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It’s always just a touch unfair. Gabriel, a bulky skunk, leaned forward and focused on the stacked papers that needed grading in front of him. At the rate he would be making so many notes, he would be through at least two red pens by the end of it. He started to wonder if he should take it personally that it seemed like none of his students were paying any mind to him. He finished marking up a paper, wrote a C- on top, and moved on to the next paper.
He rubbed his temples looking over the next paper as he noticed that the first two questions were already answered incorrectly. He almost cursed as he leaned back at his desk. He didn’t, he bit his tongue and surveyed the classroom. The clock on the wall read out that it was half past three. School had only been out for approximately 15 mins. The sounds of kids shuffling around in the halls, lockers slamming, and busses revving up were white noise to him at this point in his career.
Typically, this cacophony of noise was like an alarm to him. It let him know that it was about time to wrap up his day and head home to the peace and quiet of his bachelor life. This isn’t to say that he is miserably alone. Gabriel had his occasional flings, but he enjoyed his solitude. The skunk stood at a towering 6 feet 5 inches. He maintained his figure quite nicely, arms and chest were well toned, he had a bit of a gut from drinking but nothing that he wouldn’t consider beyond a ‘father figure’. From the waist down he tried to maintain some mystery. Baggy pants covered the well toned firm ass and often hid with no problem his tucked bulge often masked behind a tight compression jock. While it hid the package well, it did nothing kind to the amount of musk that would build up by the end of the day.
Unfortunately, on this third Friday of the month, where the noise would signal for him to shuffle the papers into his messenger bag and be on his way, it was his turn to host detention.
Gabriel put his hands on his desk, pushed against it to stand up and moved over to the open door waiting to see what mischievous devils would be sent his way and for what reason he would have to spend another hour of his Friday at the school. The time was nearing 3:30pm, the time that detention started, and no one had shown up yet. He gave a sigh of relief as he thought he may have the day early and no one would have detention. The foot traffic died down until there was hardly a soul left in the halls.
The skunk turned and walked back into his classroom checking his watch again. Even if no one showed on time, he would still wait 5-10 mins after just to make sure. He began gathering his papers and organizing them into a stack to drop into his bag when he heard a small cough from his doorway. His ears twitched and he turned to face the door with an unfazed expression. There stood a student, notice of detention in hand. His torso and face shrouded in a baggy teal hoodie, he wore cargo shorts and had on grass stained sneakers. His legs were the only thing to tell the color of his fur. Snow white and clean. His head hung low with the front of his hoodie pulled over his eyes, not in defiance but in clear shame. A long pink tail of a mouse hung down low and wrapped around one ankle. His superhero marked up backpack was pulled up on his shoulders, adjusted correctly, and taken care of quite well. Gabriel couldn’t quite tell who this was, but whoever it was made an honest mistake to be here and for a moment he took pity.
Gabriel approached the child towering over him and took the note gently from the extended hand. “Teacher: Mrs. Bristle. Student: James M. Reason: Inappropriate behavior.” Gabriel's muzzle wrinkled as he read over the note. Mrs. Bristle was always a thorn in his side as she often over reacted to student’s behavior and gave out detention like it was her only job in the school. This made the mouse, who he now knew was James look even more sad as he continued to stand there at the door.
“Have you ever had detention before?” Gabriel’s voice was soft, trying his best to reassure the already intimidated boy. He simply shook his head no. “Do you have something to work on or to read?” Again a silent reply yes with no eye contact. “Come on in and take a seat at any desk. No one will have to know you’re here.” At that, the boy stepped through the threshold of the classroom and made his way to the closest desk to Gabriel's own. Gabriel checked the hall again. No one. He then shut the door and moved a curtain over to cover the small window in the door that he had installed to keep student’s privacy for instances like this.
Gabriel walked back over to his desk standing this time in front of it and leaning back sitting on the corner. He crossed his arms and looked down at the boy who now sat with his hands folded in his lap. “The curtain is closed, no one will see you’re in here or talk about you. You can take this hood down now.” Though he was trying to be reassuring, there was a tone to his voice that was authoritative. With tiny shaky hands, the mouse moved to lower his hoodie. “It’s just to make sure you’re not sleeping.” He followed up to again insure that he was not in anymore trouble.
