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The classroom was one mostly typical for a middle school of American suburbia. Stucco walls, harsh flourescent lights embedded in the ceiling, and a chalkboard which had been recently converted into a dry erase one; that being that the dry erase board had simply been placed over the chalk one.

Raymond Leinster the seventh grade teacher sat at his large oak desk, resting comfortably in a large and well-worn brown leather office chair, watching silently as his students did their reading assignment, his eyes peeled for any signs of mischief, especially from the boys who tended to act out. Boys will be boys, he reminded himself.

Raymond was an aardvark in his late thirties, wearing a V-necked pullover sweater, tie, and loose slacks. He was fairly tall for his species at a good six feet, and with a mostly lanky build. He had a slight paunch that was the result of a combination of many things; the onset of middle age, his eating habits, and a dropoff in his evening jogging routine the last couple of years. His reddish hair was short and thinning on top, and he had a bald spot in the back, also the result of incoming middle age.

Raymond's snout was much shorter than most other members of his species. Still, he lacked anything that could be properly called a chin, and his mouth located at almost the very bottom of his oval-shaped face, clearly marked him as an aardvark. As a child, he'd been teased and gotten the usual "Why the long face?" jokes from other boys. His round, short ears poked out on either side of his ginger hair.

There were many things about him which distinguished him from others in his profession at the school. He drank beer, but in moderation; when out with "the guys," he was usually the designated driver. He placed emphasis on academics rather than athletics, despite rotating between coaching both the school's swimming team and the soccer team. To him, good grades and intelligence were more important than physical ability, despite having a few trophies displayed on his desk and at home. Since he coached swimming and soccer, the ones currently on his desk were for those activities.

And, most importantly, Raymond loved kids. Many of the of the other teachers, who were either older than him and tired of children, or younger and lacking patience with children, seemed to both resent their students and openly regret their choice of profession. Not Raymond. He loved children. Perhaps a little too much than was permissable for someone in his position, and it was for this reason that, when Arthur Caldwell, the coach of the boys' swim team, had retired, Raymond had volunteered to take over and been doing it for the last year or so. And he'd been doing a good job and loving every minute of it. He mused to himself that it probably had a lot to do with the required swimwear for the students being a speedo.

He was suddenly aware his stomach was growling. He had missed lunch. He also loved boys for other things on occasion, considered even less permissable or a teacher. One might say he had an "appetite" for young boys. This made his stomach growl even louder. A few students glanced up, but then immediately resumed their work.

As sat and buffed his fingernails together, he focused on one child in particular, Derek McDowell. He was a young, slightly pudgy ferret, with longish shaggy hair. He was dressed in a T-shirt that said E = MC2 on it, those baggy shorts with lots of pockets which seemed to be the style, and big sneakers. He was Raymond's favorite student currently. Derek had already finished his assignment and closed his book, his hands folded on top of his desk, looking quite serene. Sitting up in his chair, the teacher cleared his throat.

"All right, class, that's enough," he said. "Close your social studies books and put them in your bookbags. Bring your papers up to my desk, please. You may then talk quietly, read or draw while I grade your work."

His voice was smooth and silky. He had the slightest ghost of a lisp on his S's due to the thin tip of his long tongue tending to peek out ever so slightly whenever he spoke, but it was not really noticeable and he was never, ever difficult to understand, and had been giving speeches and lectures to children for several years.

The students rose and began heading single file towards him. As usual, despite being one of the first to finish, Derek was one of the last to get up. Raymond frowned slightly. It occurred to him the ferret had few friends, and was very shy. He was never bullied. Not that Raymond could tell, anyway. He just seemed lacking in social skills. In classroom assignments he attacked a task with great drive and energy, and always got A's and B's, but in the areas of socialization with other students he was quite lacking. He was more the teacher's pet, as he tended to talk more with Raymond than he did with other boys. Not that Raymond minded. He liked being the center of the ferret's attention. He couldn't deny that.

After more than half the class had passed by and put their papers on the desk to be graded, Derek finally approached. He was a year older than the other kids at fourteen, having had to repeat the sixth grade, which surprised Raymond because Derek was very intelligent and well-behaved and got along with his teachers, which was one reason why the aardvark liked him and picked him as his favorite; Derek did his assignments quickly, eagerly and without complaint, and got excellent grades. He was also very cute, with bright, eager eyes, a round face and pinchable cheeks, and wavy hair in the current popular "the 70's are back" style.

"Here you go, Mr. Leinster," Derek said with a shy smile, and handed him the paper. And something else. It was a piece of candy. Green peppermint.

"Thank you, Derek," Raymond replied, setting both paper and peppermint down with a wry smile. "Take your seat."

Blushing slightly, the ferret turned and went back to his desk. Raymond was loving this. To many, including the other kids, Derek's constant gifts of candy to the teacher may look like attempts at sucking up. But it wasn't that. Derek had no need to suck up. It was instead a crush; a schoolboy's crush on his teacher. He had known about this for a while, and, being the sort of man he was, the older aardvark had done everything he could to subtly encourage him. This attraction of the student to the teacher was Raymond's other reason that Derek was his favorite. In addition to very obviously liking him, Derek was also very polite and respectful to his teacher, both in and out of the classroom. He had even signed up for the swimming and soccer lessons the aardvark taught, despite not having exactly the right build for it.

