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The whole thing started with a glance. Just a glance I noticed from a fox sitting a few desks down from me on the left. The auditorium-style classroom held about 300 people at max capacity, but currently less than 75 students were present to listen to the lecturer in Environmental Science 101. I was bored, having realized quickly this lecture merely repeated the relevant parts of the textbook, which I'd already read. The cute fox was probably just as bored. This was probably a class he was taking, like me, as part of the requirements for the general courses for a degree. It wasn't a difficult class and the lecture was droning on, so I decided to have a little fun. The lights were low and we were sitting in the back row; nobody else was nearby, as people generally chose to spread out rather than clump together.

I snuck a peek at the fox again out of the corner of my eye. He was a nice, big guy, probably a junior or senior finally getting around to taking some of the required general courses. He was in good shape, maybe 6-foot-1 or so, with a nice dark russet fur color and white socks on his paws. Like I said earlier, very cute. I decided I'd have him right then and there, all from a glance.

I scooted my rump forward on the chair and hiked up my hoodie a bit, revealing my upper thighs, then I lifted my paw to my muzzle, making a cough. The fox's ears swiveled a bit and he turned his head slightly, glanced away, and did a classic double take. I love that expression - first the surprise, then the disbelief, then the comparison, and finally the hunger. The fox's eyes widened and he leaned ever so slightly forward in his chair. Then, perhaps realizing he may attract my attention, he pretended he was merely reaching for something in his backpack. I could sense his eyes on me the whole while, so I pulled my paw free of my hoodie pocket, "accidentally" lifting the sweater up another half inch or so. The fox coughed hard and had to turn away, forgetting entirely what it was he was going to pull out of the backpack as cover. I almost grinned; it's really hard to keep a straight face sometimes.

I should explain why the cute fox is acting so strangely. I'm a pretty ordinary-looking tiger: orange fur, black stripes, white chest, blah blah blah. I'm pretty short and skinny, too, even though I'm 20 I look like I could still be in high school. I like to wear big baggie hoodies. My favorite is a big red one with no zipper. It comes down almost to my knees because it's probably three sizes too big.

I know it's kind of a fashion to dress like that, but for me, it's kind of a necessity sometimes. Well, not really, but I like wearing shorts. See, I got a big dick. I mean, seriously big. Think of a large cock, right? Now make that bigger. It's almost embarrassingly large, but I think it looks really big because I'm such a skinny guy. The sheath kind of hangs off my lower belly with a satisfying weight to it. Like, if I don't wear underwear or something, I can really feel it bouncing around as I walk. I don't do that too much because it really turns me on and popping a boner is sometimes hard to hide in public.

When I wear my red hoodie, though, I can wear these nice tight shorts I found. They're kind of stretchy and only a little baggy, but they fit really nice and feel good against my cock. I need a little space to hold my balls comfortably because they're pretty big too. They're not the most massive nuts, you know, but they're proportional to my dick, which is pretty nice.

So my sheath is pretty long, like, bigger than some people's normal erections. That's how big I am, bigger completely soft than a lot of people are fully hard. It's easy to tease people with it, I discovered. Like this cute fox staring at my lap.

When I scooted my hips forward, I made the fabric of my shorts bunch up around my balls and sheath. By lifting the hoodie, I could expose just a bit - the roundness of my nuts and the first inch or so of my sheath, which, like I said, is bigger flaccid than a lot of people are totally hard, so I already look like I'm packing serious heat, right? And he thinks I'm just a tiger with a big erection. I mean, seriously big, though, or he wouldn't be staring.

Here's the fun part, now that I've got his attention. I pull the hoodie up a bit higher, exposing another inch. The way the shorts pull down around the bulge is pretty hot - I know because I've looked at it that way in the mirror. I catch some movement in the corner of my eye so I know he's noticed, and I decide to really turn up the heat.

Reaching down, I pretend to merely be adjusting myself by pulling the tight shorts loose, but I make sure my wrist squeezes into my sheath. It's an easy way to show off that you're totally soft. I felt it twinge against my wrist at the pressure, but also at the idea of showing off for this cute fox. I didn't do this often and it always got me excited eventually.

I tried not to twitch my ears, but I didn't hear him breathe for probably a good twenty seconds as I tugged my shorts loose, though perfectly draped around my bulge. As I put my paws back in my hoodie pocket, I made sure to slide the red sweater up another inch.

