Those Banana Days -(Chapter 2)-

Story by Moonblood on SoFurry

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#2 of Those Banana Days


Huzzah, the next installment of the oh so new story I'm writing for continuous creative efforts. Hope you all enjoy it as much as you enjoyed the last one. Like always, rate and fav if you enjoyed it, leave a comment if you love it. Rates and faves mean more when you know the person leaving them actually enjoyed the story through a comment.

Anyway, I'll not keep you from yet another story, enjoy!


Those Banana Days

CHAPTER two


You know, they say this type of... business is only for those of the crime world, are sickos of the world, are disgusting to do what they do and you know what? That's probably true with a large percentage of those that do what I do, but me? Ha, don't make me laugh; I do if for the fun, thrill, helping some people feel good and some great cash to spend at the end of it all.

I find it funny to read up on how much hate there is in the world for those in this line of work, side line for me of course. They berate you; treat you like dirt, and for what? You're doing it for the money most likely; now don't get me wrong, I know several who do it purely for the pleasure, they are the ones you want to get medical papers on before doing the deed, that's for sure.

Now, I like to think I'm a more so, higher up than those, sure, I'm selling my body, you're buying it, it is illegal, and like the youth says, illegal things are all too tempting.

I, however, for obvious reasons, keep it on the down low; usually don't say my name, that's about it. Trust me, I'd be lying if I said being discreet, do you know how much fun it is to have some fun in a theater? Geez, I'll make sure you don't pay any attention to the movie if you catch my drift.

But what I really meant is, I keep it from my close friends and family, have backup plans for anyone who would rat me out and try my best being that normal guy they all see while on the other side of the room, I'm taking a freshman's virginity for triple digits. I think most would try to keep it quiet after all!

Hell, my brothers all think I'm still a virgin! Greatest fun ever, they tease me, I blush like mad, when in fact I lost that long ago, to a girlfriend no doubt. Yup, you heard right, David had a girlfriend, in highschool, yup, smoookin' hot Hyena girl by the name of Tiffany.

This is the part where you expect it to turn into some lame, chop of the mil highschool story? Nah, it was a fun time back then, dated for a few months, following the typical teenage thing, holding hands, kissing, folding, groping, pawjobs, blowjobs, going down on her, (Yeah, ladies, these lips can do more than suck cock.) and of course, deflowering her. Was great, parents away, snuck over to her house for the pool, kissing led to perky breast groping and before you knew it, I had half my body underwater sitting on the stairs while I took her Vcard. Haha, yeah she rode me with her Bikini still on, sucks though, 'cause she forced me to wear a condom. Ah, still fun I guess.

But like any teenage stories, it ended badly; she cheated with a teacher, got pregnant (Funny story, I thought it was mine, maybe some other time I'll get into that.) and wouldn't you know, her life just went downhill from there, glad I got out of that situation fast!

I still sometimes think about her though.

Where was I again? Ah yes, well if you haven't guessed it, tis like a give and be given type situation I'm in, prostitution sounds fun when brought up in dirty talk, but I find the word to be distasteful. You pay me, I give a service and there you go, clientele get what they want and I get some decent cash out of it too, nothing too bad I should say!

Maybe I am going crazy, must be the weather, those muggy days after a hot rainstorm, ah gross.

Well maybe if he'd shut his door and turn on the Air-Conditioning, this might not be on my mind. As I said before, everyone has their demons.

It's not like I'm a bad guy, everyone has their demons, just so happens that what you would call my demon would be the oh so fantaaastic male I'm currently seated upon... well, rather speared would work I think.

You see, Mr Jacobs here is currently one of the few canines who actually go to the University I'm attending right now, better yet; I don't call him Mr. Jacobs for the pleasantries, he's the only Wolf teacher here, trying to give out the helpful knowledge of history.

He's a subtle type I suppose, wife left him for some Vegas trip and came back married to a man she loved more, heartbreaking I know, bitches (Hah!) these days. But, a little silver lining for the both of us I can say, is that we've both been hurt by women like that, he was surprised to find it out too. He's a nice guy either way, six foot four I should say, Grey Wolf, larger breeds for sure, looks sexy as hell in those glasses and a button down shirt? Amazing. But, he does have a little more grey than not, age is showing a little, but he says that's in his genes, going grey early, gives him that aspect I find attractive in him, a real mature type. Good with money too, I hear he's more rich than not, seeing as teachers here do get paid well, but still something to complain about, though he does have a nice house and car, maybe inheritance. Of course I learned all about this later on after I had some time to find out.

