Driver's Ed
Ed wasn't paying attention.
More specifically, he wasn't paying attention to the driving instructor. What he was paying attention to was firm, muscular, tiger-striped, hopefully sweaty, and unfortunately concealed by a tight red t-shirt. Not that he didn't know perfectly well what it looked like. He'd even copped a quick feel in the locker room last PE, and managed to pass it off as having tripped, and had merely tried to steady himself on the nearest solid object.
"Ferguson! Ya' payin' attention or just staring out the window?!" The driving instructor, Mr. Karlson was bellowing. Ed blinked. Crap. That was him, yet again.
"Uh, sure, Mr. Karlson!" Ed replied, sitting upright in the backseat. He was currently taking his last observation for Drivers Education class, and his favorite Adonis of a tiger happened to be the one currently driving the student vehicle.
"Then maybe you can explain to us what Mr. Trunpavitch just did wrong?" bellowed the beaver in the passenger side.
That was a good question. But then Ed was usually good at getting out of those, if he stopped to think about them. He usually didn't. "He... didn't brake," Ed heard himself guess.
Mr. Karlson turned and glared at him. Guess again, then. "He... did brake, I meant!"
"We are at a RAILROAD crossing, waiting for the TRAIN to pass by!"
"Oh."
Mr. Karlson kept glaring.
"So... the first one was right, then?"
"No, you imbecile! He turned the engine off without taking the car out of drive first! THAT'S what he did wrong! Now pay attention!"
"Mr. Karlson?" ventured Wade nervously from the driver's seat.
"What?" snapped the beaver.
"Um, the train's been gone a while now, and the people behind me are honking and screaming at me. Can I go again now?"
The beaver rolled his eyes, pushed his glasses back up his nose, and nodded.
Ed paid attention for about fifteen more feet, then starting ogling Wade again. The tiger was really a nice bit of eye candy, especially when you sat him next to Mr. Karlson; an overweight, middle-aged, greasy-haired beaver who probably couldn't get laid to save his life. Ed had been stuck in a car with him for almost 12 hours total now, but right after today's observation, (with quite an observable subject indeed), he'd only need to suffer through the final test before he'd get his license and never have to see Mr. Karlson ever again. He was slightly disappointed now, however. Even though Wade was a year older than him, for some reason he had just barely begun taking his driving lessons, and Ed would have killed to have an excuse to stare at the tiger for two hours a day.
"Okay, turn here," Mr. Karlson was saying, "I need to make a stop before we head back to the school." Ed had to stifle a groan as Wade turned onto the narrow downtown street. Anyone who took a drive with Mr. Karlson knew exactly what he went into that shady little shop for. He always came out with the same little brown paper bag, too. Ed shuddered to think what Mr. Karlson did with that little brown bag after he got the students out of the car. To try and dispel such horrid mental images, he went back to ogling his favorite Russian feline.
"Hey, Ed, you got your final test after this, right?" Mr. Karlson interjected, ruining Ed's fantasy sequence yet again. Sighing slightly, Ed nodded at him. The beaver smirked ever-so-slightly and nodded back, making a mark on his little clipboard. "Oh, stop here!" He exclaimed as Wade pulled up to the shop that Ed knew all too well by now. Mr. Karlson opened the door and shuffled into the store, passing under the red neon sign that had too many burnt-out letters to make out what it said anymore. Wade stretched his arms out and lay back against his seat, leaving Ed to try and stifle his sudden drool. He nearly yelped when Wade turned and looked back at him.
"So, you almost got your license? Heh, I wish I would have started my lessons last year."
Ed tried to collect himself as he nodded back at the tiger, trying to decide if he wanted to end or continue the conversation. "Uh, yeah, guess spending 12 hours with that fat load is finally paying off!" He chuckled slightly, and felt his heart jump when Wade laughed loudly at the joke.
"Heh, you got that right. I just wish he'd quit or something so I could get a new instructor- oh crap, there he is." Wade warned, turning back to the steering wheel and getting the car ready to take off again. Ed spared a glance out the window, but did a double take when he saw that Mr. Karlson's bag was almost twice the size his normal purchase was.
