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A knock on the door made the old badger jump from his seat. He shook off the nerves before leaving his study.

John walked through his home, a shining example of mid-century America. He briefly glanced at the mirror above his dining table, checking his teeth and clothes for any grime.

Confident in the broad physique of his reflection, his white long sleeved button-up as clean as his olive green slacks, he opened his front door. Before him stood a young man in a plumber's uniform. An Australian Cattle Dog, who looked barely old enough to drink.

John gulped. "G-good afternoon, Mr. Delgado..."

The dog laughed, patting the badgers' shoulder as he walked inside, closing the door behind him. "It's weird hearing you use my last name like that, Jonathan."

"Don't be silly, Cory. You're not in high school anymore..." The badger replied sternly, looking away as a blush forced its way to his cheeks.

Cory noted this. "You're cute when your nervous...how long is the missus gone for?"

"Long enough..." John closed the distance between them, leaning into Cory's muzzle before hesitating.

"Don't be shy now, Mr. Graham..."

The badger felt along the dog's arms, reveling in the youthful muscle he had built.

Cory raised his paws to grab onto the badgers shapely pecs, giving them a squeeze. A moan forced its way out of John's throat.

"If I had known you were queer back in school...mmph, I'd have taken you to the showers ages ago..."

"Enough of that!" The badger broke his gaze with the young man. "You were a young man, a student no less..."

"Oh, but sir, I only just turned nineteen...don't I have that same youthful glow about me? Like I did back then...?"

Cory grinded his hips into the badgers' own, allowing his stiff bulge to grind against John's own growing mound. The badger could barely speak through his nerves.

Despite being a rambunctious little shit, who seemingly couldn't wait to drop out of school, Mr. Graham always had a soft spot for Cory. He seemed to get along with everyone, playing football with the jocks as often as he'd discuss Tolkien and chess with the more studious students. Witty but never rude, confident but never narcissistic. It was clear to Jonathan that Cory would do well outside of an academic field, perhaps a trade of his own choosing.

Of all the students and teachers, however, the cattle dog stuck with Graham the most; often chatting with him about all sorts of things during lunch, or after the last bell of the day had rung. Their banter would even teeter on flirtatiousness, if only in jest. The badger assumed it was nothing more than a teacher and student bond, one that ended once Cory simply stopped showing up to class one day. As was the case for many students who didn't gel with school and academia, Mr. Graham had thought nothing of it, except wishing the best for the young man.

It was four years later, only a week before today, that he saw the same cattle dog, slightly older and wearing his usual plumber outfit, having himself a beer at the local bar.

Mr. Graham was the first to say hi, and in doing so was gifted with a look of sheer confusion, quickly replaced by wide-eyed joy. The two discussed life, and how the cattle dog is now his company's best worker, even making enough to own a nice apartment in the city.

Amidst the laughing and several drinks, the two couldn't point to where the shift in their companionship began. All John could remember was leaving the bar late, the two striding across the dark parking lot.

He remembered walking over to the 59' Aston Martin DB4 that Cory gladly boasted about (he had every right too, it was a lovely vehicle and the teacher was proud of the man's success). They both stumbled inside, with the badger running his fingers along the dark leather as the two continued to banter.

John remembered how his laugh was cut short by the cattle dog's lips pressing against his. How he let Cory's tongue explore his mouth.

He remembered feeling those strong paws unbuckling his belt, as Cory leaned over to the badgers lap. He remembered feeling his erection throb in the open air, before being completely engulfed in the heat of the young man's maw. He let himself moan, louder than he ever had with a woman, as he thrust his hips into that addictive wet warmth. Before long his breathing hitched, and he began to cum in the cattle dog's maw, cradling the younger man's ears as his body shivered with pleasure.

As intoxicated as they were that night, John remembered being handed a business card, displaying a phone number for Cory's services. One in which he only considered calling an hour before, which led Mr. Graham to where he was now.

The badger gulped his saliva down, hesitantly running his fingers up the plumber's shirt. His cock twitched as he felt along his abs. "You were always quite handsome..."

"And you were always fucking hot..." The dog licked his lips, unbuttoning John's shirt to reveal his beefy stomach and chest.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since that night..." The badger whispered, unbuckling his belt while the cattle dog began to shift his pants down to his ankles, stepping out of them as the two let their tongues dance on each other's mouths.

As Cory took off his shirt, Jonathan moved from the boy's tongue, feeling the dog shiver as he licked circles along his neck. Further down he went, kissing a trail along Cory's abs before finally getting to his knees. Cory's cock throbbed in the open air, a bead of pre getting larger with each pulse.

In that moment, the teacher's lust drove out the nerves and anxiousness. The sight and smell before him allowed a wave of confidence to overtake him.

"Seems I need to repay you for last time..." The badger growled in a low voice, before lapping up the pre from the eager dick. Enjoying the salty flavor, he allowed the shaft into his mouth, going all the way down to Cory's pubic fur.

