Cheer up!
?Hello! This is my first story of this nature that I am sharing, so please tell me what you think of it! If you feel like reaching me through email its [email protected] Thanks for reading!
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The corridors were long and flooded with a sterile white light let in by an expanse of large windows overlooking a now petrified garden. It seemed like the Earth had been that way for an eternity. The horizon was blank as far as the eye could see. The skies were constantly overcast and the snow lost all of its sparkling charm. It looked dull and stagnant, like dust. And in the peripheral suburbs of Denver the sinking feeling that the white would never dissipate fortified itself with each passing day.
Hurried pawsteps could now be heard echoing in this section belonging to building D of Bishop Machebeuf High School. The only one left in the hallway could be considered the poster boy of teenage angst. Clad in black, with the exception of what the overbearing dress code required, the slender boy's masked slate gray eyes peered through thick shaggy bangs and remained fixed on the floor. One paw was stowed in the pocket of his pea coat and the other gripped the strap of his backpack. A drooping ringed tail followed closely behind. He emanated a genuinely melancholy aura that was not intended as a cry for help. He merely felt like he was constantly inundated with shit and it was hard to keep it from showing.
As he did most days he rounded the corner and trailed his line of vision over a row of pale green lockers until he came to number 786. With no mental effort his paw seemed to move of its own accord and went about spinning the dial of his master lock. Upon swinging his locker open he was greeted with his own name that he had etched on the inside of the door. It read 'Jacob'. Quickly he rummaged through his unkempt assortment of books until he retrieved an English-German, German-English dictionary and made his way to first period.
Class technically should have started by now. Jacob was relieved to hear rampant conversation as he approached the door. There were the uncaring faces he had seen day after day, dressed and seated in the same fashion as always. The instructor, a young tabby, was just beginning to quell the students' discourse in German while the shy raccoon slouched back in his seat and peered out of a window into the whiteness, his mind still in a state of hibernation due to the early hour.
Confident that she had the attention of the class, she began her lesson. Her flawless German was soon interrupted, however, by the creaking sound of the door to her classroom opening again. The majority of the students turned their attention to the entrance in curiosity, expecting a straggling classmate and a corresponding reprimand from their teacher. However, a lofty frame fitted with a rotund belly that could only belong to an older adult came to fill the doorway. It was the vice principal, Mr. Pierpont.
The graying malamute first gave an obligatory nod to the school's only German teacher. "Good morning Mrs. Metternich." Without waiting for a response he then turned his attention to the students. "Jacob Mainard, could you come with me please?" His tone of voice seemed light hearted enough, maybe even inviting. This did little to appease Jacob's worries. Also the fact that everyone stared in his direction until he reached the door wasn't helping. The boy looked up at the aged canine, trying to gauge the amount of trouble he was in by the man's expression. Mr. Pierpont only offered a small grin and turned, beginning on his way down the hall.
Although his outward appearance was indifferent Jacob nervously scoured his mind as to why the vice principal would need to take him from class. "What the hell did I do wrong?" he asked himself mentally as he tried to keep up with Mr. Peirpont's long strides. The man's gait was bouncy and happy with his tail swaying to and fro. "What the hell does he have to be so happy about?" Jacob wondered to himself silently. "Does he get off on making kids nervous or something? I should have skipped today..." His thoughts continued to manifest themselves in this manor as they continued down the hall, the windows displaying white the whole way.
Jacob's chest began to feel tight as they passed an empty desk where a receptionist usually sat and entered Pierpont's office. The malamute stepped aside after opening the door and motioned for Jacob to sit. "Make yourself at home." The young coon obeyed, staring at the floor the whole time. At least the chair was comfortable. Suddenly his ears perked at the sound of a heavy click. "Did he just lock the door?" he wondered. Jacob began to feel his blood pulse through his temples. The silence in the room was deafening.
Pierpont sighed with relief as he eased into his seat and turned his attention to Jacob. He paused a moment to take in the boy's almost feminine features, and a posture that a junkie would take pride in. "Perfect..." Pierpont thought to himself. Then out loud he began with unnecessary enthusiasm "So how are you this morning Jacob?"
"Uh, I'm fine." he said still looking at the floor. His voice was very soft, just above a whisper, and a bit scratchy, like he hadn't used it in ages.