"Shit," whispered Ed to Wade, "did he get a poster or something?"
Wade said nothing, but edged uneasily half an inch away from the beaver as he got back in. Maybe Mr. Karlson sensed the unease in the car atmosphere, or maybe his mind was on other things, because he offered no remark all the way back to school.
Once they got there, he had plenty to say. Mostly about whoever had parked the bright pink SUV in front of the garage door. The vehicle's owner was nowhere to be seen, yet somehow Mr. Karlson managed to deduce that they were a communist, a vivisectionist, significantly unattractive, and a person of subnormal intelligence. He added certain personal remarks, intended to emphasize his previous judgement. Finally he heaved himself out of the car, told Ed and Wade to "stay there, and try not to do anything stupid, until I get back" and waddled off, presumably in search of something specifically designed to destroy pink SUVs.
Ed followed Mr. Karlson's instructions for about five seconds, and then he decided to do something stupid. "Hey," he leaned forward, "wanna see what he bought?"
Wade's eyes widened as he turned to look at Ed.
"Are you nuts? He'd kill us!"
"Like he'll find out..." Ed replied, leaning forward to grab the brown paper bag, pulling it back onto his lap. "Whoa, this thing's kinda heavy..."
"Dude, put it back!" Wade hissed, looking left and right as though Mr. Karlson would sense a disturbance and come rushing back with a shotgun. His tail waved back and forth behind him, bristling slightly in fear.
"You worry too much," Ed said nonchalantly, closing his eyes and plunging his hand into the bag, reaching around and grabbing onto the first thing that felt interesting. "A-ha!" Grinning in triumph, Ed pulled the object out of the bag, only to gasp and stare at his hand in horror, as did Wade.
Sitting in his hand was what only could have been a rather large dildo, transparent blue with a ringed handle on the end. Both Ed and Wade stared at it for a bit, utterly speechless, when the pink SUV suddenly beeped.
"Put it back, put it back!" Wade stammered, grabbing at the bag and shoving it back into the front seat. Ed could see Mr. Karlson's greasy hair barely outlined through the tinted windows of the SUV as he came around it, and panicked. His hands, receiving no instructions from his brain, decided to just get rid of the offending object, and tossed the dildo to Wade. He also panicked, and shoved the dildo into his pocket just as the beaver came into view, yelling obscenities at whoever was behind him.
Ed sat down hurriedly, and tried to look bored, then realized that he should probably look interested in what was going on, so he did that instead. From the way Wade was white-knuckling the steering wheel, Ed guessed that he wasn't as good an actor.
"...and I'll make sure your daughter gets expelled for this!" Mr. Karlson finished shouting and plopped back into the car. "Damn bimbo," he remarked to nobody in particular, "Now pull into the garage, Trunpavitch." The beaver did a double take. "Is something wrong? You're sweating."
Wade looked like he'd been shot.
"Uh, it was really hot while you were gone," offered Ed, "and we didn't know if we were allowed to run the air conditioner."
"Oh. No, don't, that could drain the battery," said Mr. Karlson, as Wade gingerly brought the car to a stop. "Alright, Trunpaski, you can go. Ferguson, it's your turn."
Wade and Ed looked at each other for a moment. It was as if they were communicating without words, without motion, as if one mind was reaching out to touch the other, gently, naturally, as if that was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Dude, that thing's still in my pocket! I'm dead!" Wade said.
"Just forget about it! Hide it somewhere later" answered Ed.
"What are you waiting for?" asked Mr. Karlson, "the rapture?"
With another wordless exchange, they both exited the car and closed their doors in an almost creepy unison, passing each other with fleeting, nervous looks as Ed reopened the driver's side door and slid into the seat. At that moment, there was nothing he was more grateful for than that Wade had slipped the dildo into the pocket away from Mr. Karlson. Otherwise, it would give a whole new meaning to the phrase 'Is there something in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?'
