Hottest in Summer: Teacher Teaches (Side Story)
#4 of Hottest in Summer
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
Thunder clapped loudly outside in the ongoing storm. A young giraffe was actually thankful in his old bayou home, thankful that the moisture wasn't sticking to his body for once, all the heat being pulled up into the dark skies above. Walking down the old hallway of the two story house, the flashing images of family members come to past no longer disturbed him. Making his way to his room, he placed the thick candle he was carrying on his old dresser, removing his robe to observe his tight, muscular form, eyeing the brownish orange pubic fur along his body after having done a bit of man-scaping. Again there was the flash of lightning and all the familiar shadows formed by the objects in his room sprung up. But as he turned his head, it wasn't the shadows that made his chest pound with agitation when he looked out his window, a figure standing on the long muddy road leading up to his home.
Jacob's face remained solid like a statue, gripping his arm as he walked through the mud along the path, his clothes ripped and torn, his face throbbing. His face was so solid, it refused to let the single tear waiting to fall slide down his cheek. Soon he was struggling stumbling over the stone fence of the old plantation house, but when he came to the gray stone stairs, he stopped, not really sure if he should keep going from that point. He even thought about just laying down on the old cushioned rocker underneath the front porch. Feeling so lost, he didn't hear the loud creaking of the heavy ten foot front door, the young giraffe standing there in his bathrobe. They stared at each other for a while, Archer staring into those eyes he had seen before in the wet rain, the eyes of someone lost who didn't want to admit it. Finally when he spoke up he said, "Mr. Conway, it seems you want to ask something of your teacher..." As the young buck dressed in a female's loose orange top and jean shorts licked his lips with the amber lipstick, he balled his fists in agitation. The giraffe sensed the young male chipping away at his own stubbornness as he inched closer, climbing the stairs. Looking down and away from the highly regarded male, Jacob started to ask, "Mr. Turner...do you think I..." Unlike many males who had that feminine touch to them, the young buck used his natural boy next door voice, not too deep yet not too high pitched either. "...I could crash at your place tonight?" He really had to fight back the tears as his high school teacher observed his bruised deer snout with that stern look he always held, though he had to reinforce the his defenses when the older male touched his cheek and spoke softly, "We could even take a look at this if you want..." The buck was really crying on the inside as he grabbed hold of his arm as a towel was wrapped around him, Mr. Turner nearly carrying him into the house.
Nothing was said when Mr. Turner sat Jacob down on an old purple, cushioned footstool, the piece of furniture almost as large as the buck himself. The younger male flinched as the giraffe slowly eased the top over his thin torso, shaking as pulsing red lashes and open cuts were exposed on his back. He tried to stay strong, covering his chest with his arms, though holding the thick lash across his left arm which ached also from the bruise forming there. The giraffe recognized the lash and tear of a switch, but these ones were out of hatred, not punishment like his own mother used to force on him. They were specifically focused over the fresh double male symbol with chains tattooed on the young buck's back.
Mr. Turner gently clasped Jacob's shoulder to reassure him that he would be back before his fingertips slid off as he went to get a first aid kit. It was going to be a long night for him and Jake. He needed to clean the open wounds and that meant using alcohol. Deciding to be blunt about it to make things go by faster, he wrapped his strong arm around the buck before putting the soaked wash cloth to the male's wounds. Jacob cried out, unable to turn his pain inward as the alcohol burned away at any infection. By the time the open lashes were treated and bandaged up, he lay in his teacher's arms, his body shaking every so often.
The next morning, Jacob opened his eyes to an unfamiliar sight, his ears flicking at the heavy sounds of breathing and the feeling of his blonde head fur blowing back and forth. Turning in his spot on the old bed, his eyes widened at the sight of Mr. Turner, his massive...naked...muscular arms wrapped around him. He froze, eyeing his teacher before carefully moving his hand to adjust the sheets wrapped around the giraffe's waist. Pushing them aside, he noticed the male was wearing a pair of tight fitting baby blue underwear with dark blue lining, but thankfully not fully naked. "Thank god..." he muttered. He suddenly felt a hand push down on his chest, "I'm not that much of a pervert Mr. Conway...despite what your classmates think..." Jacob watched with a confused look as the giraffe easily climbed out of bed after being in a deep sleep, adjusting his underwear as he wandered out into the hall. Left in the room all by himself, not even noticing he was naked and wrapped up in sheets, the buck thought the very first thing he had ever said about Mr. Turner, "He is so weird..."
The sound of running water came from the bathroom as Jake slowly walked down the hall. Laying his tan hand on the door handle, he opened it as quietly as he could, peaking one eye in to see. Unlike the rest of the house, it seemed like the bathroom was the only thing that had been remodeled to at least function like a modern bathroom. As his eye focused on the blurred muscular orange and yellow image behind the glass, the buck had to catch his breath as he watched Mr. Turner bend over, washing his hands along his powerful thighs. He could see that even through the blur.
The giraffe was lost in the sounds of water falling hard around his hooves and its cold sting hitting his chest, the water heater often out with the electricity. Around water was when he could focus on himself the most. This time though his time was cut short, the only time he was caught off guard as the glass door of the shower loudly shut behind him.
Turning his long neck and looking over his shoulder, Mr. Turner narrowed his eyes before leaning his forehead against the shower wall, nearly supporting it with the stalks on his head, "Jake...I think you're getting the wrong idea..." He actually jerked when he felt the buck's hand on his large shoulder blade. "What idea was I suppose to get when I woke up naked next to my teacher? Would you really have done all that with anyone else who wasn't....faggot?" The giraffe turned around, towering over Jacob with an agitated look on his face. Jake was suddenly shocked when Mr. Turner grabbed his shoulder, using water from the shower to wash away any remains of blush and lipstick from the deer's face. When the smaller male was coughing and looking up at him utterly pissed Mr. Turner muttered, "I suppose not... I thought you were one of my clever students Jake, I'm your teacher!"
The buck almost seemed desperate as he stammered, "Eighteen! Eighteen and graduating in days... with nowhere to go..." He stopped dead when the male turned his side to him. And then the giraffe turned and reached out, cuffing the buck's side as he straddled the thinner male over his knee, making him moan as he moved his thick lips over Jake's neck. The buck grasped at the male's body as best he could, feeling himself pressed against the shower, feeling totally exposed as the hulking stud pressed against him. Seeing the serious look in the male's eyes, it straight up scared the crap out of him, "I do not play games, Jake! Especially the little faggot games as you call them. Grow up!" The buck fell to the floor as soon as the giraffe let him go. He was left there with the water running down his back, wetting the bandages from earlier that morning. He suddenly felt like a real dick.
The warm, orange sunset was shining through the large, blank windows of the giraffe's room as he lay on his side in only a pair of cargo pants. His ears swiveled when there was a loud creaking in the floor boards. He was tempted to move but then he felt what he thought were gentle hands touching his back. In fact, as they pushed into his muscles, professionally, he realized how mistaken he was. "Where did you learn that?" he asked softly. Jake licked his dry lips, kneading the hoof tips of his fingers into his teacher's back, "My mom...it was her trade...I guess." The stern giraffe's face soon melted away but he tried not to look too content, "Are you trying to soften me up Mr. Conway?" The young buck blushed, "No sir..." Not as reluctant as before, Mr. Turner let Jacob stick around...
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