Teacher's Pet
Class had just been dismissed in Furtown High, and students streamed from Mr. Bryant's class. The only person left behind was a cheetah named Jake Bask, a high-honors student and the best in his class. As he strode by the seated Mr. Bryant, the feline reached out a hand to take Jake by the arm.
"Mr. Bask, would you mind staying behind?" Mr. Bryant said, his amber eyes glittering a bit behind his glasses. His blond hair fell around his ears, reaching down to the nape of his neck. His sylphlike face was considered quite attractive by most of the female students, and a few of the male students.
"Er, no Mr. Bryant." Jake said, looking a bit confused.
"Good. Wait for me in my office, please." Mr. Bryant said, smiling at Jake and nodding towards the door in the back. Jake walked through the door, shutting it behind him with a feeling of apprehension. Had he found out about Jake's assistance of the slow student in the class? He was a lizard-boy, slow in the mind. Jake had let him copy a few questions off his midterm, to help the poor kid pass.
Jake sighed, sitting in the chair opposite Mr. Bryant's desk. It was the last day of school before winter break, and he was being held back in class. A few minutes later, Mr. Bryant came in. He sighed deeply as he shut and locked the door behind him, and sat behind his desk. He tapped a few papers on the desk to align them, and sat them on the desk.
"I understand your sympathy for Mr. Gering, but cheating is taken seriously at Furtown High." Mr. Bryant said, looking at Jake over his thin glasses. "You know you could be expelled for this."
"Expelled?!" Cried Jake. "But...but I didn't do it!" "Don't lie to me, Jake. You're my favorite student and I hate doing this. But I have to ask you simply, did you let Eric Gering cheat off your midterm?" "Sir, I..."
"Did you?" Jake hung his head, his hands sweaty and his body tense.
"Yes sir, I did." He confessed, his eyes shut tight. Mr. Bryant nodded solemnly, standing and sitting on the front of his desk.
"Jake, there's something you can do to keep from being expelled."
"What's that, sir?" Mr. Bryant kneeled before Jake, smiling his charming smile. He rested a hand on Jake's knee, and spoke quietly.
"You're a great student, Jake. A genius, maybe. And I don't want to expel you. But there's got to be something in it for everyone."
"What are you talking about?" Jake asked, his voice quavering. Mr. Bryant's hand slid up his thigh slowly and lovingly. Soon he was nearing Jake's groin, and he shivered a bit. He didn't resist, as he harbored one secret that absolutely no one knew. He loved Mr. Bryant with all his heart, but no one knew this, even Mr. Bryant.
"Something in it for everyone." The touch finally found his groin, fondled his cock through his uniform slacks.
"Ohh...Mr. Bryant..." Jake moaned as Mr. Bryant's nimble fingers stroked his quickly hardening cock.
"Hush, Jake. You like it, don't you?" Mr. Bryant murmured, in his ear. Jake mutely nodded, gritting his teeth. "Let's get this out, shall we?" He unbuttoned Jake's pants, unzipping them slowly. Jake's erection strained at his boxers, and Mr. Bryant pulled them down along with his pants. He then stroked his naked, throbbing cock slowly, wrapping his hand around it and moving it up and down ever so gently.
Jake made little moans as Mr. Bryant stroked him, clutching at the chair's arms. After a few moments, Mr. Bryant stopped and stood. He unzipped his own pants, revealing his member. Jake, knowing what Mr. Bryant was about to say and also following his own lust, reached forward to stroke his teacher. He felt the throbbing veins inside the member, the wet pre on the tip of it. It was long, maybe eight inches, and very warm to Jake's touch. He moved forward in the chair, wanting to taste the cock that he had longed for as long as he had been in Furtown High.
Mr. Bryant moaned as Jake licked the pre off the tip of his teacher's cock, savoring the salty liquid's taste. Jake took the head of it between his lips, letting it slide past and into his mouth. Mr. Bryant put his hand on the back of Jake's head, pushing him gently forward to take more of it into his mouth. Soon his nose was against Mr. Bryant's fur, taking in his scent and his taste. He felt the head of Mr. Bryant's cock on the back of his throat, and he gagged for a moment before learning to cope with it. He struggled to breath through his nose and pleasure his teacher at the same time, and found it hard going.
He pulled back, and Mr. Bryant smiled down at him. "You're very good with your mouth, Jake. Have you ever done this before?" Mr. Bryant said, stroking across Jake's chest.