As he mulled this over, resuming sliding his nails together in deep thought, he decided it was high time he rewarded such a good student. He grinned, an idea coming. He waited for the grand total of two students who'd turned their papers in after Derek, deep in thought as he shuffled the papers into one stack. A reward. A lovely reward.

He graded the papers and then set them aside once more. A few B's and C's, and more D's than he would've liked, but thankfully no F's. Derek, of course, but an A+. Raymond could almost grade the ferret blindfolded. Raymond looked at the clock. Almost time to go, but enough time to begin enacting his plan. Standing, he walked to the front of the class. The kids, including his favorite, were already stuffing their things into their backpacks and preparing to leave.

"All right, boys and girls," he said pleasantly, "I have a special announcement before you go. Tomorrow, there will be a surprise test."

There was the expected sigh of "Awww!" from everyone except Derek and a couple of the other brainier children.

Raymond held his hand up. "Ah, ah, ah!" he chided. "Let me finish. This test you won't be graded on. Instead, it's like a contest with a variety of prizes involved. The student who scores the highest will receive a very special reward." He grinned. "A lovely reward!" For a lovely boy, Raymond thought as he smiled at Derek. "Which will be given to the winner after class. So you'd better ask your parents if you can stay a bit later than normal, just in case you win."

This smile went unnoticed by everyone except Derek, who smiled back. The bell rang, and with shrieks of excitement and joy at their suddenly granted freedom, the students stampeded out the door in a flurry of rustling backpacks, squeaking sneakers and a few wayward paper airplanes. Derek lagged behind a little, and paused to speak to his teacher.

"Mr. Leinster?" he asked softly.

"Yes, Derek?" Raymond said, as a paper airplane flew by.

"What's the special reward gonna be?" the ferret inquired.

"Oh, that's a surprise!" said the aardvark.

He clumsily caught the paper airplane as it wafted by on the next pass. Crumpling it up in his hands, he threw the resulting wad into the trashcan alongside his desk, then went and sat down. His stomach gave off another gurgle. Picking up the green peppermint, he began to slowly unwrap it, as Derek, fidgeting a little at the stomach growling, watched.

"I probably should've mentioned that," Raymond went on. "The reward is secret, and only the student who scores the highest will find out what it is. I'll explain this for the other childrens' benefit tomorrow before we begin, okay?"

Derek nodded. After unwrapping the peppermint, Raymond made a show of eating it in front of the boy, to show his appreciation for the gift. His normally retracted tongue slid out some, coiled around the mint slowly, and then with a quick slurp sucked back inside with it. Raymond put it between his cheek and teeth and sucked on it, making a bulge and smiling at Derek, who had watched this with rapt fascination at how his teacher tended to eat sometimes.

"Thank you for the candy, by the way," Raymond said. "A fun treat as usual. Anything else?" Derek shook his head. "Good. Well, run along, you don't want to miss your bus. Oh, and remember to ask your parents if tomorrow you can stay late after class in case you get the reward."

"Yes, sir!" Derek said excitedly. "Bye, Mr. Leinster!"

"Bye, Derek! Have a nice day!"

"You too!" the boy called over his shoulder as he hurried out.

Raymond watched him go. What a sweet boy, he mused. He sucked on the peppermint. Quite good. Derek knew he liked the green ones best. He bit into it and crunched it up, swallowing, but his stomach growled for more. Easy, he thought, stroking it and giving it a little slap as though scolding it. He stood and started gathering his stuff. The already graded papers went into his locked drawer, the same one where he kept confiscated toys which he returned at he end of the school year. Other items such as his teacher's edition textbooks and some ungraded papers were put into his briefcase. Pencils, pens, post-it notes and other things were slipped into the top drawer of the desk.

As he snapped the briefcase shut and picked it up, the only items left on the desk were his blotter, calender, a piece of decorative purple quartz, and his swimming and soccer trophies. Raymond Leinster liked keeping a tidy teacher's desk. When he left, he switched off the lights and locked the door. As he went out to his dark red Toyota Previa van, his stomach growled more insistently than ever.

"Fine, fine," he grumbled at it softly. "Hold your horses."

He'd eat a light dinner tonight. Enough to quell his stomach's rumblings, but also leave him still hungry for tomorrow.

~*~

At home, Raymond spent the remainder of the evening preparing the test. First he had to call Mr. Vickers, the school principal, to clear the contest with him. It took some doing but he managed to use his smoothness to convince Vickers. The tests themselves were primarily multiple choice and true or false questions.

Although he wanted one particular student to win, he didn't wish to alienate the others and stack the deck too much in Derek's favor. Each student would have a chance to win, and, provided they got their parents' permission to stay for the special reward, they'd get that, too, whoever they were. He'd have other opportunities to have Derek to himself. Raymond was just keen on doing it this way because he wanted Derek to feel special, like it truly was a reward. He even spent some time designing a few of the prizes.

Once everything was arranged, he put everything in his Previa to sit overnight, and then had a light meal to quiet his stomach a bit and then went to bed. He dreamed fitfully, anxious and excited about tomorrow...