It was once the hoodie dropped that Gabriel truly saw the state of James. Matted fur under his light blue eyes showed streaks of where tears had run. The same eyes, red, he assumed from rubbing them. The tuft of fur on his head was disheveled by the hood. Though the hood was now off, his ears were still flat to his head. As the two made eye contact, the boy started to sniffle again and tears welled up in his eyes.
“There’s no need to cry, I promise this will be real easy. You don’t seem like the kind of kid to get in trouble. You’re not a repeat offender and if I know Mrs. Bristle, it probably wasn’t something that even warranted punishment.” He squatted down in front of the desk bringing himself eye level with the mouse. Gabriel was known as a hard ass to the 5th grade classes he normally taught, but he wasn’t without heart. He turned back still squatting in place and grabbed a box of tissues off his desk offering them to the boy. He took them with a small squeak of thanks.
“Now, as for what’s going to happen here.” He stood once again. “I’m going to sit at my desk and you will sit at yours. Work on whatever you like, and if you need help, I’m right here. We will be here until 4:30pm. Is that understood?” Another silent nod as he blows his little pink nose. “Very well.” And at that, Gabriel returned to his seat.
Not even 5 minutes passed until the phone on his desk began ringing. Caller ID said that it was Principal Richards. Another individual Gabriel didn’t really care for. He picked up the phone and through mixed tones and conversations and a perplexed look on James’s face the whole time, Gabriel was made aware that faculty should be gone before 4pm that day and asked him to lock up the building after detention. This wasn’t something new, but it did mean that he wouldn’t be out of the building before 5pm that day and just prolonged his day. He sighed and hung up the phone glancing back over at the papers on the desk that asked for another barely passing grade.
Instead his eyes moved from the papers to the boy sitting in front of him who now had a book out propped up in his lap. The exterior of the book was covered in an elastic book cover and his eyes were fixated on the pages. It obscured most of his lap and torso. As a mouse, he was by default small, but Gabriel had to admit that it was impressive that the majority of the boy could be obscured behind a textbook. He looked on James with bewilderment as he wondered what a mild mannered boy could have done to land him in detention.
It was just then in this puzzled trance that he noticed something. A slight motion in the right shoulder of the boy. His eyes were so focused on something in front of him that Gabriel didn’t think that the boy had even registered that eyes were on him. Out of curiosity, he slowly started to stand from his desk. If James was texting, that would be another detention the following week, but that wouldn’t be his problem. As his gaze met the top of the book and exposed more of James behind the book, he quickly realized what ‘inappropriate behavior’ meant.
Masked behind the textbook James took hold of his small cock and had been rubbing himself through his pants. The open text book pages in front of him were that of an anatomy book and he was looking at genital diagrams. Never once did James look up to see he was being watched.
Gabriel, a little taken back in the moment and lacking the words to chastise the boy simply, slowly sat back down at his desk. Picturing the boy locked in the pictures rubbing himself caused a heat within himself to stir. A twitch in his pants began to bulge at his jock. He tried to ignore it but James was sitting right in front of him and he knew what he was doing. Another twitch and the jocks strained to contain the monster within.
Flaccid is one thing with Gabriel, but hard, he had a tendency to break through jocks and even rip jeans. He was in danger of being exposed if he didn’t do something. The desk had a front plate cover and while teaching, Gabriel had in the past, unzipped his fly and let the monster loose under the desk until he could do something about it after school or over a lunch break. His monstrous cock when fully grown had the girth of a water bottle and the length of a ruler and a half. Slowly, he reached below his desk and tried to quietly fish out the member before it could damage anything. The musk wafted up at him from beneath the desk as it twitched in the fresh air, the foreskin sticking while rolling back creating a sensation that’s hard to describe but incredibly pleasurable. He felt a bead of precum collect on the tip before dripping down and landing on the rug that by this point was used to the treatment. Once the freedom was there, he placed his hands slowly back on the desk trying not to think about the issue anymore.
Another few minutes goes by as he watches this boy not turn a single page. His shoulder is still slightly bouncing under the hoodie. He had to do something as his own member twitched and hit the bottom of his desk every time with a soft, unnoticed, thud.