Mr. Karlson reached for his bag, making Ed's heart leap up into his throat, but he merely tossed it into the backseat, not even bothering to check its contents.
"Alright, Mr. Ferguson, you know the drill. Pull out onto the street and we can get this over with."
Ed gulped and tried to stop his hand from shaking as he started the car. He changed into reverse and looked over his shoulder, his eyes passing over the paper bag and out the back window, where he saw Wade leaning against a tree and waiting to be picked up. He inwardly begged for Wade to look over as he backed up, just for a little reassurance, but the tiger didn't even seem to notice him as he changed back into drive and sped off.
"Going a bit fast today, Ferguson..." Mr. Karlson commented, making another mark on his clipboard. "You don't have to be nervous, you know," he continued, "I already know how well you can drive. We just have to go through the motions. If I had it my way, I'd just mark you off already so I could go home." He was obviously trying to calm Ed down, but his obliviousness to what was making Ed nervous just made him all the more tense. It also didn't help when Ed thought about why Mr. Karlson was so eager to get home.
It probably would have gone that way too, if Ed hadn't gone over the curb and into the ditch.
In his defense, he'd been thinking about Wade and the toy he'd walked off with.
"You weren't paying attention." remarked Mr. Karlson dryly, which was true enough.
Ed didn't answer.
The beaver sighed heavily. Ed could almost see the gears turning in his head. Making him continue the test would mean it'd take longer to get back home. Failing him would mean lots of paperwork. But he couldn't pass him after that. Not without-
It was like a light going on over the husky's head. Incentive. "Mr. Karlson, I," he began, hesitantly, "I really, really want to pass this test."
"Uh, well you kinda didn't," answered the teacher, "you should have thought of that sooner."
"But isn't there anything I can do to, well, make up?" He looked beseechingly at the beaver, "I'll do anything! Really."
Mr. Karlson turned his head so fast it was as if Ed had yanked a string. "What?" he said, half-suspicious half interested.
Ed's only answer was to wag his tail. Mr. Karlson's expression started to take on a more suspicious look, and he turned his head back and forth, as though looking for police cars. Finally, when he was satisfied, he turned to Ed, a slight smirk on his face.
"Alright, kid, you wanna pass? Then follow my directions exactly..."
It had been almost an hour, now. After they had gotten the car out of the ditch, Mr. Karlson had told Ed to just keep driving and turn where he was told. They were now driving in a heavily wooded area, and the sun was beginning to set. Ed thought to ask how much longer it would take, but Mr. Karlson had explicitly told him that if he talked before they stopped, he'd fail him anyway.
"Left here," Mr. Karlson commanded, prompting Ed to turn onto a nondescript road, around the back of some plain suburban houses. To the right was a drainage ditch, and a thick screen of trees, to the left weeds and a high board fence. Nice and Private. After driving for another ten minutes or so, they came to a dead end.
"Stop right here, Ferguson," Mr. Karlson said as he placed his bag on the floor of the car. Smirking at Ed, he pressed the button to lock all the car doors, opened the window a crack, and then pulled the lever on the side of his seat to slide it as far back as it would go.
"Okay, kid...so how bad do you wanna pass again?"
"Seriously, sir, I'll do anything you say!" answered Ed. It was tricky sounding like he didn't know what Mr. Karlson was thinking, but he just managed it.
The beaver grinned. "Then the first thing you gotta do is not tell anyone what's about to happen, ok?" Mr. Karlson realized that sounded odd, and hurriedly spoke up again, "It wouldn't look good, my, er, changing a grade."
"Oh, I see. No sir, I won't tell a soul."
"Good." Mr. Karlson took a deep breath, then reached over and put a hand on Ed's shoulder. "Then start taking your clothes off, Ferguson."
Internally relieved, Ed obediently started unbuttoning his shirt. Halfway through, it occurred to him that that might look suspicious, maybe he should have resisted or argued, but judging by the teacher's glazed stare at his fur, there was no more need of subtlety. Ed allowed himself a grin, shrugged his shirt off, and started undoing his belt.