~*~

Morning came, and Raymond drove to the middle school and parked. He was wearing a shirt and tie without a pullover sweater for a change, and tight bluejeans. He frowned, looking up. The sky was gray, with heavy black clouds. It was going to rain later. Opening the back of his van, he got out the items he'd arranged, all in a big cardboard box, and carried them inside. He'd needed to be Joshua Grayland, a sixth grade teacher, to shut the van for him.

"Whatcha got there, Ray?" Josh asked. Joshua was an obese but cheerful raccoon who Raymond was friends with despite them teaching different grades.

"Some stuff for a special contest I'm having for my class," Raymond replied. He gave him scant details of it, leaving out the mention of the secret special prize. "Thanks for getting the van door."

"Not a problem, buddy. Say, maybe I ought to do something similar for my students sometime."

Raymond had a good chuckle at this, eyeing the raccoon's overhanging belly, a titanic beer gut which put other beer guts to shame. He often thought that with such a gut as Josh had, he'd be quite popular at a particular club he sometimes went to.

They went in and parted ways, Josh going to his class and Raymond to his. He carried the box into the classroom. The custodian had already opened all of the rooms and turned on the lights. Plunking the box onto a nearby activity table set up against the wall, he took each item out one by one. The tests he intended to give were put on his desk along with his briefcase. Everything else, he arranged in a neat little display where the students could all see them, before putting the empty box underneath the table. He then went, sat and opened his briefcase, and took out the day's lesson planner and his other things to prepare for the mundane majority of the day.

Soon enough, the bell rang and the students filed in with their signed permission slips. Well, some of them, anyway. A few hadn't been able to get their parents to agree for whatever reason. Raymond twiddled his thumbs, worried Derek would be among them. The children could still take the test and win one of the prizes. But they'd be unable to stay for the secret reward. Fortunately, Derek, who came in with the second batch, had his permission slip, and the aardvark teacher sighed in relief.

"Here you go, Mr. Leinster," Derek said cheerfully.

He handed Raymond his permission slip, as well as a Twix bar. Goodness, but he was such a sweetheart.

"Thank you, Derek," Raymond said. "Go take your seat."

The other students all crowded around to look at the items on the table: gold, silver and bronze colored ribbons for first, second and third place respectively, and a gift certificate to a local pizza place Raymond knew many of the children loved to eat at, for one free large, medium or small pizza depending on which ribbon they got. Only dutiful Derek sat at his desk. After collecting the various slips and putting them into his drawer, Raymond shooed them away to their desks.

"Settle down, everyone," he said. "Settle down." Everyone managed to somehow get seated without much incident. "Now then, you've probably noticed what I have put on the table over there. Well, we'll get to that later, after today's math lesson plan."

There were groans of annoyance.

"I know, I know, but Mr. Vickers only okayed the contest as long as we also do some 'real' classwork for a change." As he said "real," he made quotation marks in the air with his fingers, earning some laughter from the kids.

The math lesson proceeded in dull tedium. Derek continued to impress his teacher by being the only one who volunteered to come up and solve a problem on the dry erase board, and did so both with gusto and skill, finishing with a little grin directed at his very proud teacher, who, as Derek returned to his seat, lightly chided the other children, insisting they could all learn a great deal from Derek.

Soon enough, it was done, however. He didn't go to lunch. He wanted his stomach empty in case things went smoothly. When the students returned a few minutes later, he stood, gathering the tests. Outside, there was a distant rumble of thunder.

"I hope you all brought your coats and umbrellas, kids," he remarked. "And now, before that thunder gets any more dramatic, it's time for our little special contest."

He walked to the head of the class and started passing through the rows, handing out the test papers to each boy and girl in turn. When he gave Derek his, Raymond was sure to also give the boy a sweet smile as well. Having given everyone a test, he went back to the front and sat against the edge of his desk. He watched them all examining their papers, apparently still a little puzzled as to what the point of this was. But as long as he had them thinking it was just a pop quiz with benefits, then everything was going to go smoothly.

"Now, before we begin, I noticed some you don't have your permission slips from home. Now, you can still take the tests and win one of the three prizes. However, if you do, then you won't be able to get the secret prize. Only the ones with permission slips can get that since it requires staying after class longer than normal."

One student raised his hand. A fox. "Mr. Leinster, can't you just give us the secret prize to take home if we win?"

"No, Bradley," Raymond said. He doubted this boy would win. Bradley was a sweet boy but was one of the few students in his class that got consistent C's and D's. "The prize isn't an actual thing you can hold in your hand. Well, you can, sort of, but anyway, you need to be here, late after class before going home, to claim it."

A young female sheep raised her hand. "Will our parents come to pick us up?"

"Yes, Tiffany," Raymond said. "Or I can drive you home."

Part of the permission slip did entail that he was allowed to take the winning student home if their parents didn't make it. He was admittedly cutting it a bit close with this, but if Derek won, it would definitely be worth the risk.

"Now then, let's begin." He glanced at the clock. "You have twenty five minutes, class. Make me proud."