The finding out however was when I came after class to get some help on a paper assignment about Founding Fathers. I should have probably left, seeing as he was my first teacher and all, but trust me, if you like guys as much as I do, seeing your mid-thirties History teacher jack off to a, now known after I've had extensive time to measure it, 9 and a half inch blood red dick while watching some porn site. Cunts & Canines I think it is, don't recall.

Well, when push comes to shove, I made my presence known, he nearly had a heart attack and after some horribly awkward silences and some chatting, he never covered himself mind you, that, ladies and gents, is how I came to add his name to a return customer list.

Oh, did I forget to say we screwed like two mutts in a tussle of heat induced rutting? Mhhhhhmmmm, talk about a great way to spend the Holidays besides flying home to visit the family.

He said I was tighter than his wife on that day, fucking awesome. But then again, that was my first time taking a knot, hurt like crazy, was like he was taking my anal virginity all over again which I thankfully had plenty of practice before I came into his office that day.

You heard right, I spent a majority of my freshman year holiday break with my teacher, was a nice guy, passionate lover and oh my gosh, his tongue! He's nearly gagged me before, by far, the greatest frenchfuckingtongue kissing ever.

Oh, don't forget the pay, I'm not boasting now, but when you walk away with that kind of cash, it was a good time. Kind of like a bonding time actually, learned a lot.

"David... mmmppff, no previous buyers..?" He asked as I bounced on his lap, no clothes on other than this skin tiiiight black Tshirt, best part, glittered pink writing of an "A+" on the front and "Teacher's Pet" on the back, making this act of copulation the most Cliché scene if someone were to take a closer look at the convertible Jaguar parked behind a busy grocery store.

Yup, he giggled his face off with the shirt choice, made me think otherwise about wearing then, but of course, a little whispered sweet nothings and a nibble of my ear, all the giggling made sense, he loved the shirt.

Oh yeah, black shirt, door open so he can hang a leg out and it is hot as balls out, that's probably why this weather sucks. At least he left the top up.

I tell him what he seemed happy to hear, he was my first for the day, or evening and he likes knowing his seed is first in my guts than any other guy. He's asked me several questions about the gig, to which I reply honestly and everything, or as best I can, the answers never seem to faze him though. Interestingly enough, he actually asked if he could call me, instead of me giving out a nice little card I had made up, was awesome to hear, guess I provided what he likes.

Don't get him wrong either, he's not some sex pervert; he's just a guy who likes to have fun, just so happens I'm someone much younger than he. Yeah, the fact I'm riding the dick of a teacher closer to 40 than thirty is pretty hot, if you couldn't guess, that streak up his chest is both my drool and a few spurts of pre, yeah and I'll not be keeping this experience for myself tonight in the dorms.

You know, I kind of wonder if I have been found out by my dorm mates, more than one occasion I have "friends" come over for some "business" while they are there, then again, the term "gaging someone" wasn't invented for no reason.

Hah, maybe they've put up hidden cameras, hope I make a go-

"Want me... to breed you...?"

Dammit, lost in my own thoughts again? Maybe I have ADD or something, never had the time to get that tested though. The papers scattered across the backseat however, are the kinds of tests I like, Mhmmm, he's a clean fucker alright. Like a kid's game, I'll show you mine if you show me yours.

Yeah, I'm clean too, always have. I'm sure I mentioned I am a clean freak somewhere, can't recall. Either way, that 9 inch dog bone is being used how it is meant on me right now, bareback, now that is a word I love to hear and think about. Damn right.

I press my chest to his, making sure to rub against his nipples hard how he likes it while raising and lowering myself on that marvelous piece of cock, he's being kind though, nearly fully engorged ball of flesh you Canines like to call a Knot isn't getting inside of me today, Tis Thursday and I have a test in Mr. Jacobs's class today.

Fuck yeah I know when America was settled, now do you, mister teacher, know when to fill a student's ass with cum? I sure hope so!

He grips my dick in one paw and almost painfully rolls my sack around with the other, I try to protest but lose before the first words gets cut off by me moaning like a bitch getting treated right. I grip his shoulders and do the same; he thinks he can play with me? I'll show you!