Now I know I had his attention. I casually glanced over at him; he didn't notice, transfixed as he was on my bulging shorts. Good. I almost smirked - sometimes it was just too easy. I slowly, ever so slowly, lifted the sweater upwards, exposing now almost half of my sheath against my shorts.

Here's the thing. He's looking at my balls, right, and they're pretty big. He's impressed. This fox thinks, "Okay, he's got an impressive pair. But his dick probably isn't as big." Then I start showing just a bit, and he thinks I'm hard. "Okay," he thinks, "that's pretty impressive too. Very nice." That's when I do the wrist trick and show off how soft I am. "Wait, that's... not... hard?" he thinks. This is where I really can mindfuck them. Because I'm only showing half my length, and his brain is telling him, "Nah, he's just short and thick." But here I am, showing him only half my length, and it's already pretty damn long. There's no way the fox would put what I was showing him at this exact moment in the "small" category.

I decided to go for it and really fuck his brain over. I pulled my paws out of my hoodie and stretched them over my head while simultaneously sliding down another few inches on the seat, retightening my shorts fully around my balls and sheath. By stretching, I pulled the hoodie up over my belly, revealing inch after inch after inch of cock - the most cock this fox has probably ever seen on anyone, let alone a skinny tiger like me. I can't even show all of my sheath this way - the hoodie is too long and my sheath is too long, too. I roll my head towards the fox nonchalantly as I lower my arms, which pushes the hood down over my smooth shorts and bulge.

"Did you catch that last part? Did he say 1953 or 1958?" I whispered.

The fox's eyes darted towards mine, broke away, then back, down to my crotch, and back to me. His mouth dropped open and I giggled on the inside.

"What?"

"Did he say 1953 or 1958?" I whispered again.

The fox stammered for a moment, then shook his head. "Sorry, don't know."

I smiled and nodded. "No problem."

I feigned returning my attention to the lecture by readjusting my seating position. I leaned forward a bit and lifted my hoodie high, up to my nipples. Under my hoodie I had a comfortable t-shirt - not too tight, but not too loose, either. It hugged my chest and belly just the right amount. My shorts rode up past my hips, lifted by my sheath, as I jutted my hips into the air and held onto the armrest with one paw. The other paw I swept underneath my rump to grab my tail. I held the pose for just a moment, knowing the fox was watching, and made sure he could see the outline of my bulging sheath really clearly.

This is gonna really break him, I bet. No way he won't pop a stiffy at this. He's looking at me from the side, right? So I'm a skinny tiger, though I have a pretty nice ass, and with my cock outlined by my shorts the way it is, he can really appreciate just how fuckin' thick I am. It's a really big cock for my frame because it almost looks as thick as my stomach, which is pretty thick when you think about it. And not just thick, but long. I lift my head a bit, pushing my chest forward, and I can squish the top of my sheath into my chest fur. Which I do, just to show off. I mean, my muzzle is barely an inch away from my huge sheath and I'm not even trying. The tiger shifts in his seat and moves his textbook from the pull-out desk to his lap. He's trying to cover it up, but I know he's got one of the hardest boners he's ever had in his life. That's the power of my cock.

I have to turn my head and cough after I finally get my butt back onto the seat so that I don't give it away by giggling. It's just fun to watch their expressions. The awe at the size of it. The look of shock when they realize I'm not even hard. The desire that so quickly follows...

The lecturer drones on. I cast a quick glance around, but nobody pays attention to the back row, and the steep chairs hide my hips anyways, so I decided to really tweak the fox.

I turn towards him again, staring at him, but I keep my hoodie pulled up, revealing my magnificent bulge. Now he has a choice, because I saw his eyes dart towards my face. He knows I see him. He knows that I know he's watching. He knows I know he's hard.

So I reached down with one paw, very lazily, nonchalantly, and give the base of my sheath a nice, big squeeze with my right paw.

The beauty of this move is that I'm still soft, so all that warm cockflesh just pushes out between my spread fingers. He's on my left, so he gets a full view of just now fucking big I really am. I don't change my expression, but inside, my heart is beating. It's almost addictive, the kind of control you can exert over a size queen when you figure them out.

The fox whimpered. Now I can't help but turn up the corners of my mouth in a wicked smirk, which he also saw. I squeeze again and sigh before removing my paw, sticking both hands in the hoodie pocket, and covering myself.

The fox finally broke his gaze from my crotch and turned his head towards me. His mouth is open and I can even spot a bit of drool on his lip. I winked and stood up to walk towards him. As I approached, I turned to the side and whispered, "Excuse me."