"Thats good to hear. Your a junior now aren't you? Have you been looking into any colleges?" The older man's chair creaked a bit as he reclined further while resting the ankle of one leg on the knee of the other.
"N-not yet." Jacob muttered.
"Well you should. Junior year is when high school students need to start looking. And if I recall..." His gaze shifted to a vanilla folder he had on the edge of his desk, which contained some of Jacob's records. "You have an outstanding academic performance. You scored in the top five percent out of the entire eleventh grade in our county for this year's state assessment. That is very impressive, Jacob."
"Uh, thanks"
Pierpont continued without acknowledging. "My point being that your academic history and behavioral conduct, with the exception of a few minor infractions, are not being called into question." He returned his eyes to the slouching coon. The vice principal didn't know whether or not Jacob intended to convey defiance or submission by keeping his eyes locked on the carpet. He also didn't know what he'd rather prefer.
"However, several of your teachers have voiced their concern regarding your emotional condition." Jacob's eyes widened slightly and Pierpont found it hard to suppress a his grin. Finally he had gotten some kind of reaction out of him. "Is there anything that's bothering you, Jacob?"
"Uh, nothing in particular, no." Jacob replied while silently screaming in his head "Something bothering me? Everything bothers me you fucking idiot! This sucks!" Jacob was a master at the refined art of keeping his emotions undetectable.
"I see." continued the older male. "Actually what prompted our little discussion we're having today was a short story that you wrote in Mr. Lindall's class." He paused to add emphasis. "With themes of suicide." Both remained silent for a few moments. "Jacob, have you ever considered seeking... professional help?"
"No."
"And are you opposed to it?"
Jacob pondered this for a second. "Well, yeah, I am opposed."
Pierpont sighed and with some effort lifted his slightly overweight body from his chair, slowly making his way to the only window in his office, facing away from Jacob. It was white outside. "So you say that you can identify no definitive problem, though one exists, and that you would refuse the advice of someone more capable of resolving this situation than myself, as far as a comprehensive education in psychology is concerned." He reached with a large paw and partially closed the Venetian blinds, giving them some privacy from the white. "But you are a part of my school and it is my job to resolve things of this nature."
He continued to make his round of the office, apparently considering his options, until he was standing next to Jacob. Jacob looked at his principal's leather loafers and then suddenly tensed all over. Without warning Mr. Pierpont reached his masculine paw down and clasped Jacob's smaller one and guided it to the swelling base of his canine shaft. Time seemed to stand still as seconds stretched into boundless infinities. It felt warm, and far thicker than his own. The larger paw kept applying pressure, causing Jacob's palm to caress the growing erection through the confining pair of dress slacks. Pierpont then interlaced his fingers with Jacob's and continued to masturbate himself with the aid of the student's paw.
Jacob didn't even consider objecting. His mental faculties were numbed by the sheer shock of being forced to paw off his vice principal. It was as if he were watching a film of himself sliding his paw up and down the towering canine's shaft without being able to interact. The room was silent other than the sound of moving fabric and an occasional huff from Pierpont. Suddenly Jacob's paw was released. After taking a few moments to relax his breathing he issued the command to the young coon a bit more sternly than he intended it to sound "Remove my belt." Jacob remained still. Pierpont grinned and gently put his index finger under the boy's chin and raised his head, forcing eye contact. Jacob's expression was a mixture between apprehension and confusion. A heavy blush could be seen under his fur. "Remove my belt." Pierpont's said with brown and mischievous eyes.
Jacob blinked a few times and then registered what was being said. Shakily he raised his arms and began unbuckling his principal's belt. His paws were functioning as if he had been out in the cold for hours. After clumsily succeeding he slid the belt from around the large waist and let it fall to the floor. "Good boy. Now, finish what you've started." The man's clothed erection was lewdly jutting toward the boy and it looked quite uncomfortable. He heard a sigh of relief as he pulled the zipper past the large protrusion. A bit more hesitantly he grabbed the waist band of Pierpont's underwear and tugged them down. Pierpont chuckled as the coon's eyes widened at his exposure.
"Stand up." Jacob's knees felt weak, but he obeyed. He felt some resistance in his pants and realized that he too was very aroused. The coon still couldn't bring himself to defy the powerful canine. His consciousness was receding deeper and deeper within himself, rendering him as little more than a sex toy.