I may be a Monkey, but I'll be damned if I don't ride like a good cowboy. I clench that pink pucker of an entrance around that pulsating spire filling me with its presence, giving him a smirk I like to think I have perfected over the years. I don't let up though, the game has begun. He's winning...

Doesn't stop me from trying either way, by that I mean, I start bouncing more forcefully on his lap to make that wet sloppy sound of lube, spit and pre mixing in the actions of two guys getting it on. Pinch his nipples and twist them, yup, your secret turn on you told me about, don't think I forgot about it that easily!

Closing your eyes? Gripping my hips now? Hah, seems I'm taking the le-

"Who's my little whore?"

Shit... man of few words, but those dirty words get me turned on.

I shake my rump, raise my tail and buck on him, dammit, I need to feel you release in me teach' don't want to be late for your own Lecture exam again, do we? Ah, looks like he's about to lose it.

Wrong again!

I didn't even notice my own orgasmic release through the warm presence of his tongue in my mouth, made me lose it hard in the end.

You win this time.

I grip the back of his head, tilt mine a little to the side and give the WWE a running for their money on who hosts better wrestling because our tongues right now sure as hell aren't sitting still. I taste him, feel his saliva travel down my throat and mix with my own through our passionate session, eyes closed, body tensed. He grips my slender Simian tail that was moments ago so erratic with its movements, giving me that little bit of roughness raising it higher than I could and I feel it, sneaky fucker, there goes the chance of me getting to school grounds fast enough for a shower before class. Ah, spray Cologne, I love you so.

Good thing I held his head, he surely would have alerted someone with the muffled howl that was just shot into my lungs, my body his to do as he wished with that pile of 7 $20 dollar bills, 2 tens and a 5. He made use of the payment, AKA, he started knot fucking me, stretching me open and letting me close before yanking it out while filling me with his seed, I couldn't feel him throbbing inside of me, I just felt agonizing pain replaced by pure pleasure before it could even become an issue.

This time, he stifles a moan from me, a loud one, why? That larger pool of sperm on his stomach isn't from one load. Dang it, twice in one go? You're a keeper for the next girl who gets you, Mr. Jacobs. He finishes with just the knot riding nearly out and inside at the same time, making the best damn seal a buttplug could never compare to. He leaves me stretched like that for a smidge before retracting to just hold the thick shaft in there instead.

A smug smile across his face I can see as he starts moving his lips away slowly.

"To let the others know... first is best." He stated with labored breath, pulling back from the kiss that left more bridges of spit than to any other client, damn. It should be noted that his muzzle way away from my lips and that soft wolf tongue of his was still in my muzzle to let me get a good last taste of him. Like I said, if you meet Jacobs, kissing is a beyond strong suit. His tongue is large and long, perfect combo if you like a good passionate kisser.

Time is short, so the pleasantries of afterglow public sex will have to wait till next he calls, random schedule, never know when his caller ID will pop up.

He's kind though, as I think I said, gives me a customized cum stopper, (What I like to call a buttplug, sounds so much more awesome I think!) round on all the edges, and shaped like a mother fucking banana, cheesy, I love it. He snugs that bitch inside, the two glass balls, one larger on top of the other smaller after the banana at the end. The fruit and first ball inserted, the last ball there to make sure you don't lose it inside, feels good when I sit too, I'll have to ask where he got it from.

The oh so kind Wolf drives while I get a tummy full of my own seed, cleaning his fur like a Monkey looking for bugs, I slurp, I tickle and I even give him a pre-class blowjob without finishing him, that'll help him think about me tonight. I came a lot, taste great too, I am a fan of fruit, so that helps, freaking hot and funny as hell as we sing to some AC/DC Song over the radio.

I clean him good, he doesn't shower or anything even though we have time, he says he likes knowing my seed is stuck in his fur while giving a lecture. Kinky fucker.

"I'm on the Hiiiiiiigghhwaaay to Hell!"

Maybe so, who knows.

I'm helping lots of people feel good.

So either way, I'm having one damn fun ride there.


Huzzah! Another story finished! Seeing as the first one is doing well, it helps me to write more and everything, so please! Feel free to rate and fav if you like and leave a comment if you love! Also! Feel free to throw out some animals or characters you'd like to see and maybe it'll happen!