"Fuck...that's it, Mr. Graham" the plumber grabbed onto the badgers' head, lightly thrusting into the older man's eager mouth.

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"F-Fuck! Mr. Graham!"

Discarded clothes led a trail to the badgers' guestroom, and inside the cattle dog found himself straddled beneath the badger in a classic 69 position.

While he endulged on the meaty dick inside his own mouth, Cory could barely focus as he received one of the best blowjobs he's ever had.

The badger bounced his head on the cattle dog's lap, letting his tongue thrash all around the rock hard shaft. Moaning filled the room, and Cory loved the feeling of drool running down his balls, dripping all the way down to his taint and pucker.

Knowing he had the young plumber on edge, John let his finger circle around the pucker before pressing inside.

All it took was a few presses against his prostate, and his mouth began to flood with sweet, tangy cum. The badger felt his dick vibrate in the young man's mouth, as he moaned loudly and desperately from the pleasure.

He gulped and licked the shaft until it deflated in his mouth, and the only flavor left was skin and fur.

"Oh my, don't tell me you're already tuckered out?" The badger called out, ever so sarcastically.

"Mr. Graham...you are...f-fuck, I'd never..."

He could barely speak as he gasped for air, his breaths delightfully washing over the badgers' taint and rear.

"Surely you'll have one more in store?" John asked, playfully licking the soft member. Cory simply scoffed at the idea, wordlessly saying he was spent.

"Oh come now, it's like you said Mr. Delgado. You've that youthful glow about you. I'm sure you'll bounce back..."

The badger stood up slightly, adjusting himself so that his round cheeks were right in front of the dog's face. "Maybe some encouragement will do..."

Mr. Graham felt a tongue press deep into his ring, making his fur stand on end. He gently grinded that deliciously thick rear against the young man's eager muzzle, his cock throbbing against the dog's chest.

"Mmph, that's it. Just like that..." The badger gently spoke, watching intently as the boy's shaft began to fill up once again.

"I think I'd like to have you inside me, one of these days...Would you like that, Mr. Delgado? Pounding this fine ass of mine into the mattress?"

Cory wrapped his arms around the badgers hips, squeezing himself deeper into said fine ass. Soon, his cock was as hard as ever, and the badger thrust his rear against his tongue.

"I'd bet I could get more than a few loads out of you, my boy...but I know something you'd like even more..." The badger lifted himself off, leaving the boy panting as he walked over to his dresser and pulled out a small bottle of oil.

He straddled the young man once again, facing him this time, as his slick fingers repeatedly thrust into Cory's tight rear.

The two were lost in each other's eyes, enjoying their tired but pleasured looks. As the badger stroked the oil along his shaft, he began kissing Cory once again.

Feeling the young man's shaft poking against his stomach, the badger was elated as he aligned himself with the dog's pucker, slowly spearing him. Cory moaned into his mouth.

The young man was in a euphoric state, wrapped so lovingly in the embrace of the man above him. Each thrust filled him so nicely, hitting his prostate each time. His cock was pressed between his abs and the badgers' gut, only just big enough to trap his aching shaft. The friction was too lovely, and Cory's face scrunched in pleasure.

The next few minutes were filled with tender lovemaking, the cattle dog grabbing each of the badgers' cheeks so he could feel the backside to thrust into him.

"Faster, sir...please..."

"If I do...I won't last too long..."

"I don't care...I want to see you cum, sir..."

Abiding the young man's wishes, the badger adjusted himself before humping vigorously into him, their breaths washing over each other's faces. Cory's moans were loud, desperate, and intoxicating to the badgers' ears. The bedframe began hitting the wall with each thrust, and those paws on his ass squeezed down so eagerly. All this, combined with his shaft pistoning inside the tight rear, Mr. Graham felt himself reaching the point of no return.

"I'm almost there, Cory...oh fuck...I...I-I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna..."

The dog's mouth pressed into his own, and the badger let himself go, nearly shouting into the young man's maw as his cock began to spasm and gush inside him. He felt the dog's own cock throb beneath his stomach, coating his torso with copious amounts of spunk.

After a while the two laid there, exhausted and panting. They were lost in each other's eyes, losing track of time before the dog's ears shot up.

"Oh crap, your wife!"

"My who?"

"The missus, when is she getting home?!" The dog looked around, expecting her to walk in at any minute, meanwhile the badger began laughing. "What's so funny?"

"Sorry, it's just...I lied. I don't have a wife..."

The dog blinked once, then twice.

"So that's why no one's ever seen her...shit, it makes total sense now" Cory began to chuckle. "And you'd always say she taught night school, hah...In that case, you ought to be careful no one else figures that out."

"Yes, true...perhaps I should divorce her..."

The two made eye contact once again before sharing a brief laugh, one that ended with the badger placing a gentle peck on the dog's lips. To which the young man wrapped an arm around his old teacher's broad shoulder, pulling him in so they could make out in earnest.