"Now, bend over my desk as far as you can manage while still being able to pull your pants down. Do it slowly." He undid his pants and began inching them down his waist while preforming somewhat of a balancing act due to bending over the desk without using his arms for support. "Raise your tail." He peeked over his shoulder and saw Pierpont working his shaft with his paw. After raising his tail high he slowly pulled down his pants and underwear simultaneously giving his vice principal a tantalizing show of his enticing ass coming into view.
Pierpont only admired the prostrate boy for a few moments before approaching. He placed his hands on the boy's hips and forced him to widen his stance by nudging his legs open with his own. The canine gave a wicked grin at seeing the coon's pink entrance and taut scrotum beneath. Jacob's ears perked at the sound of Pierpont spitting followed by the wet sound of himself coating his cock thoroughly.
Jacob could hear the sound of his own heart pounding. He had never even fooled around with someone before and now he was going to be fucked like a little girl by a man easily old enough to have fathered him. He finally tried to voice a protest but his words would no longer form themselves. What came out instead was something between whimpering and stuttering. Pierpont was quick to silence him anyway by tenderly saying "Shh... just try to relax."
Jacob squeaked as the slick and swollen head of the older man's cock came into contact with his body. The sensation of stretching to accommodate Pierpont slowly penetrating him was awkward, but not entirely unpleasant, at first. The canine suddenly breeched the initial resistance of the small pucker and slid himself half way inside the hot confines of Jacob's body. Both males groaned simultaneously, one in pleasure and one in pain. Jacob had to bite his lip to keep from screaming and quickly tasted blood. Pierpont let out a deeply satisfied moan as he sunk the rest of his rigid sex into the young student's backside.
Jacob could not have been more relieved to feel the fleshy hips and stomach of his vice principal pressing against him signifying that he didn't have to fit any more inside of himself. Pierpont began to merely sway his hips back and forth, still buried inside of the coon, in an attempt to give him some time to adjust to his size. Even though Jacob's fists were balled and his eyes were watering the pain was starting to subside. He noticed a picture that on his principal's desk. It showed Pierpont and two young children, apparently relatives. They were smiling and waving while fishing at a lake. Jacob found it ironic.
Mr. Pierpont gripped Jacob's hips and began a slow rhythm, barely withdrawing himself from the boys body before sheathing his throbbing cock again. With a devious grin he angled his hips in such a way as to thoroughly massage the boy's prostate with the head of his cock. Jacob unwillingly let out a throaty moan that would have been more fitting for a woman and clenched tighter around his vice principal's throbbing erection.
"You like that hmm?" The older male said as he looked down to watch his cock disappear and reappear from the coon's body over and over again. He paused, drawing his penis nearly all the way out of the boy and then put his weight into driving it back in forcefully. Again Jacob cried out like a girl. Pierpont repeated this process again and again, setting a fast and rigorous rhythm that would be considered genuine fucking. Jacob had to clasp a paw over his mouth to keep from making too much noise. His muffled cries, Pierpont's heavy breathing, and the sound of their bodies colliding with each thrust were now the only things that could be heard.
The relentless pounding on Jacob's prostate took its toll as the young coon suddenly arched his back as his cock released itself all over the vice principal's desk. He began to grow impossibly tight and contracted erratically around Pierpont who was thrusting as furiously as he could, much like he did when he first took his wife's virginity. It was quite tempting to knot the young boy with his last thrust, but he didn't want to damage him. He lifted Jacob to his tip toes by grinding his hips into him as hard as he could without tying and allowed himself to release the copious amount of semen he was holding back.
Pierpont only spent a little while basking in the afterglow of sex before withdrawing. He walked around the desk while tucking his erection back inside his pants and zipping them up. Jacob hurriedly did the same even though his backside was very wet. "You may return to class now Jacob. Just no more of your stories, okay?" The coon remained silent but moved to the door and tried to open it but realized it was locked. Clumsily he unlocked it and began to leave,
"Oh, and Jacob" The boy turned to see his vice principal offer him a coy wink. "Cheer up."
Still in a complete state of shock Jacob quickly made his way to his locker to retrieve his coat. He put it on and found the nearest exit and surrendered himself to the whiteness with no destination in mind.