"Nnnnghhhh..." remarked Mr. Karlson as Ed slid his pants off and away and his rod flopped out, still half-hard from earlier thoughts about Wade. The Beaver was fumbling with his own belt and fly now. Ed considered offering to help, but decided it would be more fun to let his teacher work for it.
As usual, that was a bad idea. As soon as Mr. Karlson got himself unzipped, he reached for the paper bag and started fumbling inside, muttering "That's strange, coulda' sworn, where'd it go?"
As usual, Ed got himself out of a dangerous situation by blatant sexual advances. He reached over into the beaver's fly and grabbed his cock.
That got his full attention.
"Ooooh...damn, kid, you sure come on fast..." Mr. Karlson moaned, placing his own hand on Ed's wrist and stroking up and down his arm. He gave a fleeting look back at his bag, then shook his head and smirked at Ed. "I bet you'd like the real thing more, huh kid?" The beaver's hand moved up Ed's arm and to his neck, scratching at the base in a way that made Ed practically melt into a puddle in his seat.
"Mrrr..." Ed's eyes closed slowly, his own hand starting to work up and down his teacher's member in time with the hand on the back of his neck.
"Yeah, I bet you're a right little slut, aint'cha boy...?" Mr. Ferguson half stated, half asked. His free hand worked his pants off, leaving only his somewhat sweat-stained boxers, Ed's hand still stroking him through the fly.
"Yes sir..." Ed replied, leaning back against the beaver's scratching hand, his tongue starting to loll out of the side of his mouth.
"And you just can't wait to feel my cock, can you?" Mr. Karlson's hand cupped over Ed's, pressing it harder against his throbbing bulge.
"Ohhhh, yes, sir," Ed moaned, then he grinned and gave a playful squeeze. Mr. Karlson jumped. The husky took the opportunity to start working his other hand down the front of Mr. Carlson's boxers and into his thick pubic fur.
The beaver bit his lip and his whole body quivered. Half of him wanted to shove the student out the door and onto the asphalt and then take him hard and fast. But the other half didn't want the paws squeezing and rubbing and inching toward his cock to let go for anything at all. He had to do something, but he couldn't move. So he gasped, screwed his eyes shut, then opened them again and let his gaze drip over ever inch of the naked young dog pleasuring him. He found his fingers brushing Ed's nipples hungrily, and the last rational piece of his mind wondered why it couldn't remember when he'd started that before submerging beneath a torrent of animal lust.
Ed knew only that he'd managed to reach his teacher's sheath with his left hand when the beaver let out some kind of muffled yowl, made as if to tackle him, pushed him onto his back across the seat and tried to yank down his own sweaty boxers and climb astride him at the same time. Pity he forgot the seatbelt.
After watching the beaver fumble with the belt for a while, Ed discreetly reached over and unlatched it.
Mr. Karlson immediately collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily with his face buried in his tummy fur. For a moment, Ed worried that his teacher was having a heart attack or something, but then he felt something hard prodding a familiar place under his tail.
Ed grinned again. Now for the good part.
"And now for the good part," Mr. Barnel had been telling him the previous week. At the time, they had both been in Mr. Barnel's bedroom, nothing grand, but adequate. They were both as naked as the day was long, with Ed sitting in the lion's ample lap with his teacher's manhood rubbing up the crack of his ass.
"Our lesson today involves control," he had explained, "something that a hot little husky like you should have no problem with. After all, it's all in the head. You just get to pick which one." He'd then given Ed's member a bit of a squeeze...
...and Ed let out a yelp of confusion as he felt the same thing, until he realized that Mr. Karlson was merely groping about his abs as he prodded the young canine's hole.
"Nnng, oh yeah, you're gonna take it real good, my little bitch..." he growled with a startling ferocity, finally aligning the tip of his cock with Ed's waiting pucker. Ed smiled inwardly, looking up at the beaver and putting on a look of worry.
"B-but I don't know if I can fit all that, sir..." Size was always important to dominant males, of course.