He remained where he was sitting as the test proceeded in silence. He paid particular attention to Derek and how fast he worked. He chuckled, wanting to tell him it was not a test in speed but in knowledge. He leaned back and stretched with a grunt, and felt his stomach grumbled slightly. He'd skipped breakfast in addition to lunch and his stomach was complaining about it. He rubbed it to try and make it calm down and be patient, then mentally scolded himself for treating it as if it were a separate entity from himself.

Soon, with only thirty five minutes of class left, he told them to stop and put down their pencils. Instead of making them come to his desk, he got up off of it and once more passed among them, collecting them all. Once back at his desk, he skimmed over them. Many of them had done well. Shockingly, Bradley had the third highest score. The second highest score was a tie between Tiffany and another studdent, a cat name Marge; Raymond ultimately decided to award it to Marge because her penmanship tended to be better. And, to his relief, despite not being all that surprising, the highest score was that of Derek.

Finishing grading them, he passed them back out and then went back. Standing before them with his arms folded behind himself like a general addressing his troops, he said, "Okay, class, it was a rather tough call. But here was the winners, starting with third place. Bradley Cahill."

He got the bronze-colored ribbon and the pizza certificate and handed it to a very surprised-looking Bradley.

"There you go, Bradley," he said, "one bronze ribbon and a free small pizza for you." He pet the boy's head. "And second place goes to Marge Larabee."

As everyone clapped and Bradley continued looking shocked, Raymond went and got the silver ribbon and medium pizza certificate. These he carried over to Marge, who smiled and accepted them as more students applauded.

"Congratulations, Marge," he told her. "Enjoy your ribbon and your free medium pizza." He walked back to the table. "And now, the blue ribbon and free large pizza go tooooo..." He drew it out a little, before turning with some admittedly overdone flare and holding the two items out, one in each hand. "...Derek McDowell!"

He'd been worried that the jealous students who didn't win wouldn't clap for Derek, who was seen as something of a teacher's pet, but instead, the classroom exploded in a roar of applause so loud and noisy that Mrs. Fitzwaring, the teacher next door, had to come and ask them to keep it down. Raymond apologized to her as he handed the prizes to a very pleased-looking Derek, and she left in a huff.

"Well done, Derek!" Raymond said, coming over and clapping his hand on the boy's shoulder. "Not only do you get the first place blue ribbon and a free large pizza, but, since your parents signed your permission slip, you get to stay after class and receive your very, very special secret reward from me."

So saying Raymond gingerly placed his hand on his own chest for emphasis and stroked Derek's shoulder. Derek was grinning ear to ear, obviously excited, although understandably at the moment he was focusing on the fact he was getting a free pizza. There was a reason the boy was a bit on the cutely pudgy side. He, Bradley and Marge were busy affixing their ribbons to their shirts. Bradley had some difficulty with his and so Raymond helped him. Outside, it thundered again and rain began to splatter muffledly against the windows, and then the bell rang.

As before, everyone except for Derek stampeded towards the door, pulling on coats and opening umbrellas. Bradley and Marge did their jackets up to keep their ribbons dry, stuffing their pizza certificates into their pockets. Raymond saw them off, then, without seeing to Derek just yet, went and watched to make sure they all got picked up by their parents or got on the buses, as always grateful that his classroom had a good view of the front of the school where the buses came. Outside, a high wind was blowing the rain all 'round. He watched with some sympathetic amusement as Bradley's ribbon somehow blue away, and he chased after it. Another student helped him retrieve it, however.

Satisfied everyone was leaving and no one had forgotten anything, Raymond then turned and walked over to Derek's desk where the ferret still sat. He was adjusting his ribbon, which was crooked. Kneeling, Raymond gently moved the boy's hands away and helped him straighten it.

"Ah, there we go," he said. "You look great with it, Mr. First Prize Winner."

"Do I get my secret prize now?" Derek asked, eager. He was squirming in his seat practically.

"Soon, soon," Raymond replied.

The aardvark slid his hand 'round the back of the boy's head and tenderly stroked his scalp through his longish, wavy hair. An innocent gesture to anyone who might walk in, but for Raymond, something far more intimate and meaningful. He lean in closer, his slightly tapered short snout a few inches from Derek's face, and spoke more softly.

"I've got to go to the teacher's lounge and get a few things done. Have to make sure the other teachers get on their way. Your special prize is something I can't give you until we're totally alone." Standing, he spoke at his normal tone again. "In the meantime, you get comfortable. Read a book or something. Do you need to go to the bathroom?"

"Yeah," said Derek. "I needed to go after lunch, but there were other boys in there."

"You don't like going to the bathroom with your classmates?" Raymond asked, looking down at him. He had the impression Derek ordinarily waited until the boys' room was empty before he went and used the urinal.

Derek shook his head. "I get nervous around them sometimes. I... like a few of them." He blushed.

Raymond grinned. "I see. Well, since nobody is here and everyone has gone home or is going home, I think you can do your business without any anxiety for a change. So, unwind, relax, and I'll be back in a few minutes to give you your prize."

He smiled at the young ferret, then turned and left. In the teacher's lounge he found the usual suspects all complaining about how misbehaved their students were. Even the otherwise jolly Joshua. He was going to wait and be the last to depart, making sure they all left so he wouldn't be disturbed. For once, Raymond spoke up and joined in their conversation, and bragged about his own students' behavior and performance, especially Derek. He took special care, however, to avoid mentioning that the boy was waiting for him back in the classroom... except for one time, although he did so in a veiled manner. As he sipped on some cold coffee, his stomach growled a bit, making Joshua look over at him.

