and was increasing the pace of his thrusting as a car passed by in the street below, only partially concealed by a few trees. The fox always wondered if the scene was staged or not. Part of him felt it was obviously staged, but another part of him liked to think it wasn't.
The setup of the video was that the wolf was hooking up with the bull at the wolf's place, but his roommate was having a phone interview and couldn't be disturbed by their lustful moans. Without anywhere to go, the bull had the wolf strip down in the front yard of his house, which was sheltered only modestly from the public street, and not at all from the neighbors. The wolf expressed his fear and discomfort at the idea of being seen, but horny as he was, followed along, and soon enough had forgotten where he was except for where he was relative to the bull's cock.
The bull was now back to fucking the poor wolf's ass, the wolf on his back and his hips raised up by the bull as he was fucked like a wheel barrow. Coming up was the fox's favorite part, where the bull lies on top of the wolf and just starts uncontrollably rutting him like an animal. The fox turned the volume up a few more clicks, in anticipation for the wolf's cries of pure submission, which put even this fox's to shame.
Feeling a wet spot form in his shorts, the fox snapped back to reality. He looked around, a quick pang of paranoia, but everyone was looking ahead or not looking at all (on account of their eyes being closed). The fox hoped that no one could hear his headphones. They were noise canceling and turned up to almost a deafening volume, so he couldn't hear a single sound from the outside world. The fox settled back into his seat, his ears bathed in sex. The headphones and screen in front of him blocked out the outside world, and the embrace of the headphones in particular gave his head a comfortable squeeze and blocked out his peripheral vision. He found himself relaxing and losing his self-awareness, which lead to a drop in his inhibitions. I just wanted to make this clear, as what he is about to do would otherwise seem almost implausibly bold.
The fox considered his exposure. He sat two seats to the right of the center aisle. Looking to his right, separated by only a single seat was a leopard he recognized. Uncomfortably close, but he should be ok, thought the fox. He met him at a party a few weeks ago, and seemed really laid back and probably wouldn't care. To the leopard's right was a lemur which he vaguely recognized, likely the leopard's friend (probably cool as well). Further along were a pair of cats (sleeping). Looking to his left, sitting across from and directly next to the center aisle, was an otter (also sleeping) and about 5-6 people he didn't recognize at the far end of the row (hopefully too far to see much). The fox bit his lip in vexation. The row in front of him was pretty busy, about 50% occupied, but hopefully they have no reason to look behind them.
The fox debated a bit, calculating risks and rewards, and reaching a pessimistic conclusion, when finally the bull dropped the wolf onto the grass and practically fell on him, grunting aggressively as he started rutting the submissive wolf. Fuck it. He slouched down in his seat, and pulled down his mesh pants, which slid the rest of the way down to the floor. His cock raised up in front of the screen before him. Eyes ahead, the fox told himself, as he took his cock in his paws and stroked, imagining the leopard's startled gaze, who could no doubt see both his erection and what was on his screen. His paws trembled as they ran up and down his cock, as he tried to block out the rest of the world except for his cock and his screen.
Unconsciously, he felt that he was doing something unbelievably risky and irresponsible, but instead he focused on the animalistic whimpering of the wolf. The stress of the situation was affecting his ability to keep an erection, so he felt himself start to grow softer. Taking deep breaths, the fox cleared his mind until he felt himself get hard again, imagining himself back in his dorm room, drawing on his experience of masturbating to porn at his desk while his room mate sat at his own desk next to him. His room mate pretends to ignore, never mentioning it or bringing it up in conversation, almost as if it never happened. As long as I don't see them, they can't see me, the fox thought.
He felt himself get close, so he slowed down, edging himself, his room mate in the desk to his right, feigning obliviousness as he played some video game. Letting out a low moan, he let his head fall back and leaned back in his office chair, his hips raising as his back arched, lifting his butt a foot off of his chair, ready to spray his chest and face with his seed, the intense, musky smell of which his room mate would endure with feigned indifference. But a sensation at his knees brought him back to the classroom as he felt his laptop start to slip. He caught it before it fell, and looked around. The video had ended and the screen had gone black a few minutes ago. As the pre-orgasm sensations subsided, he looked ahead, but no one seemed to have noticed anything. As to the people to his side... well they don't exist if I don't look, right?