"No, I haven't."
"How about you stand up and undress so I can see that fine body?" Mr. Bryant suggested, still smiling his charm at Jake.
"Okay..." He stood, pulling his button-up shirt and undershirt off. He was toned from many hours in gym class, and had acquired an (almost) six-pack. His grey fur rustled a bit as he pulled his pants and boxers off, leaving him stark naked.
"That's very nice, Jake. Very nice." Mr. Bryant stood, moving forward and wrapping an arm around Jake's shoulders. He kissed him then, startling Jake. At first he pulled back in surprise, but succumbed to it and kissed back. As he kissed him, Mr. Bryant stroked down Jake's back to his rear, resting his hands there. They broke apart after a moment, Jake out of breath. Mr. Bryant sat on his chair, stroking his own still-hard cock.
"Want it?" He asked quietly, taking his shirt off but leaving his pants on.
"Yes, sir." Jake said, nodding.
"Then come over here and take it." Jake strode over, maneuvering himself to hover mere inches over Mr. Bryant's cock. He shivered a bit, hesitant. "It doesn't hurt after a while, Jake."
"Are you sure?" Jake asked nervously.
"Would I lie to you, Jake?" Mr. Bryant asked, stroking the side of Jake's muzzle. "No, I never would." Jake nodded, lowering himself down slowly. He felt the head on his tailhole, and it slowly slid in. He whimpered a bit, eyes shut tight and hands clutching Mr. Bryant's shoulders tightly. He slid down more, feeling the hot cock slide deeper into him and the pain grow little by little. He persevered though, and was panting in pain and pleasure as he felt himself resting on Mr. Bryant's lap.
"That's good, Jake. Very good." He encouraged, stroking Jake's muzzle again. He held Jake's back as he thrust upwards, driving the entire length of his cock into Jake's tailhole. The pleasure was immense, and Jake moaned as he felt his prostate stimulated. The pain slowly gave way to pleasure as Mr. Bryant thrust deep into Jake, holding him tight. Sweat beaded on Mr. Bryant's brow, along with Jake's, and soon their pants filled the room. Soon Jake felt himself close to orgasm, and he stiffened slightly. "I'm gonna come..." Jake huffed, eyes closed tightly. Mr. Bryant pulled out of him, laying his student back on the desk. He licked Jake's throbbing, pre-slickened cock from base to tip, before taking it deep into his mouth. Mr. Bryant's tongue traced the head of Jake's cock, tasting his pre while his finger slid into Jake's tailhole. He cried out, gritting his teeth and holding Mr. Bryant's head as he came. Mr. Bryant swallowed every drop of Jake's seed, savoring its tang.
"You came hard..." He said, licking his lips as he straightened.
"I'm sorry..." Jake apologized, still laying on the desk.
"It's alright...hold on, I'm getting back in..." Mr. Bryant warned, holding his cock and sliding slowly into Jake's tailhole. He moaned quietly as Mr. Bryant's cock penetrated him, and it wasn't long before he came. The hot seed felt almost like it filled him to the brim, but Mr. Bryant had delivered it so far in that it wouldn't. He pulled out slowly, feeling Jake's anus clamp down on his cock as he came out.
Jake dressed again, this time slowly and with some difficulty. His tailhole pained him, but it was within bearable limits.
"I won't tell the principal what happened, either here or with the midterms." Mr. Bryant said, patting Jake on the shoulder as he pulled his shirt on.
"Thank you, sir." Jake said, smiling. He left, and walked down the empty halls of Furtown High and out the front doors. He pulled out his cellphone, and dialed his home phone number.
"Jake! I thought you were walking home." His mother said, sounding relieved.
"No, I had to talk to Mr. Bryant." Jake said, pacing around the flagpole.
"Oh, okay. I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Thanks, mom."
"It's alright, honey. I love you."
"Love you too." Jake hung up, pushing the cell phone back into his pocket. He sat on one of the benches around the flagpole, and looked up at the grey winter sky. It hit him then, he had sold himself to keep from being expelled. But he shouldn't have even let Eric cheat. But the poor boy was going to fail, and that drew Jake's sympathies.
His mother's car pulled up, a black Mitsubishi Lancer. He climbed in the passenger seat with a grunt, and pulled shut the door. "So, how was school?" His mother asked, her black hair pulled back into a bun. She must have just gotten back from work at the firm.
"Oh, it was fun." Jake said, looking out the window and grinning a little.