Mr. Karlson merely growled again in response, slowly applying pressure to Ed's rump, as though to agonizingly push his 'point' home. His cock head was just on the verge of popping into Ed's tail hole.
"Well, you're gonna fit it all, and you're gonna like it!" And with that, the tubby beaver thrust his hips forward, jamming his somewhat fat rod into Ed's experienced hole almost up to the hilt, grunting and gasping as he stuffed the last bit in.
Ed leaned back his head, as if overcome by the sensation, and smirked. Mr. Karlson was nowhere near as big as other things he'd had down there. This ought to be easy. The husky let his mouth hang open, and started moaning.
One thing he had to give Mr. Karlson was that even if he didn't have the resources others did, he certainly applied them vigorously. At first Ed was internally sniggering that the beaver wasn't starting slow. After a couple minutes, he realized that that had been slow. Mr. Karlson's rod was pistoning in and out of his ass like, well, a piston. A very well oiled one. Even is he didn't quite reach his prostate, Ed was starting to get turned on.
"The thing you need to be careful about, when you're using sex to get something," Mr. Barnel explained, stroking Ed's chest, "is not to get carried away. Let your partner start everything, let him come to you, and make sure he comes first."
"How do I do that?" Ed asked, hoping for a demonstration.
Mr. Barnel grinned. "Use your imagination. The rumors about you can't all be false, I know you've made the rounds of the locker rooms more than once, let us say." He squeezed the Husky's rump affectionately. "Use your experience. You ought to know by know what sort of thing makes a guy cum."
"All right, then," muttered Ed under his breath, "Let's see what I've learned."
He rocked his hips downward, pressing against Mr. Karlson's probing member. There was no way he could move fast enough to match the rhythm, but he didn't have to. The beaver gasped as he felt the opposing pressure, and immediately started thrusting harder since he couldn't very well go faster. Ed caught mumbled whispers through the beaver's heavy breathing, things like "eager little slut" and "oh so hot so tight gonna fuck you pup" and "ung yes yes yes!" That sounded like he was close enough, so Ed decided to end it. He whimpered needily, just in case Mr. Karlson was still together enough to hear him, and then slammed his ass against the beaver's crotch so far that his pubic hair was scratching between his cheeks. Then for good measure, he clenched as hard as he could.
Mr. Karlson didn't last long after that. Within moments, he had his instructor practically screaming in pleasure as he slammed his hips against Ed's asscheeks, blowing his load into the husky's anus and spraying it over his rectum. Ed grinned and hissed in pleasure, not enough to make him cum, but still plenty pleasurable. After a rather short climax, the beaver sagged against Ed, panting heavily and dripping with sweat. Ed smiled innocently up at him.
"That was...amazing, Mr. Karlson..." He put on a sheepish look for the beaver. After all, Ed hadn't cum yet.
"Nnng...you think you're done already, huh, bitch?" Mr. Karlson growled. That was what Ed had been waiting for. Letting the beaver jack him off to give him another little power trip, and he'd be able to head home. A good thing too, he needed some sleep.
Of course, he just got all the more confused when Mr. Karlson's hands slipped around his sides, and suddenly spun him over, the beaver cock still lodged in his rear, until he landed on his stomach, Mr. Karlson giving his rump a rather rough spank.
"Yipe!" Ed cried out. This was not how things were supposed to be going!
Mr. Karlson leaned in, his sweaty gut pressing hard against Ed's back, and he whispered into the boy's ear.
"This is a driving lesson, ain't it...?" Mr. Karlson wheezed, his cock quickly returning to full hardness in Ed's rear. Ed nodded reluctantly, more than a bit nervous now.
"Well, then...I'm gonna drive my cock into your ass all night long, boy."
If Ed could do anything more than be silently stunned at the moment, he would have said something like 'eep' as Mr. Karlson plowed into his ass. Again.
Ed felt himself getting hard again, maybe from his cock being rubbed against the car seat, or maybe from the fact that Mr. Karlson was apparently insatiable. The beaver was fucking him just as hard and as fast as he had last time, the only difference was the warm sperm sloshing inside the Husky's gut and squidging out around the beaver's plump cock.
