One Strange Night
Victor sat hard into his chair in his office. He had just finished his last class of the week, and just needed to wait out the remainder of his office hours before he could finally head home. He had never thought being a professor could be this exhausting, but the past few years had proven him wrong. He looked at his dark reflection in the blank computer monitor on his desk. All he saw was an aging badger. The slow transformation of his image over the years had belied how he felt. Sure, he felt the aging; the arthritis slowly creeping in, the lack of "youthful" energy; but he didn't feel old. He had never put any stock in that "you're only as old as you feel" bullshit. His reflection gave the truth away. He was getting older, and he didn't like it. He reached up and flipped the septum ring down from his nose. The piercing helped the image somewhat, but that aging face still stared back at him. Now he just looked like an aging eccentric, hardly uncommon these days. Body modification was a big part of his generation, or at least the ones that he found himself around. A once young and expressive generation was getting older, more subdued, and the expressive nature of the age was passed to a new generation. It was all the same, really, just different faces. It seemed to get more extreme, though, as it always does through the generations. Body piercing was more commonplace now than his generation, where only a few of the more "daring" individuals got them.
"Dr. Crawford?" The voice made Victor jump as he spun in his chair to face the door. He had been so engrossed with his image in the monitor that he completely failed to notice the young white bull in his doorway. He recognized the bull as Michael Lange, one of the football players at the college. "Woah, cool! I didn't know you had a septum ring!" The bull exclaimed, seemingly shocked that an "old" guy would have piercings.
"Ah, well. I do." Victor was embarrassed. He wasn't supposed to be wearing visible piercings while at the school. Apparently it gave the wrong impression according to some. He quickly flipped the ring up to hide it. "Sorry, you kinda caught me winding down some."
The bull smiled. "No problem, Dr. Crawford. Just didn't think you were the type, is all."
"Heh. Well, I was once." Victor stared off, reminded of his youth. Reminded of his aging. "So, Michael, anything I can help you with?"
"Oh, yeah, um I was thinking of changing my major, and I wanted to ask you what you thought of it. I mean, I know you're not an advisor or anything, but since I'm in your class and everything, I know you a bit better."
Victor chuckled. "Sure thing, Michael. Come, sit." He gestured at the chair in front of his desk, to which the bull promptly sat in. "So, I guess that since you're talking to me, you're thinking of pursuing a degree in physics?"
The bull nodded, "Yes, I was. I just wanted to bounce the idea off someone else, and since you're a physicist, I thought I'd ask you what you thought of the idea."
"Well, it really depends on what you want to do in your life right now. What is your major now?"
"Right now I'm an English major. I was thinking of maybe becoming a teacher or professor with that, or just take the football route and try for the NFL, but I don't know. I want to do something more, you know? And I've enjoyed your class a lot, not just the teaching part, but the material."
"Well you have a good start there. I can't make the decision for you; that's all up to you. One thing that I would say is definitely keep with football. The scholarships are definitely nice to have, and professional football is definitely a nice career. You'll want to keep your major as a backup, most definitely. As far as which you pursue, think of it this way. If you enjoy two things equally, then you can evaluate what kind of future you will have with each. I can't really say much for English; you'll have to talk to someone in that department, however I know there are many different possibilities with physics. I chose to be a researching professor, but physicists can get a myriad of jobs some of them extremely well paying. I did the same thing when I went back to college after some years in the Marines; picked two things I liked equally, and picked the better future."
The young bull looked enthralled by the old badger's rant. It somewhat made Victor feel better about himself. He had always liked to give back, to impart his gained knowledge to younger people. It was part of why he became a professor.
"Wow. I'd never really thought about it that way. I didn't know you were a Marine, either."
"Hah, well, there's probably a lot about me you don't know."
"I guess there is." The bull chuckled. "I have one other question. I know I have a good grade in your class, but it's only Physics I. Do you think I would be able to make it in the Physics Department?"
"Michael," Victor leaned forward, his gaze meeting the young bull's, "you're a bright kid. You're one of the top students in my Physics I classes. I'm sure you can make it. It won't be easy, mind you, it may even be hell to keep up, but the department is small, and somewhat tight-knit. If you find yourself in a bind, you'll have the professors and the rest of the students at your disposal. None of the professors in this department want to fail you. We love seeing people graduate in our department, and will do most anything to help you do that, aside from doing the tests for you."