"Was that your stomach, Ray?" he asked.

"Hmm?" said Raymond, mid sip. Lowering the styrofoam cup from his lips he swallowed. "Ahh. Yeah, I guess it was. Imagine that."

The raccoon chuckled. "Man, even mine doesn't get that loud."

He rubbed his own big, flabby tummy, then when no one else was looking, gave Raymond's slight paunch a gentle little slap, almost making the aardvark spill his coffee. Joshua laughed, but Raymond was just annoyed. It passed, fortunately. He didn't think anything could spoil his afternoon now, considering what was waiting for him, and, besides, Josh meant well. The raccoon downed the remainder of the Diet Coke he seemed to always consume with no effect on his weight.

"Hope you got a snack or something, a nice meal to put in that sucker," he said after swallowing.

"Oh, I do," Raymond said with a grin. He couldn't help himself and added, "Waiting back in the classroom for me. And no, you can't have any. Got to watch your weight."

"Very funny," Josh grumbled.

Gradually, one by one, the teachers finished their conversations, gossip and snacks, and left. They'd all return to their own classrooms first and collect their things, and then they'd leave. He bid them all a cursory goodbye. Joshua was the last to go, with an aside that he sure hoped to see Raymond's swim team in the big competition next week. Then Raymond was alone in the lounge. He sighed, relaxing himself a bit. He couldn't be tense for this. If he were, it would spoil the mood and ruin things for him. And for Derek, too, he realized. He rolled his head, popping his neck, and then rotated his shoulders and stretched long and hard, and found it felt incredibly good. He felt like an athlete gearing up for a big performance. And in a way, he was.

Finishing that incredible stretch, the aardvark poured his coffee out in the sink, took a moment to loosen his tie and undo the top button of his shirt, and, taking one last moment to loosen himself up, he walked out of the teacher's lounge and felt pretty at ease with himself as his footfalls clomped hollowly in the empty halls. He passed the custodian, an elderly hound dog.

"Oh, hey," he told him, "I'm gonna be working late, so don't come and clean up my classroom 'till tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Leinster."

He returned to the classroom and discovered Derek wasn't in his seat but standing at the window, watching the rain, his tail swishing. He was still wearing his blue ribbon and the pizza certificate was sticking out of his jeans pocket. Smiling, Raymond shut the door. Derek turned to look at him, hearing the noise, and then looked out again. Still watching the boy by the window, he found the light switch and turned it off. The room was plunged into a dim bluish gray twilight. The sky outside was so dark with clouds it seemed like very late evening, and the light coming in through the windows did not illuminate much in the room. Having done that, Raymond came over and joined the ferret at the window.

"Like watching the rain?" he asked softly.

"Yep," said Derek without looking at him. "Why'd you turn off the lights?"

"Hmm," said Raymond. "I find that the dark is way more relaxing when giving out special prizes. You need to be relaxed for it. Well, not really, but it helps."

"Oh?" asked the boy.

"Yup," replied the teacher.

He slid his hands along the boy's shoulders. Derek didn't seem to mind. He felt a lazy erection beginning to grow in his jeans. He stood closer, allowing the growing bulge to rub up against the boy's upper back. Derek tensed a little, but the rubbing hands on his shoulders calmed him. The lazy erection slowly grew into a much more insistent one. Only the tightness of the jeans prevented the front from tenting too much. Standing even closer and pretending to look out the window, the aardvark gently ground this bulge against the boy. Derek erfed and leaned back, his head lying right at the spot where his teacher's paunch began.

"What is it?" Now Derek turned a bit and regarded his teacher. "The prize, I mean."

"Well, you're getting it now," Raymond replied, now looking down and not pretending to look out the window any longer. "Part of it anyway. If you want the rest, what say we go over to my desk and get more comfortable?"

Derek nodded. He felt his hand being taken, and his teacher led him to the desk. Without letting go of that little hand, Raymond turned and sat back in his office chair, and pulled Derek closer. He sat with his legs spread wide and the ferret boy stood nervously but eagerly between the aardvark's thighs. A hand was raised and slid over Derek's cheek, stroking it tenderly, lovingly. Raymond felt even more relaxed than he had before, now. This moment was, so far, perfect. The rainy afternoon sky provided just the right ambience, Derek was cooperating, so far, and even his ordinarily impatient stomach was being quiet. It didn't growl yet.

"You like me, don't you?" asked Raymond softly. "Like you... like those other boys you get nervous going to the bathroom around. Isn't that why you're always giving me little presents of candy?"

Derek responded to this by blushing once more. Raymond felt he heat of it on his hand. He chuckled and drew the ferret closer.

"You do, don't you?" he repeated.

"Y-Yes, sir, Mr. Leinster..." came the soft reply.

"Call me Raymond, if you like," the aardvark said.

"O-Okay, Raymond..."

Derek was clearly unused to such familiarity with his teacher. Raymond grinned realizing how much more familiar they'd be before the afternoon ended.