"Thought you'd beaten me, huh? Little runt, thought you could wear me out?" growled Mr. Karlson somewhere above and behind him. "Ohhh, I'm gonna show you. I'll wear you out! I'll fuck you so hard and so long that you beg me to stop! And then I'll keep fucking you till you beg me never to stop! Oh... oh shit...!" And Ed felt Mr. Karlson cumming inside him again.
Something told him that he was in a less than ideal situation.
"Well, Mr. Ferguson," Mr. Barnel had said when Ed approached him after class, "I suppose there's no reason why I can't give you a few more extra lessons, if you really want them."
Ed had just wanted to fool around with the muscular lion. So he was amazed when, after they'd taken off their clothes in Mr. Barnel's apartment and snuggled a bit, his teacher had actually started a lecture.
"Sooner or later, you're going to have to face the fact that other people want to use you. What you have to learn to do is use their want for yourself." Mr. Barnel grinned at him. "No, I didn't just bring you up here to screw you. Yes, I'm about to explain to you how to fuck people to get what you want from them. And yes, I promise there'll be a-" the lion licked his lips, "demonstration."
'Shit,' thought Ed, 'that's what I need now. What did he say next? I wish I was better at paying attention.'
"The weakness of the male, which I assume is the gender you'll be having the majority of your sexual contact with, Edward," Mr. Barnel said, rubbing one hand gently over the Husky's chest and cupping his fuzzy butt with the other, "is arrogance. Most men simply cannot imagine that anyone could be more virulent or potent than themselves."
"So if you want to control them-"
"-I'm going to have to outfuck him," Ed muttered to himself.
Mr. Karlson was already working on his third wad, and was too engrossed to hear him.
Gritting his teeth, Ed opened his legs wider, giving far more room for the voluminous beaver's cock to penetrate him, and put all his effort into relaxing his rectum. Suddenly, rather than stuffing a sausage into a soda straw, Mr. Karlson might as well have been throwing a hot dog down a hallway. The beaver's fucking slowed considerably as he looked down at the husky in confusion.
"What the hell...?" He muttered, before dismissing it and reaching around Ed's chest, grabbing his nipples and using them for handles as he fucked the boy beneath him. Ed winced, his body threatening to tense, but he willed himself to stay limp, becoming no better than a blowup doll in the beaver's arms. Mr. Karlson, of course, was not happy with this, as he hissed into Ed's ear, fucking all the faster.
"What the fuck you think you're doin', bitch...?" He growled. Ed smirked slightly and turned to lick his instructor's cheek.
"Call it a learning curve..." Ed responded, matching Mr. Karlson's thrusts not in opposition, but in synch, pulling away as he pushed in.
"Heh," the beaver snorted, "If you think you can stop me using your ass every way I want by going limp, you just made a big mistake!" There wasn't much more talk for a while, but slowly Mr. Karlson's thrusts started speeding up again.
Ed kept spreading his ass as loosely as he could, but there was only so far he could pull away. Mr. Karlson was fast enough that when the husky shifted forward, the momentum of the beaver's thrusts shoved him forward too. Now Ed's forehead was pressed to the door, and Mr. Karlson was right on top of him again. Unfortunately, Ed had loosened himself so much, and let Mr. Karlson deeper inside him, that the beaver's cock was just brushing his prostate with each thrust. It was becoming more and more difficult to keep from clenching on the rod that kept sending electric jolts of pleasure through his hips, but Ed gritted his teeth, wedged his legs apart, and hoped Mr. Karlson was getting close again. Surely the fat letch didn't have more than three in him, at least without a rest.
Luckily, the driving instructor began to hump like mad almost immediately, and then blasted his seed into the student's gut once again. Ed breathed a sigh of relief, one that smelled of sweat, semen, and upholstery. Unluckily, the beaver didn't pull out. Instead he put his arms around Ed, and pulled him up against his chubby belly. The beaver's sweaty hands found the husky's nipples, and began rubbing then sensually.