Here's the really mean part. As I passed him, I lifted my hoodie and pretended to stumble a bit. I pressed my hips forward, really letting him get a nice, close look at my bulge. I steadied myself with a paw on his shoulder and whispered a very insincere apology before righting myself and continuing down the row and out the door.

I walked across the hall to the restrooms. They were singles, which was useful, because as I stood in the doorway, I heard the auditorium door open behind him. I didn't bother turning around as I walked into the bathroom and let the door close behind him, weaving my tale as I went.

The fox had the door open and was inside less than ten seconds later. I turned around and leaned against the wall, paws hiding my bulge in the hoodie's front pocket.

"Lock the door."

The russet-furred fox did, though his eyes stayed fixated on my hips.

"I'm... I'm straight," he whispered.

I didn't say anything in response. I didn't need to. He might be straight, but he couldn't keep his eyes off my fuckstick. This was going to be fun.

I pulled my hoodie off slowly, lifting it over my head and pulling it down my arms. I tossed it over the hand dryer on the wall to the left of the door, then leaned back against the wall, hips jutting out. My shorts hung from the fat top of my sheath like a coat on a hook. The waistband was lower than the top of my cock, so I reached down and gave myself another nice squeeze.

The fox whimpered again. His paws covered his privates, obviously trying to hide the desperately hard boner in his jeans. I looked at his hands, then back up at him, a knowing look on my face. His eyes squinted as he struggled to control himself, but his knees wobbled slightly.

I gave myself another squeeze and was rewarded by a few inches of my cock sliding free. The shorts pulled my tip forward, hanging from the fat meat, outlining its thickness. And I was still soft! The fox's left paw moved slightly, rubbing his fingers against his crotch ever so slightly. I noticed, though. I always noticed.

My cock kept growing as I squeezed a few more times. It was pretty easy for me to get hard and I was getting a little impatient. I wanted to feel that fox's tongue on my shaft. But, on the other paw, I also wanted to watch his mental turmoil a while longer.

I decided to go with the latter plan just to really churn this big male's balls. I tugged the hem of my fitted shirt down with one paw and reached into my shorts with the other. I dragged my fat shaft up, under my shirt, then let the fabric cling back around my length. The fox was really hard now and his paw moved more quickly. He wasn't going to care if I watched him jerk it over my cock in a few minutes at the rate he was losing it. I grinned ear to ear as I leaned back, hips sticking out, watching my cock crawl up my belly under my shirt.

He panted as the thick tip pushed up my sternum, whined when the magnificent shaft stretched past my nipples, and moaned unashamedly as it stretched the collar of the t-shirt. And it was thick, too, as thick as my own arm, which I demonstrated for him. I still wasn't fully hard, but I was pretty much there. My huge cock leaned outwards against my t-shirt, stretching the cotton. It was how I ruined most of my shirts, to be honest, but I couldn't help myself. The fox's face was worth it.

His paw undid his pants and he reached into his underwear, desperately stroking himself as he stared at him. I gave him a show, sliding my fingers up and down my length, stroking the throbbing pole. Eventually I tugged my shorts down, revealing the base of my massive shaft and my heavy balls. They hung nearly down to my knees.

His eyes locked on my body as I hoisted my shirt a few inches at a time. My cock was nice and smooth. I didn't have too many veins going around it, just one or two big ones near the base. It was black, too, which I liked. His, I could tell, was a dark red color. His balls must be really churning, I thought, as I kept pulling my tight, thin shirt higher and higher, exposing more and more of my monstrous shaft. The pole bowed outwards, only the fat crown stretching against the hem of my shirt.

I let out a moan of my own when it flopped forward finally. I was too big to get hard straight up and down. Instead, my cock hovered in air at about a 45-degree angle from my hips. I had to use my tail to counterbalance as it lurched upwards before dropping back down, bouncing at the base off my fat nuts before rising majestically into the air once more.

The fox dropped to his knees as drool dribbled off his lower lip. His paw was a blur on his own cock as he stared at mine. I used both paws on my cock, starting at the tip, leaning forward to reach, then thrusting slowly through my spread fingers, purring lustfully all the while, until I'd pumped my hips up into the air and had my paws around my fuzzy white sheath.

"Give it a kiss."

I pushed the shaft down and took a few steps forward, aiming the huge length at the fox's glazed face. He whimpered and reached up for it with one paw; the other refused to budge from his own rock hard shaft. He opened his mouth wide and pressed forward, slathering the tip of my shaft with his tongue.