Figuring that a significant amount of time must have passed, the fox looked at the clock, which told a much different story. Anguished, the fox brought his paws up to his face, unintentionally smearing himself with his pre-cum. Only thirty-five fucking minutes into the two-hour class.
Unable to get back into the porn, he put his laptop on the floor leaving the headphones around his neck. Idly watching the professor and skimming over the chalk boards to see what he missed, his mind again wandered, before noticing that he was still pantsless. He moved to pull up his pants again, but decided not to, idly fidgeting with his now-soft cock and balls and licking the precum off his paws. After a bit, he grabbed his phone and pulled up grindr out of boredom. Someone had sent him a message asking for nudes the previous night, which he ignored. Now more in the mood, he got himself hard again and pulled up his shirt and, holding it in his teeth, he sent a good picture of his torso and cock. Feeling mischievous, he got an idea. Waiting for the right moment, he again arched his back and got a good picture of the class and professor, with his cock also in frame. That gave him a good thrill. He wondered how further he can take this when suddenly he got a notification that a match was only a few meters away.
Heart racing, he looked at the profile. A bull. Fuck, the fox moaned under his breath. What are the chances? The fox quickly debated what to say, but instead elected to just send the pic he just took, the one with both the class and his cock in frame. A quiet bing was heard, and the fox saw a figure near the front of the class, seated right next to the center aisle, pull something out of it's pocket, glance at it a second, then suddenly hide the screen against it's chest. The figure seemed to look around the room, before looking back down at it's paws. A second later, the fox's phone vibrated. "What the fuck" the message read.
"Want to fuck me?" the fox replied. Jesus, I'm normally so eloquent. A few seconds later. "Yes, of course. After class in the downstairs bathroom?".
Ooh, a bold one, thought the fox. How have I not met him before? The fox imagined the proposed encounter with the bull. The downstairs bathroom, if he remembered correctly, was a bit less busy than the one on this floor, but during this time of day that wouldn't be saying much. They would have to spend quite a bit of time crammed into one of the stalls, waiting for the room to empty before continuing again. And even then, if he remembered correctly, it was one of those bathrooms without any door, just a small barrier for modesty. So he would have to stifle his moans, lest they echo out into the busy hallway. Perhaps he could stuff the bull's musky underwear in his mouth. Cleanup would be a bit of an issue too, and of course there would be quite the smell. This guy clearly has a sense of adventure, the fox mused, feeling turned on. The idea appealed to him, and clearly he would have to try this some day, but this didn't really solve the fox's current issue.
The fox glanced at the clock. Can I wait 80 minutes for this? He glanced down at his swollen member, which answered for him. "Can't wait. Have to do it now. Come to the back" the fox replied.
An agonizing eternity later, the phone buzzed. "What the fuck". A tense moment, then he saw the figure get up and quietly walk back towards him. As the figure became visible, the fox saw that he looked quite like the bull from the porn, only a little less muscular and brown-colored instead of black. Once he was a few rows away, the fox grabbed something from his backpack, and quietly crept, naked, to the alcove behind the last row.
The center aisle extended a bit behind the last row to an alcove with a few storage areas and a crate full of chalk and eraser supplies. The bull followed the fox and saw him there naked. "What the fuck" the bull muttered. They had to crouch pretty low to not be seen, especially the bull. The bull sat down and the fox immediately went for the bull's belt, struggling to unbuckle it with trembling fingers. The bull's massive hands joined his and helped him unbuckle the belt, which they left in the bull's jeans. Unbuckling the bull's jeans, the fox discovered that the bull was not wearing underwear. The fox let out a quiet gasp when the bull's cock fell out, which even in it's flaccid state was already thicker than the fox's forearm and about half as long. The fox started having flashes of uncertainty, doubting the whole venture, when the bull's massive hand wrapped around the fox's head and pulled him forwards.