No matter what Gabriel thought he could do, he couldn’t look away from James. A light heat washed over his body causing him to start perspiring. The musk under the desk was one thing, but if that were to combine with sweat, he wasn’t sure how long he had until he could be smelled by the boy sitting directly in front of him. “W~what was it that you did to get detention again?” Gabriel asked, clearing his throat for attention.
James, realizing he had been lost in the moment, jumped in his seat, turned the page and looked up at Gabriel in fear. “I~I don’t know.” His shoulder stopped bouncing, but his breath was shallow and fast. Gabriel could almost hear his heart beat in the boy's chest.
“You sure it didn’t have something to do with that book you are reading?” Gabriel's questions were more pointed. He wasn’t sure where he was even going with this, but maybe if he could just call James out, then it would be enough to distract him with discipline.
James began to sob and slouched down hiding behind the book again. The words that followed were rapid and breathless. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! We were in the library learning about books and I found this and there are pictures of things and they made me feel weird! It made my thingy hard and Mrs. Bristle said that I was bad when she saw me with the book! She went to give me a detention slip and I put the book in my backpack! Is there something wrong with me? Am I bad?” He took more and more tissues from the box to blow his nose and wipe his eyes.
While Gabriel felt empathetic to the boy's story, he couldn’t exactly rush to his side to comfort him with the problem he was concealing under his desk. Instead he leaned forward and reached a hand over the desk asking for the book. With hesitation, the mouse handed it over. It didn’t take him long to find the page as it was dog-eared for, he assumed, later use. Sure enough, on the page was a side cut diagram of the male genitalia in its cartoonish renditions. Hardly something that Gabriel would consider phonographic these days, but he understood what the boy was going through and instead of chastising him and telling him he was bad, he tried a different approach.
“It’s okay.” He mimed taking a deep breath with James. “Curiosity is a perfectly natural thing in life and what you were looking at isn’t inherently bad, but what we do can be. For example, rubbing ourselves in public spaces around other people isn’t something we should do. Even if it does feel good.” He thought he had a hold of the situation and even felt his mind start to drift from the problem under his desk as he chose his words as carefully as he could.
“It does feel good!” James exclaimed in a shaky voice. “Does it ever stop feeling good?”
The dark fur over Gabriel’s face hid how much he blushed at this question and paused before answering, mouth agape. “No.” He said, trying to pull the words from the thinning air. “It doesn’t stop feeling good, but you need to learn when and where you can do that.”
“Do you ever do it?” James’s voice cut like a surgeon's knife through Gabriel’s brain. Instantly all his attention was back on the monster under his desk. His meat twitched and throbbed at the thought of stroking it. He wanted the attention more than anything. Another soft thump at the underside of the desk as precum pooled around the foreskin before dripping down again.
“I.. Um…” He struggled to find the right words. Was it best to lie to the boy and save face or make this a teachable moment that could help him grow? At the end of the day, Gabriel was a teacher. “Yes. I do.” He cleared his throat.
“Mine doesn’t look like the one in the book,” James once again, on top of the next question and ready, “does your’s?” At this point, James’s tears had stopped and he was leaning forward at his desk enraptured. This had been the most Gabriel had seen a student pay attention to him in a long time. Even if it was for all of the wrong reasons.
“Well, everyone looks a little different.” The heat in his body now boiling, he can feel his button up shirt dampen. Gabriel reached up and loosened his tie, clearing his throat again. He wasn’t qualified to be teaching any of this, but it should have been a lecture to him and not a detention and now the detention host found himself in the spot to lecture.
James moved to his knees on his chair and planted his palms down on the desk propping his torso up. “What does yours look like?” The air left the room and now Gabriel’s member was fully against the underside of his desk. His mouth hung agape as James waited with bated breath for some sort of satisfying answer.
“...That is a highly inappropriate question to ask someone, James!” His tone was stern and the white hot heat he felt turned his demeanor to one of condemnation.
Quickly James read the expression and shirked away. “S~sorry. I just…” He pondered for a moment before standing on his chair. Before Gabriel knew what was happening, James hooked his thumbs on the brim of his shorts and pushed them down exposing his lower half only 5 feet away from the awestruck teacher. His rock hard light pink uncircumcised cock looked only to be about 3 inches. His balls were pulled up tight to his body and as he exposed himself he held up his hoodie showing off that the white fur pattern was all over his body. “It’s just, mine looks like this, and it doesn’t look like the one in the book, is that bad?”