"Thanks, Dr. Crawford." The bull smiled as he stood and walked toward the door.
"No problem at all." Victor smiled back as the bull turned to leave.
"You know," Michael stopped short of the doorway and turned back to the badger, "I might make the switch, if only to be around you." He turned back to the hallway and walked out, leaving Victor stunned.
Victor shook his head. He was putting too much thought into it. The guy just liked him as a teacher, nothing more. Victor sighed as he realized he had been single for way too long. It seemed every time someone complimented him or said they liked him, his brain went straight to the "romantic" like. He felt a bit stupid as his mind went to what it would be like to be with the pure white bull. He felt his cheeks burn. Michael was considered the "stud" of the football team. His unique coloring was probably part of that, and Victor was sure that he had girls waiting in line to date him. Foolish thoughts. He looked at the clock and realized it was finally time for him to leave. Even though he needed the weekend, he was dreading this one. This was the weekend he finally turned forty.
He packed up his briefcase and locked the office door as he left. Walking to the car, he wondered what schemes his roommates were planning for his birthday on Saturday. He knew it probably included going to a bar to pick some random guy up. It seemed these days that the only time he got laid was on his birthday, and usually only at his roommates' behest. He knew they meant well, thinking it would give him a boost since he hadn't had a real relationship in ten years. It usually did give him a boost, actually, but only for that night.
The drive home was uneventful, aside from the further reflections on his aging body, and continued dreading of his fortieth birthday. As he walked through the door to his apartment, he found Baka and Rico snuggled on the couch watching some random show on TV. They both looked at him and smiled those shit-eating grins that instantly gave away what they were planning.
"Let me guess," Victor said before they could even say 'hello', "Y'all are going to drag me out to Rio to get me laid tonight."
The skunk turned to his mate as the dragon stood up from the couch, "Rico, you think we're getting a mite predictable?"
"Maybe," the black and blue dragon replied, stretching. Victor hated that Rico stayed skinny over the years while he and Baka both grew a nice middle-aged gut. "We know you need it though."
"Ah, well. I guess I can't really argue to the contrary. When are we leaving?"
"Around nine." Baka replied.
"I guess I should eat and get a shower in before we go." Victor said as he walked off to his room, leaving the sometimes too playful couple to mess around on the couch.
Victor finished getting ready to go out to the club in the bathroom. He decided to go with one of his old hairstyles he wore when he was younger an off-center Mohawk. He could barely remember the last time he wore his hair like this, but today he just wanted to feel a bit younger, and this helped some. He left the bathroom to join Baka and Rico who were already waiting by the front door.
"Wow, haven't seen you wear hair like that in about ten years." Baka said as the badger approached the couple. "Still looks good on ya."
"Heh, thanks. I felt like doing something a bit younger-looking tonight. I just hope I don't look like too much of a creeper like this haha."
"Nah, it suits you fine. Besides, you won't be the strangest looking fur at Rio by a long shot." Rico replied, chuckling.
Victor laughed, "Yeah, you're definitely right about that. Come on, let's go and get this over with."
"Hey, hey, now." Baka chuckled, "You know you like picking up guys as much as any other guy."
Victor walked with the couple out to the parking lot to get into their separate cars. "If I can even manage tonight. My fur's starting to turn gray."
"What?" Baka replied aghast, "Dude, most of your whole body is gray, it's called your natural coloring."
"You know what I mean, in my stripes."
"Dude, don't worry about it. It could just be a fluke. You've found gray hairs ever since you were in your twenties. Doesn't mean a thing."
Victor just grunted at the skunk as he slid into his small sports car. It wouldn't do to carpool tonight, since he was planning on either bringing someone home tonight or going to someone else's house, although it seemed to get harder to do each passing year. Guys his age tended to like younger guys, and guys younger than him tended to like guys their age. It was an uphill battle almost every time, but somehow so far he'd been able to pull it off. Most of the time he'd just wait until they approached him, then he would just keep the small talk going until they ended up in bed.