The fox's paws wrapped around the bull cock and pull it towards his muzzle, feeling the weight in his paws. As he licked the head of the cock, it hardened until his paws could no longer reach around the shaft and contributed a frightening amount to it's length. The position was uncomfortable, the bull leaning forward to stay out of sight, until they switched so that the bull was laying on his back and the fox was laying on top of him, the bull's crotch positioned beneath his face, except that the fox's own crotch only reached the bull's chest. The fox could barely fit the cock in his mouth, opening his jaw to it's fullest, but just managed. He was a fox after all. Going deeper and deeper, the fox felt the cock pushing farther and farther into the deepest regions of his throat, until he could go no further, no matter how he tried. His muzzle was still more than a paw width from the base of the cock, to his disappointment. Vaguely, the fox recalled where he was, with only a chair-back away from the leopard and his lemur friend, who most certainly were aware of their activities behind them.
He pulled off the cock, took a deep breath, then plunged back on it, until he could no longer take any more, trying desperately not to gag. Back and forth, until the bull was involuntarily thrusting into his throat, the fox trying with all his might not to gag. The fox pulled off, trying to keep the bull's thrusts in control when he felt the bull's muscular right leg wrap around the back of his head, pulling him back in so that the bull's cock was driven back deep into his throat. Shit, what is he doing? It was literally impossible for the fox to keep quiet. Just the sound of the cock entering and exiting the throat made a loud, wet noise, and the fox was no longer able to avoid gagging and sputtering, and instead focused on keeping them as quiet as he can.
This bull is out of his mind! Suddenly the cock pulled out with a pop, and the fox took deep breaths as the bull turned him around so that the bull cock was pressing against his tailhole. He felt his ass hole give way as the cock pushed in. The fox, still catching his breath, gasped quietly. "Wait!" he whispered frantically. He reached over and picked up the lube he brought, frantically lubing up the inside of his ass and the bull's dick with his paw, before the impatient bull pushed his paw away and replaced his cock at the fox's tailhole. The fox's face scrunched up in a look of pain as his ass again stretched around the bull cock.
The fox had taken cocks this big before, but not without at least a little preparation. It was too much. The fox, thrusting his face into the bull's hairy chest, muffled his groans of pain as his ass was pushed to his limit. Shaking, he pulled off the cock. "I can't, it's too big" he whispered desperately to the bull, perhaps a bit too loudly. He lubed up and thrust his paw back into his ass, trying to stretch himself as much as possible. The bull obliged him for a few moments, but once again pulled his paw away and the bull's cock returned into his ass. This time it was a little better, but the fox was once again forced to thrust his muzzle into the bull's chest to stifle a loud gasp.
The bull slowly pushed himself in with short, but impatient thrusts. The fox found himself unable to entirely stifle his moans, despite wrapping his paws around his muzzle. Soft yips and moans escaped his lips and he started to get worried. "I'm making too much noise" he whispered to the bull, a look of distress. The bull, entirely wrapped up in the sensation of the fox's tight tailhole around his cock, was too taken in to care. Instead, he turned the both of them over, the fox now on his back, and moved the fox's headphones up to his ears. The bull mouthed something, but underneath the noise-canceling headphones the fox couldn't hear. Then the bull grabbed the fox's wrists and pulled his paws from his muzzle and pinned them to the ground. The bull loomed over him, his hips pushing the fox's legs up so that the fox's knees were perpendicular to the ground, and slowly thrust in and out of the fox. The fox, feeling completely dominated, felt himself relax around the bull and let the bull take full responsibility of everything. The thrusts were no longer painful and in fact started to feel pleasurable.
An expression that passed the bull's face gave the fox about a second to prepare before the rutting began. Then he found himself getting pounded violently. He wasn't in pain, but he found the sensations overwhelming and once again found himself struggling to keep quiet. Worrying about this, he found himself unable to focus on the sensations, so instead he closed his eyes and imagined himself back in his dorm bed, getting pounded by some previous anonymous hookup from grindr. He felt himself relax. In his dorm room, he didn't need to worry about keeping quiet. In fact, he often felt himself letting out loud, carnal moans, the type that permeated the busy hallways next to his room. Spirited, aroused whimpering, that painted a picture of a submissive fox who was at someone's completely mercy. The kind of noises that turned even some of the straight residents on, as they jealously wondered what it would be like to be able to draw those kinds of noises from their own girlfriends.