“James!” Gabriel shouted. His shock and disbelief overtook him as he watched this student fully expose himself to him. He was ready to write him up for several more detentions as he towered over the boy. But he shouldn’t have been towering over him. From sitting at his desk, he should have been eye level with the boy standing in the chair. In the heat of the moment and from shock and reaction, Gabriel had stood up. He felt his cock throb underneath his belly exposed now over the desk. The dark black member with its skin rolled slightly forward, pink tip oozing and leaking now pointing directly at James. That eye was now eye level with the boy. Gabriel froze solid, his shirt now soaked in sweat. There was a long moment of silence.
“Wow.” James finally said. His gaze locked on the tip as it bounced and put on a show for the attention. “Its so big!” Gabriel remained motionless and speechless. He can’t believe he just exposed himself this way. And even as James stepped from his chair leaving the shorts and underwear at his seat and approached the front of the teachers desk bottomless, Gabriel found himself unable to think clearly at all. “And… it smells good.”
“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” Gabriel sat down, grabbed his desk and pulled himself underneath to conceal his member again. “That’s enough! Back to your seat and put your damn pants back on!”
“B~but it looked cool! Better than the one in the book.” James’s hand went back to rubbing himself, this time more openly. He started to walk around the side of the desk to try and peak under. Gabriel felt trapped. He couldn’t move and the curiosity from this kid was now peaked. He raced through his mind trying to think of ways to get out of this mess and wasn’t coming up with a single thing to do. Sweat soaked through his shirt now and his pits were stinking with musk.
He put his hands on his head to think and in doing so, James moved closer to the seated teacher. His face level with Gabriel's pits. Gabriel could hear James take slow breaths huffing in the scent. “You smell so good.”
“What do you want, James. There is no way I walk out of this without going to jail, so what is it that I can do for you to get you to walk away from this without telling a soul?” His voice was scared. A little shaken. It was true, if James told anyone, Gabriel’s life would be over.
“I just wanted to see it.” His voice was soft in Gabriel's right ear as the boy huffed the musk through the shirt. “It looked so cool. I’ve never gotten to see another one before.”
“So If I show you, you won’t tell anyone?” Gabriel leaned forward resting his elbows on his desk and his head in his hands. “A super secret?”
James only nodded. It seemed he was going to get his way and that excited him so much. He bounced up and down and backed away allowing the teacher, his new examination toy, the room to get back from under his desk again.
Quickly Gabriel moved to the classroom door and bolted it shut. The only perk of schools these days was that there was now a deadbolt in the door that couldn't be unlocked incase of a lock-down. He bolted that one fast in case the janitors made their rounds, but they shouldn’t come til 7pm. Then walked back to the center of the room in front of the chalkboard.
James excitedly met him half way and once in the center the boy began examining the throbbing member. “Does it hurt? It looks heavy?”
“No, and yes, it is heavy.” There was a touch of defeated disdain in his voice as he said this trying not to watch as the boy looked it over. He could feel James’s breath over it as he just kept getting closer and closer. Then he gasped as two tiny hands began to explore pulling, rubbing, and stretching at the skin. Gabriel stifled a moan back as he felt more precum launch like a water pistol from the tip ruining the boys hoodie.
“What was that?” James said, removing his hands from the shaft to examine the hoodie’s new stain.
Through gritted teeth, Gabriel replied, “Precum. That happens when it’s excited.”
“Oh! Do I excite you, Mr.?” He giggled and threw his hands back on the member.
“You could say that.” Gabriel said as another sticky glob shot from the tip, marking a new spot predominantly. “Okay, you’ve seen it. Can we stop now?”
“What? No! I wanna see you rub it. You said it feels good right? Can I watch?” James pleaded with Gabriel looking up from under the throbbing member. His cock seemed excited about the prospect of relief. There was a deep turmoil churning away in his stomach as to weather or not he should. On one hand it would allow him to go back in his pants, on the other that would be something he would carry with him for life.