"You haven't even cum yet, have you? What's the matter, pup, not enough for you? Want more? Oh, I'll give you more. I'll fuck you so much, you'll have cum leaking out your ears." It may have been wishful thinking, but Ed thought he caught a quaver of desperation in Mr. Karlson's voice. But no time to gloat, because one of his paws was fumbling its way down Ed's stomach and fondling his cock. "And I'll make damn sure you're enjoying the ride..." Mr. Karlson growled.
Oh dear.
Mr. Karlson shifted so that Ed, still with the cock up his tail, was seated firmly on his lap. Then he started to thrust with more control, more determination, and much more penetration, upward. Ed couldn't pull away, because he had nothing to push against. He couldn't let himself go slack, because Mr. Karlson's thighs were clamped over his. Gravity itself was conspiring against him; now each thrust pummeled his prostate and he couldn't help clenching and rubbing his back on Mr. Karlson's chest and panting in excitement. Because the beaver's hands were jerking his cock in time to the thrusts, and rolling his balls, and massaging his inner thighs, and probing his sheath, and teasing behind his scrotum.
And he couldn't help loving it.
"Nnnnng..." Mr. Karlson groaned as his precum-slick hands tortured the little dog on his lap, "Yeah, you gonna be a real good bitch for me now, aren't ya...?" The beaver's balls were already swelling with their next load, slapping against Ed's ass each time his cock hilted in Ed's rectum. "Yeah, you love it, don't cha...? You looove being my little fuck toy...oh god..." Ed couldn't even bring himself to respond, let alone lie. Despite his best efforts, everything the beaver said was true, he was warm clay in Mr. Karlson's hands, and his cock was begging for release.
"Unngh, I guess Barnel was wrong..." Mr. Karlson was muttering, causing Ed to make a noise of half-confusion, half pained pleasure. Mr. Karlson only chuckled, squeezing Ed's member tightly.
"You need more lessons, kid..." the beaver whispered into Ed's ear, licking the sensitive inner lining.
And Ed didn't get a chance to ask what that meant, because that was when Mr. Karlson slammed his throbbing shaft deep into Ed's ass, and Ed could feel it crushing his prostate, and the seed surging over it, and the next thing he knew, he was cumming too, shooting a long-delayed load onto his chest and mixing his ecstatic cries with the beaver's.
The next thing he knew he was lying in Mr. Karlson's arms, soaking in sweat and semen, blinking drowsily at the beaver's caresses.
"Oooohhhh...." Mr. Karlson sighed, and finally pulled himself back and out of Ed's tail hole. The four loads of cum, now well mixed, sloshed inside Ed's gut, and he felt his entrance contract involuntarily to keep from messing all over the seat. "Guess... guess I won." the instructor leered at Ed. "Guess I managed to outlast you, little slutty pup. Couldn't keep up, could you? In the end, you just loved being my bitch too much." The beaver ran his cummy fingers over Ed's cheek and through his hair, then collapsed back into the reclined seat. "Guess you just couldn't last as long as me. Couldn't take being my fucktoy."
Yeah, thought Ed sleepily and with a wry grin, that sounded right."
"Guess that's what you are, huh pup? Just a damn good fucktoy."
Yup. The fucktoy wagged its tail playfully.
"Don't worry. There's plenty more where that came from. You can look forward to being my bitch all you want." Mr. Karlson closed his eyes, and stretched.
Ed leaned down to nuzzle against the beaver's cum-spattered fur, and
"But what you have to maintain... ungh... above all else.... ohh, harder!... in any... situation... oh yes... is control..." said Mr. Barnel, grinding his muscular butt back onto Ed's cock.
The one percent of Ed's mind that wasn't engaged in shagging the big lion scoffed at the idea of being in control while bottoming for some guy.
"Because if you don't, you're just a sexual toy... no more than a dildo... ohhhhh yes, yes...!"
Ed blinked.
He just realized he hadn't been paying attention.