Suddenly he felt one of the bull's hands clap against his muzzle, muffling some noise that solicited a look of deep concern from the bull. What noise did I just make? the fox thought wildly. But the thrusting continued unabated, until the sensations in his prostate started to build in intensity.
But before he reached his climax, the fox felt the bull getting close, the cock twitching inside him. The fox inhaled deeply as he prepared for the flood of seed filling his aching ass, but instead felt it pull out and sensed the violent twitching of the bull's cock against his own flaccid cock. Shit he pulled out? He had a second to fully take in the situation before he felt a thick substance strike his upper chest. Another twitch, and he felt it strike his jaw. Looking down, he briefly noted more white than the orange of his fur of his chest, before a spurt of cum hit him right in his eyes, which he immediately closed in pain. He felt another spurt hit him square in face again, gluing together his eyelids which he desperately held shut. A third spurt hit him in the same place yet again, until he felt like he'd been hit in the face with a pie. Gasping in pain from his eyes, the fox's jaw was opened wide. The next spurt hit him both in the nose and the roof of his mouth, followed by a spurt that made it all the way to the back of his throat. Next, he was hit in the neck with such force that it almost winded him. He felt another wet slap against his chest, and a couple more against his abdomen, when finally the bull's cock stopped twitching.
The fox was blinded, with such a volume of cum on his face that it actually felt heavier to him. The fox sat up and leaned against the back of the auditorium, the headphones still over his ears, feeling the cum run down his face over his lips and drip down onto his waist and cock. The burning in his eyes subsided, but he couldn't open them due to the thick cum gluing his eyelids shut, which would burn his eyes if he tried to open them anyway. With both his sight and hearing gone, he had no awareness of the outside world. He could only hope that no one could see him... well, not too many people at least, he corrected himself.
He assumed the bull has left, and he started to stroke himself. His soft cock grew hard again, until he was stroking his shaft, the bull's cum lubricating his paw. His other paw ran up his stomach and chest, collecting semen, which he lapped up hungrily. The musk filled his nostrils, which he realized must have permeated at least the last few rows of the auditorium by now. His stroking increased in intensity, as he considered that for all he knows, everyone could be looking at him and talking about him right now. Without his sight and hearing, anything could be happening. He wasn't even aware of how loud he was being. Perhaps the wet sounds of bull cum being rubbed against his shaft could be echoing across the auditorium.
Finally he came, which was no small amount, but could barely be felt splashing against him over the thick layer of bull cum that was already there.
When his orgasm subsided, reality kicked in. Trembling, the fox wiped away the cum from his eyes with whatever dry patches of fur on his arms he could find. Through watering eyes, he looked around. What he saw made him gasp.
Nearly everyone in the last row were looking at him. The leopard, his lemur friend, the otter, and even the two cats were watching him, with various expressions of awe. Removing his headphones, he could hear quiet snickering, but to his great relief, heard the professor continuing to lecture down below. So there may be a chance that only a few people saw.
Breaking eye contact with his onlookers, he frantically set about cleaning himself of the cum that covered him. The only thing he could think of was to lick it off. He ran his paws through his fur, lapping up the cum that stuck to his paws. He could feel them watching him do this. His fur was completely matted everywhere, and eventually his fur was covered with a slippery mixture of saliva and cum, which he could find no way of removing. He felt panic start to set in. At least it's not illegal to be walking around covered in cum, is it? He was imagining walking down the center aisle once class ended, everyone seeing and smelling the white sticky substance that covered him, when he heard someone in front of him clear their throat. Looking forward, the fox saw the leopard holding out a towel. The fox grabbed it with a look of pure gratitude, and dried himself off as best he could. Then he crept back to his seat, which he collapsed into, too exhausted to bother dressing himself again.
The leopard gave the fox a grin and moved over to sit in the seat next to him. "That was insane!" he said excitedly, "I can't believe you did that!". The fox could only manage a nervous shake of his head. The leopard leaned in, the lemur behind him grinning as well, and said quietly: "Could you suck us off? You got us all horny with your show and there's still fifty minutes left in this damn lecture". The fox could feel his head spinning. "F...Fifty minutes?" he groaned under his breath. Then, grateful to find something to do to pass the time, the fox leaned over and got to work.
THE END