{"sf1_id":664051,"sf2_id":"dePRw6Qn","title":"Extra College Credit","author":"Gruffy","words":1116,"posted_at":"2014-02-07T00:38:00.000Z","tags":["Age Difference","College","Drunken Fun","Gay","Husky","Knot","M/M","Musk","Oral","Rottweiler","Teacher","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/664051-extra-college-credit","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/dePRw6Qn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/ee/94/ee9403c9-426e-4a64-92cc-c6574c1a5f0b","description":"Those pesky deadlines.","content":"\u0026nbsp;Something nice and quick. Do tell me what you think! :P\n\n**\u0026nbsp;**\n\n**\u0026nbsp;**\n\n**\\***\n\n**\u0026nbsp;**\n\n**\u0026nbsp;**\n\nHis name was Jerky, and he was the one who told me about it, a bit high, I think he was, post-coital lying on a bed too small for two, and with too much smoke in for comfort.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"That guy, Becker, he totally gives you extra credit for your essay if you put out for him,\" the husky told me with the exaggerated seriousness of an intoxicated fur.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMyself, stick and a bit woozy myself, chuckled.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You're fucking with me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe swapped me with his tail.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Thought you're the one who's doing the fucking, hah!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe laughed too much for his own pun, and I decided to silence him by stuffing my half-hard dick into his muzzle.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBecker was gay, there was no mistaking it. The way he looked at the jocks rather than the hot girls (as far as I could tell, by comparing them to the magazine covers I saw at the K-mart where I worked), that was enough of a clue.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nJerky's lewd pot comment had made me curious.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI knew I was risking fluking the course. I hadn't really concentrated on Macroeconomics, I had done much more work on marketing, and it felt like my brain couldn't simply handle more. I hadn't really wanted to do stuff with Jerky, either. He was starting to get a bit old with his endless goofy surfer dude routine. And the stench.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI dropped my pencil case when we were filing out, and checked out his reaction.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThat goddamn wolf was staring at my ass...and if he wasn't standing behind the lectern, I'd probably seen a boner, too. I remembered to flick my own Rottie tail, quickly, just because maybe he deserved it, being pent up after watching and smelling half of the rowing team for a long lecture on something nobody really understood.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI went to him and made puppy eyes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh, sir, do you think I could see you privately? I'd like to ask a few points about my practice essay.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf in the suit and the ill-fitting tie gave me his best professional look, arranged some papers, put a pen into his shirt pocket. At least he wasn't wearing a pocket protector.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh, yes, of course.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI told him that my job kept me busy, but I could come later on...like...five pm...and he said he'd be running some staff meeting, anyway, so he'd be stopping by his office. Might as well give me half an hour.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMaybe he was already so horny that the idea of spending half an hour with a smooth Rottie really got him off, even if it was just to breathe in my stench.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI went in there, prepared to act like a total slut to get what I wanted....by giving him exactly what he wanted.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I've got your paper right here, Robert.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI pulled the chair really close to him, too close to really be polite. I made sure our legs touched, and I didn't shy from it when he pulled his away, but then accidentally put it back there...and I didn't move away.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"...so, your exposition...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe paw holding a red pen looked like it was shaking. I wagged my tail. My heart was beating like mad, but I didn't feel sexy at all, even when I put on a breathy voice.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"...oh I know it's not very good,\" I let my ears droop, \"I just tried but I'm so tired...oh if I had some more time...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"...well, Robert...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis whiskers were shaking, too. He was huffing my scent.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"...you look tired too, Professor Becker...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI could see his Adam's apple bob. He swallowed. He'd felt my breath all over his muzzle and his whiskers.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"...you should go home to your wife...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLike he was fucking married.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI grabbed his groin.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis knees hit the desk with a bang, clattering stuff down to the floor, like his computer mouse.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Mister Harrison!\" the wolf gasped, his glasses askew on his face.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'll help you relax,\" I told him before he had a chance to move away.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI was such a slut. I pushed the chair back, the one I'd been sitting on, then turned his own wheeled chair so that he was facing me, and I went down on my knees.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe was panting like he was having a heart attack, when I squeezed his crotch and then undid an old brown leather belt.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nZzzziiiip.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe was wearing white briefs and there was a dark stain where his cocktip was inside the taut fabric. His pouch fell over the elastic that dug tight onto his belly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI wasn't gonna fool around with him. I pulled his cock out of those ridiculous man-briefs and put my muzzle around it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHmmm...he tasted a bit funky, but he tasted like cock, and dog, and his knot was big and swollen soon throbbed against my lips.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI swallowed a couple of times and began to bob my head up and down on the shaft.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe was pretty well hung, for a college professor, I guess, though I hadn't seen a league table, or sampled others.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nYet.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis tail made noises. He made noises. He grabbed the armrests of the chair and the creaked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe bucked his hips once and unleashed a massive load into my gullet.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI fucking almost chocked on Professor Becker's load, and some of it I coughed over my chin and his groin.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThen he goddamn apologized, and offered me a paper hankie from his desk drawer, and he used one to rub his forehead that was covered in sweat, and there were stinky, sweaty spots under his suit arms too.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI licked my lips.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Extra time?\" I said hopefully.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Well...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI blew cold air against his plump, throbbing shaft that'd messed his shirt completely.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI could HEAR his toes curling.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I promise to study REALLY hard...on...this topic...\" I let my tongue loll out of my muzzle.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI might've scraped through his courses with barely acceptable grades, but at least I always had a week more to write my essays. Not bad for a minute of hard labor.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI didn't tell Jerky. I knew that he had extra time with not only Professor Becker but with Horowitz and Kayson, too.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}