Club Rio could be considered your typical run-of-the-mill gay club. Bright lights on the front of the club screamed flamboyance on Saturdays, and loud techno beats seems to dominate the air a block away. It was Friday though, and aside from the lighted "Rio" sign on the front of the building, the lights on the sides of the building were turned off. Saturdays it was a loud club for people to dance or flirt the night away. Monday through Friday, it was just another gay bar. Victor preferred the club on Fridays. It wasn't nearly as dead as it tended to be on the other weekdays, but also nowhere close to as crazy as it would get on a Saturday. Most of the crowd that came on Fridays were a bit older, too, so he fit in a little better.
Victor sat at a small table after ordering a beer and watched as Baka and Rico set up the nearby pool table. It seemed to be almost a ritual for them when they came here. Victor didn't dislike playing pool at all, but he never really had a good knack for it. He would usually just sit there and scan the club for potential bed mates for the night, most of the time waiting until someone approached him. Not that he was very shy not anymore at least but he could never really care about a one night stand to put forth too much effort. He definitely liked sex, but sometimes for him it seemed a hell of a lot easier just to jerk off and call it a night, which would be exactly what he'd do if he struck out tonight.
Over the course of about two hours, he had been approached by about three guys. He figured one had to be at least mentally handicapped, to explain his general inability to grasp the English language, and two of them made him seem young. Sure, some may have considered him picky for "just a wet hole," but Victor needed at least some attraction to a one night stand. He just sat there and shot the shit with Baka and Rico while they weren't playing pool, just waiting the night away like always. The couple had just left to start another game of pool when a muscular brown bull walked up to the table.
"Name's Byron. Want another beer?" The bull said with a slight grin on his face, offering the unopened beer in his left hand to Victor.
"Sure. Name's Victor, but most people call me Vic." He replied, taking the offered beer and taking another look at the bull. Quite a bit larger than Victor, the bull had a very nice muscular physique, and looked to be about Victor's age. Victor hoped this bull played the bottom; he was definitely better looking than some of the previous birthday lays he'd had in the previous years.
Victor talked with the bull for some time. This one seemed very apt to talking, which was good for Victor, because usually when it came time for him to talk about himself, he would have no idea what to talk about. Victor learned that the bull was actually a single father, and was bi. He also wasn't really interested in guys for relationships, preferring women for that which was perfect for the old badger. He always hated it when one night stands turned into a stalker fest. After about half an hour of sitting and chatting, the large bull looked up at Victor, smiled, and said the magic words.
"So, your place or mine?"
Victor kissed Byron firmly as he threw the bull's shirt to the ground, and traced the lines of his muscles with his fingers. They had picked Victor's apartment since neither wanted to run the off chance of being walked in on by Byron's son. Victor continued feeling the bull's well defined muscles until the bull pulled up on Victor's shirt. Victor felt a little inadequate as he realized his gut was now on display. The bull must have noticed his reaction, running his hands down his chest and belly.
"Don't be shy. I like my guys with a little belly."
Victor smiled up at him while he fumbled with the bull's belt. He never could get adept with taking other people's belts off, no matter how many times he tried. He felt the bull's hands on top of his as he helped him take off the belt and slide his pants down, freeing the bull's large, light colored cock. Looking at it, Victor was instantly surprised that Byron bottomed at all. Most of the well hung guys were tops. It was even bigger than the badger's, which was already well above average. Victor kissed the bull as he grabbed the large member, beginning to lightly stroke him while working one-handed on his own pants. The attention was well received; the bull's cock hardening fully in Victor's hand.
Once the badger got his pants down, Byron almost instantly broke the kiss to drop to his knees and began to nuzzle and lick Victor's own dark cock. Victor moaned at the attention, lightly thrusting into the bull's eager mouth. After a few minutes, Victor tugged on the bull's arms, which were busy exploring the badger's body, to get him to stand up. Pushing him on the bed, Victor crawled on after him to return the favor to the bull. Taking the bull into his mouth, Victor rumbled slightly around the thick cock. He reached to the night table by the bed and grabbed the small bottle of lube that was on it. Victor coated a finger in the thick gel, and slowly pressed a finger into the bull's ass while he continued giving the bull lavish attention with his mouth. Byron moaned loudly at the intrusion, but pushed back into Victor's paw as he slipped in a second and third finger.