There was a deep sigh and Gabriel rolled his eyes. “I’ve come this far.” James bounced excitedly watching as Gabriel grabbed his rolling chair from behind his desk and moved it to the center of the room. He looked down at James, at the door (double checking the bolt and curtain), then down at his clothes soaked in sweat. “Mind if I get comfortable for this humiliation?”
James stepped back and watched as the teacher removed his loose tie and laid it on his desk and began unbuttoning his shirt hanging it on a hook on a wall to the right of the desk. He undid his belt, stepped from his shoes, then lowered and removed his pants and underwear. When he turned back around expecting to be fully exposed in front of James, he was almost unfazed as the boy had followed along and removed his hoodie and shoes too. The two were now alone in his classroom, naked, and both rock hard.
Gabriel walked back over to the chair and sat down in it and James made himself a front row view. Gabriel slouched in the chair and tilted his head back to the ceiling hoping to not focus on what horrific things he was doing and felt his tail hang off the end of the chair. Hole and Pole now exposed to James. He was sure that the musk there was unfathomable.
He began working his shaft slowly up and down as a show for the boy and questioned if he would even need to go to completion as he probably wouldn’t even know what that was yet. He just had to put on a little show and make sure that this true troublemaker was satisfied enough to never speak of this to anyone.
Precum rolled down his cock and Gabriel felt himself slip into his comfortable routine. One hand works the shaft and the other, the balls. However, it was hard to ignore the fact that he had help as the hand that worked his balls became three. The smaller hands delicately touching and prodding was like an angel's touch and Gabriel couldn’t help but moan out. Despite the fucked up situation he found himself in, it felt good and there was a part of him that really thought about completing here.
His hand began to lift at his balls exposing his hole better to his audience. He felt it pucker and relax and pucker again matching the strokes and touches. His finger lazily traced down to his ass where it was followed by another small hand. It was like he was trying to learn what to do and as the musk from his pits caught the wind up to his nose, he just let what happens, happens.
“Fuck kid, that feels good.” Gabriel moaned out. “You like the view? This is what you wanted.” His vulgarity intensified, lost in the pleasure and giving in to the moment.
“Y~yeah.” James’s voice was lost in a distant glaze over. Hypnotized by the sight of the man pleasuring himself in front of him. It wasn’t until Gabriel thrusted a finger into his ass to stimulate himself did James speak again. “W~what are you doing?”
“Playing with myself, like you asked me to.” Gabriel’s head rolled to the side in pleasure, his tongue almost out of his mouth. He was no stranger to the feeling of his ass being played with and many times did he like to put things in it to stimulate the prostate. Dildo’s, plugs, and in extreme moments of prolonged Saturdays on his couch jacking off, the tv remote would do.
“Doesn’t that feel weird?”
“No, it feels so good. When I play with myself like this, I often like to play with my asshole just like this. I sometimes will even put things in it. It’s just what men do.” Gabriel’s head pulled forward and he watched as James stares intently at the hole opening up and accepting the finger in.
“Like what kind of things?” His piercing blue eyes momentarily look up in complete fascination.
“Anything that will fit.” Gabriel replied back with a smirk. “Wanna touch it? You already touched my dick. What’s it going to hurt if you touch my asshole?”
The boys finger meets Gabriel's at the hole. It yawns open on release and the boy pokes the squishy entrance. He giggles a little before plunging an entire finger into the hole. Gabriel feels him poke and prod around pressing at delicate buttons inside causing him to moan and groan in pleasure. The sensation was over the top and the more he wanted to deny everything that was happening here, the more his body betrayed him. He sank lower into his chair and slowly picked up the pace. His precome coating his cock, the sounds of slick skin slapping became just a background noise.
James’s hand slowly followed after the finger feeling around the warm walls of Gabriel’s insides. The soft interior flesh rippled in delight from the visitor and in response, more of the slick liquid produced from the slit in Gabriel's cock, rolled down the foreskin, over his hand, down his balls, and around his hole getting on the hand of the young James which only allowed him more movement within.
Gabriel was giving into the pleasure of it all and disregarding the situation entirely. “Fuck yeah. Play with my ass. It feels so good when you do that.” It was almost disgusting what he was saying but the words were encouragement to the boy and as he talked more, the more the excited hand squirmed within him. He let his hole clench around the hand giving it a warm wet pull. “It likes you. Do you like it?” Gabriel smiled down at the boy who was giggling as he pulled his hand free with ease.