"You're such a brilliant and obedient student," Raymond praised him, leaning in close, their faces inches from one another, lips nearly touching. Derek made no sign of wanting to move away. "So obedient. So smart and talented. And yet so shy. I admire intelligence, you know. And devotion. Especially in budding young men like yourself. But you let your shyness detract from your intelligence a little too much, I think. We ought to fix that."

"How...?" asked Derek, his voice quivering.

"Just let me worry about that," came Raymond's silky-voiced reply.

He kept stroking the boy's cheek, while his other hand let go of Derek's hand and then he took the step of slipping it between the ferret's legs. Derek gave a small cry of surprise as the young man was groped through his jeans. Raymond smiled and brought his lips to his student's, and gave Derek what was almost certainly his very first kiss with a grown man. Through the jeans he found Derek's pubescent cock and squeezed and stroked it through the front of the pants until he felt it grow firm, the ferret moaning muffedly into the aardvark's mouth. Their lips pushed and slid together, making soft smacking sounds in the dimness. Raymond allowed the boy a brief taste of his long tongue, letting it flit past the boy's lips to tease and play with the ferret tongue.

As their lips parted, the tongue slid free, back into its owner's mouth. Suddenly, Derek shoved away, and for one horrifying moment, Raymond thought he'd gone too far, too fast, and everything was ruined. Sitting there, the teacher and student stared at one another for a moment. But then Derek allayed his teacher turned lover's fears.

"It's not that I... I don't want to..." he said. "I do. It's just that... what if someone, you know... the janitor or somebody..."

Wordlessly, Raymond got up, walked by him, and went to the door. He turned the lock, securing it firmly. Now they wouldn't be disturbed even if the custodian disobeyed his order not to come in. He returned to his seat now and tugged Derek closer to himself once more by his jeans' belt loops, before scooping the nicely developing young man up with some effort so he sat in his lap. His arms slid around the smaller student; the ferret imitated him and slipped his arms around his teacher's larger torso. Their lips met once more, the bulges of their cocks in their jeans grinding pleasantly against one another. This time, Derek kissed back, and he was a very eager kisser.

"Now," Raymond said after they had taken a break from kissing. "Your prize does come with a little lesson, sweetheart."

"Oh?" asked Derek. "Wh-What?"

"Why, my lovely little Derek, a lesson in cocksucking. And I have a feeling that a young man as bright as yourself will be a fast learner."

He shifted in the chair, and Derek slid down his body and off his lap so he knelt between the spread thighs of the teacher. The ferret found himself face to face with the bulging front of his teacher's jeans.

"Unzip me, my sweet little Derek," Raymond urged gently. He was taking a bit more charge now, placing emphasis on their usual student-teacher relationship, just in a different setting. "Undo my pants."

Derek nodded. His eyes had by now adjusted to the dim light provided by the stormy sky outside. Derek did not look frightened or uncomfortable. He looked quite excited and eager to please, if a little flushed and overwhelmed. The rain had died down but still pattered gently against the windows audibly, as with shaking, eager hands, the ferret boy gripped at the button on his teacher's jeans. He tugged and fumbled, licking his lips in concentration as he struggled with it. Finally it popped loose and he pulled down the zipper, eliciting a soft sigh from the teacher.

In this way, Derek uncovered the bulging front of his teacher's blue boxer briefs. They were stretched obscenely with his package, every outline of the modestly sized but very male organ outlined by the thing fabric of the underwear. The ferret stared in amazed at it.

"Well?" Raymond urged gently. "Take it out."

He'd expected the boy to just tug the waistband down over his package, as others had done. Instead, the clever Derek found and focused his efforts on the fly of the boxer briefs, parting it and fishing inside with his fingers. Raymond gasped as he felt that first touch on his cock, which, with some effort, the student fished out through the opened fly along with the very full balls. The throbbing, hot, musky erection and the dangling orbs dangled there for the young man's approval, his eyes even wider than ever.

"Wow!" he cried.

"Sshhh!" Raymond gently said with a soft chuckle. He doubted the custodian would hear, but you could never be too careful. He reached down and stroked through the student's messy hair affectionately.

"N-Now what...?" Nervous but still eager.

"Now, my dear boy, I take over and guide you through how to properly suck a man's cock."

"Oh boy!" cried the student. Eager indeed!

"First thing's first... open your mouth."

Derek complied, opening his mouth as if to say "Ahhh." A finger under his chin tilted his head up, open lips towards the softly bobbing dick.

"And now, I do thiiiiiis..."

He used his fingers on the student's chin to guide that lovely mouth over himself, closing his eyes and hissing out in delight as he felt his painfully hard cock slip into the hot maw of the boy. Derek gagged a little as the head tickled the back of his throat, but didn't try to pull away, nor did Raymond try and force him to take anymore than he could take.

"And now, you suck on it... just suck right on that lovely cock. It is lovely, isn't it, Derek?" He resumed stroking Derek's hair. "My sweet Straight-A student. My brilliant boy."

For the next few minutes, Derek suckled and bobbed his head on the cock as instructed by his teacher. It felt great, but unfortunately, as with many other boys before him, the ferret's inexperience at oral sex meant he was a lousy cocksucker. Eager, and a hell of a lovely mouth, but he honestly had no idea what he was doing. About he third time Derek used his teeth, Raymond made him stop and gently pulled himself free, his cock dribbling with the boy's spit.