He wasn't great, but he wasn't bad, either. The thing about having a huge cock is that people are excited to gnaw on your dong and that eagerness makes up for technique.

I shoved my hips forward and watched as the fox's eyes opened wide. My massive cock stretched out his lips, filling his muzzle, but I wasn't even a third of the way in. His paw slipped up and down my smooth length rapidly, which felt really good. He had to pull his head back to take a breath, but kept his lips planted against my smooth ebon cockflesh. That felt really nice and I shivered as my cock trembled. Some clear pre-cum burbled out of the tip. Not as much as you might think - if there was one thing I didn't like about my cock, it was that I wasn't a huge cummer. You'd think I'd have loads in the gallons, and they were pretty big, bigger than most, but not as epic as my cock was size-wise.

Still, this fox's muzzle felt really good and that helped get the juices flowing. I thrust forward a few times, sliding the girth of my shaft across the fox's cheek and eye, to the side of his muzzle. He gurgled, hips jerking, paw flying furiously over his cock now, beating his meat in desperation as he ogled my length. He was lucky I'm not really much of a dom - if I could do this to a male whenever I wanted and I was into the really kinky stuff, who knows what trouble I'd get into?

I grinned and stared down at him, watching as he eagerly licked and suckled my cock. Time to really end him, I decided. He was going to dream about my dick tonight. And probably for a long while after that.

"You like sucking my dick, huh?" I asked, smearing some pre-cum into his cheek. "It's big, isn't it? Really big. Probably the biggest you've ever seen."

The fox moaned in desperation and leaned over, ears twisted forward, tongue lapping desperately around my bulging urethra on the underside of my shaft. His paw groped at his own erection, a blur on the dark red skin.

"You must like my cock because you're jerking it pretty hard," I continued, keeping my voice casual, though my cock was really getting hard now. This part was always the best. Something about turning a male into a moaning cockslut really made my balls churn.

"Look at you, jerking over my cock. Pathetic."

The fox whimpered and wrapped his arm around my shaft. His muzzle opened huge and he swallowed my tip again. There was no way he'd be able to throat me, but he tried, which was impressive. Felt good, too. My cock bucked a few times and I really stuck the dagger in.

"You're gonna make me cum, you know?" I said. "I'm gonna cum all over your face. You'll like that, won't you, cockslut?"

The fox's whole body went rigid when I called him a cockslut. He knew I wasn't lying and that made him even hornier. His lips clamped around my tip and I shuddered as I felt my orgasm slide up my massive cock like a wave of pleasure. I leaned backwards, hands on my rump, pushing my hips forward, forcing my cock to the back of his throat as I came.

He came too - I could feel the violent shivers as he came harder than he probably ever had. They always came hard over my fat shaft. I pulled my hips back, yanking my cock from between his lips, and used both of my paws to finish off on his face, leaving streaks of cum across his smooth red fur. He groaned and opened his mouth, so I obliged and pumped a few loads over his tongue.

"Look at you. What a slut."

He swallowed and I smiled even more widely.

"Lick it clean."

The fox whined, looking up at my skinny body, unable to believe what he was doing. His tongue came out and he obediently licked my shaft clean. I let him keep at it until I was only semi-hard, then leaned down to hoist up my shorts. My cock tented outwards, pointing down the right leg, so long still that a good few inches went past the end of the leg almost to my knees. I pulled on my hoodie next and adjusted myself so that my cock pointed upwards, against my chest.

I walked to the door and turned sideways. With my paws in my hoodie pockets, I could keep my cock upright, which, in the baggy clothes, pretty much hid I had a hard-on. I let go, though, so that the huge shaft fell forward. The tip stretched outwards beautifully and the fox's paw stroked his cock harder yet. He moaned, bit his lip, and came again. He looked pretty cute with his face all scrunched up and his chest and belly taut. His tail wagged behind him furiously as he stared through half-closed eyes at my bulge.

I winked and left the bathroom, leaving him kneeling in his own cum. I never hung around for the cleanup.

I carefully returned to my seat and caught the end of the lecture. The fox didn't come back to class. He was probably still jerking it to the image of my huge shaft bobbing in air in front of him.

I grinned. Maybe this class would be a little more fun now that I had a hungry cockslut to service me whenever I wanted. I might sound a little confident about that, but trust me. He may think he's straight, but no male can resist my cock.

And it all started with a glance.