Busted
#2 of Outside the Curriculum
_Author's Notes:
Since my first story got overall good feedback, I now bring you the second installment of the series. Thanks to those of you who gave me comments on the last story. For the sake of reiterating this point, I will say that I love responses to my work, whether you like it, hate it, or stand somewhere in the middle-ground. I beseech you all to leave more comments, pretty please. Thanks everyone!
Legal blah blah's: If you are under 18 (21, in some areas) this material is probably not for you, so shoo. All characters are © myself, JazzFox._
Outside the Curriculum 2: Busted
Rivers of young furs flowed into the halls of the relatively large high school. Most of the teens were buzzing about the weekend, which, as of the last bell, had officially begun.
While most were talking and laughing with other members of their respective social cliques about the day or about plans for the next couple of days to come, a handsome grey wolf made his way through the crowded halls alone and in silence to his locker. He mostly blended in with the crowd as far as appearance goes. Overall, he had what some would consider a preppy look, but with his own uniqueness. He wore a white striped button-down shirt. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbow and the top two buttons were undone, revealing a dark blue printed t-shirt underneath but obscuring the words. His jeans were a dark wash with a worn look and a few small tears, neatly sown back up with a brown thread, nearly matching his brown leather belt. His feet were covered by clean tan and red New Balances. Around his neck was a hemp necklace with a carved bone dangling from it, maybe of some sentimental value, and a similar hemp bracelet clung tightly to his wrist above his watch, which was made of a brushed metal.
The mind of this particular wolf, Luke, was wandering like one might expect a youthful mind to wander. Amidst his day dreaming, he was also trying to figure out what to do with himself until his best friend Nick got out of tutoring. They hadn't made any definite plans, but they hung out every Friday night. Sometimes their moms joked, calling them a couple since they were usually inseparable. Needless to say, Luke was counting on his unofficial plans with Nick.
He reached his locker, finally fighting through the walls of his peers, and grumbling about how overcrowded the public school was. Looking at his watch, he saw that it had taken him nearly 15 minutes to get to this point, which was only a hundred feet at the most from his class, but the halls were already beginning to clear out as students got to their busses and cars to go home. Luke tried to get his locker open, but his lack of concentration forced him to take a few tries at it and he continued to gripe as he finally got in. Lazily, he pulled out the books he would need for his little bit of homework for the weekend, put away the rest of his things, and grabbed his cell phone and his iPod. Like many other students, he left his electronics in his locker during the day to avoid getting them taken away by teachers and other staff who thought it was more important to confiscate such items than it was to teach.
Finishing up, he zipped up his bag and slammed his locker shut, giving the dial on the lock a spin to be sure no one could jimmy the door open. He dropped his cell into his pocket and pulled his backpack onto his shoulders, iPod in hand. A quick scan of the hallways revealed that nearly everyone was gone, the busses having left. This didn't concern Luke, since he drove to school like most other juniors did. Luke bit his lip, still at a bust as to what he should do for the next 30 minutes or so to give Nick time to finish his tutoring. He hit play on the iPod, which resumed playback where it was when he shut it off. The song that came on was a song by one of his favorite funk bands, eliciting a grin from the young wolf. He closed his eyes and zoned out, feeling the music. How long this went on, he wasn't sure, but when the song ended, Luke realized he must have been standing there for some time, since the song was pretty long.
He lowered the volume a little and clipped it to his belt, taking note that he still had over twenty minutes to wait. It was at this point that an idea entered Luke's mind- one he usually didn't contemplate. He shifted uncomfortably, beginning to notice the nagging semi-erection that had been threatening to manifest into a full-fledged hassle for the better half of the day. He felt his cock begin to lightly push against the inside of checkered boxers as it slipped gradually from his sheath, barely held in check by his jeans, but to the point that the denim could no longer keep the small bulge from becoming noticeable. Luke toyed with some taboo thoughts for a few seconds, before moving off in the direction of the nearest men's room.
When he reached the restroom, Luke gave a few quick glances around, making sure that no witnesses were present. The coast was clear; apparently most of the staff makes the mad dash out the door at the final Friday bell with most of the student body. The thought made Luke chuckle, but his expression soon became quite serious again and his heart began to beat slightly faster. He pushed the door open, and walked inside, selecting the farthest stall as the least likely one for him to be disturbed, and since it was the handicapped stall, giving him the most room.
Luke closed the green plastic-looking door and turned the flimsy latch. Luckily, the gap between the door and the stall wall was small so no one would be able to see inside, allowing Luke some relief. He took off his backpack and dropped it to the floor near the stall door. Turning his attention to the toilet, he put down the seat and used some toilet paper to wipe it off, although it was probably clean since this stall was rarely used. As he was finishing, his crotch began to remind him of why he was in there, putting even more pressure on the already tight space in his pants. Undoing his belt, Luke unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them down to his ankles, along with his boxers. This exposed his half-erect member to the slightly chilled bathroom air, making him shiver at the sensation. Luke's heart was now pounding in his chest, and he almost wondered if he might have a heart attack if he went any further.
Taking a seat on the toilet, Luke moved a paw to his erection. He was nearly at full attention by now, excited purely out of anticipation. Using a single finger, he spread the bead of pre which had formed at his tip around the top of his penis, then wrapping his whole paw around the thick rod. The feeling was simply too much, and he began pumping at a quick tempo. A soft moan escaped his maw as he closed his eyes. He liked to picture someone when he pawed off, and his thoughts wandered from one female to another until his mind's eye saw the slim figure of his English teacher Ms. Brown. The young bunny taught his last class, so her image was fresh in his mind. She was slim, but not skinny, and although she was an average height for a woman, she was short compared to Luke, plus this was only her second year teaching, so she wasn't much older than her students.
Luke began to imaging her undressing, and imagined them mating right on her desk in the classroom she was currently tutoring Nick in. A familiar tingle began to radiate from Luke's groin, and he knew he was about to go over the edge. He tried to turn around to avoid making a mess but he barely stood up off the seat before a sensation shot up his body like electricity, and cum started spewing on the stall door. Luke continued to stroke himself as he was rocked by orgasm until he eventually came to his senses, the surge of pleasure dying down.
He felt drained of all strength, but managed to clean himself up, and the mess he made inside the stall. After taking care of that, Luke pulled up his pants, his sheath already reclaiming his member. A quick glance at his watch showed that he was twenty minutes past when he expected Nick to finish tutoring. Damn, he thought to himself, Nick probably already got his mom to pick him up. I guess I'll meet up with him later.
Quickly gathering his things, Luke hustled down the halls towards his car in the student parking lot, pulling out his cell phone and hitting Nick's speed dial. He turned down another hall and passed Ms. Brown's room, and the line rang. A second later he heard Nick's ring tone coming from Ms. Brown's classroom, and he stopped in his tracks. There was no mistaking that tone anywhere, because it was a recorded clip of their school's marching band, and nobody but Nick was enough of a band dork to use it as a ring tone. Huh, that's weird. Nick should have left by now. Figuring that Nick had either stayed late, or accidentally left his phone in their teacher's room, he doubled back to retrieve whichever were still there, his friend or the phone.
Luke closed his phone and dropped it back into his pocket, and reached for the handle but froze, noticing near-silence on the other side of the door, broken only by what sounded like heavy breathing. He figured his ears were playing tricks on him, despite his exceptional hearing senses, and reached for the handle once more. He grabbed and turned the handle, pushing the door open.
To be continued...