"S-Sorry, Raymond..." Derek said sheepishly.

"It's fine, Derek," the aardvark said sincerely. He knew Derek had meant well.

In time, he could be taught much about the art, as Raymond had learned himself at Derek's age and since taught others, but not today. As much as he was enjoying this playtime with Derek, a low gurgle from his stomach reminded him of his true purpose for the boy being here, and he decided to step things up a bit. He began undressing him.

"We need to take your clothes off for this next part," he urged sweetly, taking off the blue ribbon and setting it aside on the desk. "Lift your arms up."

Derek did so. His shirt was whisked off and went fluttering to the floor like many a paper airplane or football had before, unveiling the boy's bare and somewhat pudgy torso. He couldn't really be properly called fat. He was chubbier than most but still fairly streamlined, which was why, among other reasons, Raymond had let him join the swim team. Memories of the ferret in a speedo flooded his mind and spurred him on. Then fingers well practiced in disrobing young students had him by the pants and were undoing his jeans, and they slid down his legs along with his underwear, and thus was revealing to the teacher his students hard young maleness. It looked simply adorable.

Raymond assisted Derek in getting out of the clothes the rest of the way. He guided him to lie back on the floor and lift his legs. Off came his sneakers and then the jeans, leaving the ferret laying there completely nude but for his socks, which the aardvark ignored. Taking him by the hand, he pulled Derek to his feet once more, the small cock bobbing.

"Now, young man, I'll teach you how to suck a cock for real. Allow me to demostrate."

His stomach growled in protest but he ignored it. He was going to experience this boy fully, damnit. Derek watched as his teacher suddenly stooped down onto his hands and knees, face level with his young dick, and then the tongue which he'd seen so effortlessly take the peppermint before, slid out and encircled his penis, and then the aardvark's lips slid over the young erection. His breath quickened and he gasped out as his cock was sucked by his teacher. Raymond mmmed around the cock in his mouth, slurping and sucking on it, the lengthy tongue slipping out to also capture and imprison those cute balls inside his hot maw.

Both organs were tenderly rolled around and suckled on until with a small, high little cry, Derek came, flooding the aardvark's maw with his milky semen. The teacher mmmed and moaned approvingly, guzzling most of it although some of it dribbled out from his lips, off what passed for his chin and onto the floor. He pulled his mouth off of the now quivering youth with a schlurping sound and swallowed the remaining cum, before rising to his knees and kissing his favorite student, his cum-slicked lips pressing into the boy's.

"See?" he whispered a moment later. "That's how it's done."

Derek was so stupefied by his orgasm that he could only weakly nod at first. Raymond stood, his bobbing, slick cock rubbing along the ferret's lips and chin because they were standing so close together.

"O-Okay..." Derek managed to gasp out at last. "I'll try and do it that way, then." He smiled and opend wide.

"Ah, I have a different lesson in mind for you now, though," the teacher said mischievously.

Again, he scooped Derek up in his arms, but instead of his lap where his slobber-covered erection stood tall and proud, his student's destination was the desktop. He bent him over it, making him grip the edges, as though he were about to paddle him for some infraction of the school rules. Something he ordinarily enjoyed doing to the boys in his class. Instead, he got behind the boy. His stomach gurgled again, but Raymond continued to ignore it. He wished to have Derek in one more way.

Have him he did. Placing one hand of the boy's lower back, and gripping his unspent cock in the other, he guided the engorged head to the virgin tailhole of the student. Derek gasped out at this development, but Raymond pushed in anyway. The ferret gripped the edges of the desk tighter as his anus was painfully and slowly spread by the invading organ of his teacher. A few humps of his hips drove it deeper in, making Derek cry out even more. Raymond leaned over, laying his gurgling paunch against the boy's back and soothing him by whispering in his ear.

"Sshhh, it's okay," he cooed. "Relax and it won't hurt as much. It always hurts the first time."

He deeply regretted hurting the boy. But his first time had hurt him too, even made him cry. Derek had no tears however. A very brave boy. Raymond decided to reward his bravery by making this quick, and not prolong the student's discomfort. Slipping his arms protectively around the boy's pudgy form and holding him close as they bent over the teacher's desk together, Raymond bucked his hips, fucking his cock deeper inside of that tight ass, grunting as he took away the boy's virginity.

Sweat beaded on Derek's body, dripped down off of it onto the desk in little droplets, and Raymond's back and armpits soaked through his shirt with the moistness of his exertions as well, his shoes planted firmly on the floor, Derek's dangling, socked feet brushing his trouser legs as they dangled and shuddered with the power of the aardvark's thrusts. Raymond continued to nuzzle, kiss and lick at Derek's face and head to calm and reassure him, whispering and cooing into his ear as he whimpered. Still Derek did not cry, and his teacher was so proud of him. His hips shuddered with his impending release soon enough.

He would've liked to make the assramming portion of the sepcial prize last longer, but as it was hurting Derek, anal sex was really something meant for a more experienced boy. And besides, he was getting hungrier by the minute. Sex always made him hungry.