Ed was pretty good, though, at getting out of tight situations, when he had his wits about him. And he did.
"But I'm not done," he announced to the car.
"Hnnm- Wha- whazzat?" said Mr. Karlson, starting awake.
"I said," said Ed, "I'm not done." He turned around, straddled Mr. Karlson's waist, and grinned lustfully up at him, displaying his teeth and rubbing his tail base lewdly against the beaver's floppy penis. "I want more," he said.
Mr. Karlson looked positively terrified.
Ed wasn't sure how long it had been. He had started counting the time by number of orgasms. Last he checked, Mr. Karlson was up to eight. Ed bet himself that if he wrung out his fur, he'd get no less than a gallon of sweat out of it. He'd probably get five times that much cum out of his ass at the moment.
Ed couldn't tell if Mr. Karlson was merely in the bliss of another afterglow, or if the fat beaver had finally passed out from exhaustion. Either way, Ed grinned happily. Even if he knew he'd be getting an earful from his dad for being out so late, it was worth it. He'd even got Mr. Karlson to literally beg him to stop the last time. Leaning back, the beaver's semi-hard cock still lodged up his tail, Ed gave Mr. Karlson's balls a squeeze. The beaver yelped a bit, sitting up on his elbows and still looking bleary-eyed.
"Wakey, wakey!" Ed said cheerfully as he started rocking his ass back and forth on Mr. Karlson's half-erection, making his teacher whimper pitifully.
"Oh god no, please, I can't take anymore. No more."
"Aw, but Mr. Karlson!" whined Ed mockingly, "What happened to 'I'll fuck you so long that you beg me to stop! And I'll keep fucking till you beg me never to stop?' I was looking forward to that!"
"I- I can't-" gasped the beaver.
Ed sighed. "Guess I'll have to, then," he said, and shifted back and then forward to prod the beaver's ass with his cock.
"Gyahh! No no! No more! No more sex!"
"But sir! I just want to show you how eager I am to pass this test-"
"You pass! You pass! God, I'll do anything! Just don't fuck me! I'd die!"
Internally, Ed let out a whoop of victory and of no small amount of relief. Externally, however, he frowned. "I dunno, I'm still pretty horny, and I'm sure you've got much more stamina than me. I wouldn't want you to go easy on me, or anything..."
Mr. Karlson looked at him in awe. "I swear, I'm not. Shit, kid, I've only ever been with one other guy with stamina like yours, and he wasn't bottoming..."
"Well," Ed half-feigned reluctance, "I guess it is pretty late. Should I drive back to school?"
"No, I'll drive." Mr. Karlson struggled to sit up, and then collapsed back into his seat. "Fine, you drive. But not to school. Take me to my apartment. You can bring the car back in the morning."
Ed smirked from behind the wheel. "Where, sir, do you get off ordering me around like that? I'm not your sex slave."
Mr. Karlson pushed his hair out of his face, put his glasses back on, and grunted, "Maybe not, but I'm still your teacher."
From his bedroom window, Wade Trunpaski watched the car pull away from the drainage ditch behind his house. His jaw was hanging open. So was his fly. His hands were coated with several layers of fresh tiger spunk, and his tail smarted from when he'd tried out the dildo.
He stared into the night, at the spot where Ed had spent the entire evening getting fucked by their teacher.
"Wow," he said, after a long silence.
Mr. Karlson staggered into his apartment, and flopped down onto the couch.
He sat there, in a daze, for about half an hour. Then the phone rang.
Grimacing, he answered it. "Hello? No. Sorry, not tonight. I'm worn out. Yeah, Barnel, you heard me right. Worn. Out. I don't think I could cum again if my life depended on it. It was amazing. Sure, c'mon over. But bring a six pack, I need a drink like hell, and no funny business. I gotta recover first. See you in a bit."
He hung up, laid his head back, and smiled softly. "Man, I don't think I coulda' taken it, but... damn, I wish I'd had the balls to let him fuck me."
Oh well. Next time.
A week later, Ed got his driver's license in the mail.
The End.