"Fuck me." The bull moaned, pulling Victor's head off his cock and staring at him in the eyes. "Haven't had one as big as you. Want to try."
Victor pulled the bull's legs onto his shoulders, raising his ass off the bed. He slicked his cock down with the lube, and slowly pushed into the bull's ass, receiving a gasp from Byron as he filled the bull. He continued to thrust, gradually harder and faster, as he grabbed and stroked the bull's cock, looking into Byron's eyes that spoke of pure lust and want.
The pair came three times before they finally stopped and Victor found himself being held by the larger bull as they caught their breath and calmed down. The bull was definitely up there on the list of Victor's best bed mates. After a few minutes of silent cuddling, Byron spoke up.
"This May sound pretty odd, but what subject do you teach at the university?"
"Hmm?" Victor turned to face the bull, "I teach physics, why?"
The bull closed his eyes and chuckled as he shook his head slowly. "Because my son said he had a really cute physics professor at school. I didn't make the connection before, but if it's you, I'd have to agree."
"Your son is gay?" The bull slowly nodded in a silent response. "What's his name?"
"Michael. Michael Lange. You know him?"
Victor blinked his eyes in surprise as he felt his face burn. He was glad he had fur to cover most of his embarrassment, but was sure that the bull could read it in his eyes. "I thought he just liked me as his professor."
Byron laughed loudly. "Well he may like your teaching, but that's not all he's been paying attention to during class." He smiled at Victor. "So, what do you think?"
"What?" Victor asked, completely confused.
"Of him. You think he's cute?" Byron chuckled as Victor's eyes went wide. "Hey, it's not that awkward. Well, maybe a bit, but it's actually not the first time I've had sex with someone he liked. We tend to have the same taste in men. The only difference is that he's looking for a boyfriend and I'm not."
"Don't you think I'm a bit too old for him?"
"Hey, just because you're as old as his dad doesn't mean it's out of the question for a relationship. That's up to him to decide if you're too old, and if he thinks you're cute, then he obviously doesn't. Unless he's too young for you?"
"Well, I guess he's not. I would just feel kinda like I'm robbing the cradle. He's not known as gay at school; I'm sure if he came out, he'd have plenty of guys his age wanting to date him."
"And he'd probably pass them up. I told you we had the same taste in guys. I like guys my age, and so does he. It's not like you're on your death bed. You've got a nice job, nice place, and you're one hell of a lover. I'd have to say I approve this time. He could do much worse. I know for a fact if you asked him on a date or something, he'd say yes in an instant. He's had a crush on you since the beginning of the semester."
"Wow, I had no idea. I didn't even get the slightest hint he even really liked me as his professor until today."
"Ha, well, that's one big difference between us. He's quite the shy boy, and I'm not."
"You both are quite hot, too." Victor thought about it for a second, about the idea of dating a guy like Michael. Even without the age difference, he would be thought of as way out of Victor's league. "Don't you think it would be a bit weird? You know, dating the son of a guy I've slept with?"
"It's a one night stand, right? We don't have any emotional attachment. It wouldn't bother me at all, as long as he's happy, and if you are as good out of bed as you are in it, I'm sure he'd be ecstatic. I'll just think of it as test driving a car for him before he buys it. You know, testing the goods so to speak." The bull chuckled.
"It would be nice to be in a relationship again, and there are much worse guys out there to do it with."
"Well then, it's settled. I'll let you talk to him about it, but you've got my OK. He'll be at Rio tomorrow. He'll probably know about us sleeping together, too. He likes to pry out information about my sex life when I come home late like this. You should go see him at the club, or even talk to him at school. Actually, speaking of Michael, I should probably get home." The bull said, turning to look at the clock. "It was great meeting you, and if you two do hit it off, I'll actually be jealous of him getting to have that cock any time he wants."
Victor's face burned even hotter as the bull got up and started to get dressed. Victor didn't bother putting any clothes on as he walked with Byron to the door and said his goodbyes. Closing the door behind the large bull, Victor leaned his back against the wall, and finally let the events of the night soak in.
"That was weird."