He observed that Derek was not only hard again, but his chubby form shuddered with a second orgasm, and he shot his load across the desk in thin ropes, coating the lamenated blooter and his own blue ribbon prize sitting on it. A few drops even landed on the quartz and the trophies. My! thought Raymond, what youthful stamina and endurance! What a wonderful boy! With a final thrust that drove his fuckstick deep into the boy, he came and flooded the young body of his favorite student with his liquid love. He gasped out, and for a few moments they simply lay there together, shuddering, panting and sweating together. Slowly, delicately, mindful of hurting Derek, Raymond extracted himself.

"There we go..." he said. "Are you all right?"

"Y-Yes..." Derek nodded a bit weakly.

Raymond smiled. His stomach rumbled yet again and now, at last, it was time for the early supper he'd waited all day for, been preparing for since yesterday. He helped the boy to sit up and turned him around so his freskly fucked naked ass was perced on the edge of the desk, cum leaking from his tailhole. Hearing the gurgling rumble, Derek blinked.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"I sure am!" Raymond replied with a big grin. He stroked through Derek's hair once more. "And now it's time for the final part of your special reward for scoring the highest on the test."

"I-I don't understand," Derek stammered as his teacher gently took him by the hands.

"You will in a second!" Raymond said, all good cheer.

He leaned back and opened his mouth very wide, and then Derek watched the teacher brought his hands up to that gaping maw. The long aardvark tongue slid out to lick teasingly along his knuckles, and suddenly, it whipped out and wrapped tightly around his wrists. The boy gasped. Saliva dribbled along his skin and dripped off his elbows as the tongue slid down his arms to encircle them completely like a big, sticky, slimy snake or a tentacle. Derek tugged but couldn't loosen himself, then watched in a mixture of fascination and shock as Raymond used his prehensile tongue's grasp on his arms to stuff his hands into his mouth, all the way in, to the back of his throat!

As Raymond leaned forwards again and looked down at him with lidded eyes, he felt the first swallow. His arms disappeared into the mouth he'd seen consume so much candy up to the elbows in a smooth gulp.

"What's going on?" he yelped.

Ignoring him, and, indeed, utterly unable to reply, the teacher's only reply was to stroke his head gently and swallow again. Due to their height difference, it took only a few of those rolling gulps and tugs with that tongue before the boy's head was entering the mouth, and as the teacher's lips stretched over and eclipsed his head, Derek was only visible up to the armpits, still sitting on the desk. At this point, Raymond decided to take a seat, himself, parking his butt once more in his chair and scooting it closer.

Raymond then leaned down so he could use the student turned meal's sitting position as a surface to hold his well-used butt against while he bent forward and gulped and slurped down the pudgy, youthful form of the younf man, his short snout filled with pudgy fourteen year old. The sticky tongue slithered out, down over the heaving, chubby tummy, to slurp over the twice-spent young cock before going between his legs and curling up between his asscheeks as the snout reached his waist. Now, Raymond had him in enough he could lift his head, tossing it, and the half-eaten ferret boy's legs, into the air. The slid down inside with ease. A few upward, lunging swallows sucked the twitching, sock-covered feet and tail down past the lips and into the throat, and then came the final, hard swallow, with a loud, wet "glurp."

As the teacher workd his jaw to relax it after so much stretching, feeling the tickling sensation of the boy's toes sliding down the esophagus, which earned a hiccup from the aardvark, the devoured student slid into the stomach, swelling the teacher's usually modest paunch out quite a bit, bulging it out against the desk, forcing Raymond to scoot back to recline comfortably in the chair so his boy-filled belly could spill into his lap. His shirt stretched considerably, but, mercifully, he didn't bust any buttons. Older, bigger teenagers were a different story.

"Ahhh..." he sighed out, stroking over the tummy. "You in there, Derek?" he asked. "Are you all right?"

"Y-Yeah," came the muffled and somewhat frightened reply. "It's a little scary and strange..."

"Ah, well, you see, kiddo, I made you my dinner, is all. And now I have one last lesson for you. Squirm."

"W-Wait, you're gonna let me out, right?" came the pleading voice from within.

Raymond became firm with him. Not mean, just stern. "I said squirm. Do what your teacher says."

And squirm Derek did. For a good long while, as Raymond relaxed there in his chair in pure bliss. Great sex and a boy in his belly. Good times. He belched wetly as the struggles died down. The loss of air meant Derek was tiring, and, soon, he'd completely fall asleep. The gut gave an ominous gurgle. Shifting in his seat, Raymond eased his tender cock and balls back inside of his boxer briefs, and then with some effort zipped up. He sighed.

Glancing over, Raymond noticed the mess on his desk. The streaks of cum and drops of sweat here and there. He frowned. Reaching over, he felt for and grabbed Derek's shirt, and used it to wipe all the fluids from the desk. Because Raymond Leinster liked a neat and tidy desk. He then tossed the dampened shirt down to land with the discarded pants, underwear and sneakers. He'd take them home with him. They could use a trip through the wash. After all, Derek would need them for school next time. That accomplished, Raymond's tongue did a circuit of his chops before he then took the cum-covered blue ribbon and pinned it to his shirt over the bulge that was Derek, and then he closed his eyes and dozed off into a comfortable sleep to digest his hard-earned early supper.

The End