James took the slime covered hand and raised it up to his face giving it a measured sniff. His eyes glazed over, lost in the sensation and situation. The combined musk from the nervous sweat, his dick, and his ass was starting to permeate the room and for a moment he thought about opening a window, but the thought of hotboxing the room with musk also had his head spinning in sexual stimulation overdrive. “Smell good?” He asked as if seeking approval he knew was already there.
“Yeah.”
Gabriel spun his chair to the side, left hand on the back of his head exposing his sweaty pit to James. “Go on and sniff away then.” He smirked. The more he leaned into the perverted nature of this act, the better it felt. As he continued to work himself over he questioned why he would even deny himself the pleasure if this is what the boy wanted.
James wasted no time leaning in close to get a huff or two of the musky pits. Inches away, Gabriel could feel the wind shifting from the huffing, but he wasn’t touching. He took his precum covered, cock occupied hand and placed it on the back of his head and pulled him in so that his face was fully enveloped by the pit. For a moment, Gabriel could hear gagging and coughing, but it subsided to more huffs and even built to gentle licks that almost sent Gabriel over the edge without touching himself. But if he was going to finish, he wanted it to be worth it.
“You like the taste of my musk?” Gabriel cooed at the boy. James only nodded his head rubbing his face in the sweat. “My ass is even better.” At that, Gabriel stood from the chair and turned so that his ass was facing James. The height of the boy was almost perfectly in line to where the bottom of Gabriel's ass was. He reached behind him and spread his muscular cheeks, the hole yawning open once more on display for James.
There was a moment of silence and a pause in movement as Gabriel stood presenting the opportunity to James and James not knowing what to do in this moment. Gabriel's dick twitched again and he had to stifle completion once more. He was so close and if James would just play with his ass again, Gabriel would paint the wall in front of him easily. As James took no step forward, Gabriel took a step back towards the boy.
“Come on kid, take a whiff. Take a lick. It’s so good, and no science book is ever going to tell you about that?”
“O~okay.” James took a half step forward. His gaze looking almost straight up at the pulsating hole. He leaned in and sniffed a little. It was a raw, overwhelming, wave of pure musk. The teacher was right, it did smell good too. Despite everything he knew about butts, this was just a new experience for him and with every wink of that hole the musk renewed.
“Wanna give it a kiss?” Gabriel joked, expecting some out of line reaction from James. He laughed a little but was caught off guard when he felt two tiny lips against his hole. He could hear the sound of this kiss connect and break. It was one of the most pure and innocent kisses he had ever received and it wasn’t even on his lips. Instantly Gabriel needed more.
He lowered his ass to reconnect to James’s face, the hole easily finding its target again kissing back this time with passionate winks. He let go of his cheeks and let them hold the face of the boy still as his hands moved to the front of himself to resume masturbating. The more the kiss connected the more pressure he applied to the boys face and the more relaxed the winking hole became.
James, with his view now blocked by the ass entirely. His hands worked their way up to apply reverse pressure on the ass. What started as pure pleasure and joy in the sensation became a fight for breath, but anytime he tried to move, the cheeks flexed holing him in place and the downward pressure continued. Soon the kisses weren’t just on his muzzle, but they enveloped his muzzle. Penetrating the dark hole before pulling off, then pressing back again taking in a little more every time. Panic started to set in.
Gabriel was lost in bliss. He felt the boy thrashing and feeling him up. With all the assumed enthusiasm, he kept the routine up. Bouncing slowly on the face of the student. When he felt himself start to relax more, his hole opened up and he could feel penetration and that excited him more. He swore that he would hold off the climax as long as he could. He was riding a high that he was sure would never present itself to him again and he was going to take the full experience.
James felt the walls of the skunks anus on his snout, it was just as soft and warm and inviting as before but as the ring pushed past the muzzle and pressed up against the flat of his face he felt it loosen and expand around more of his face passing the eyes and working towards his pinned back ears. The air was stale and hard to breathe but he managed as best he could. His hands moved up and pressed on the underside of the cheeks, but with the sweat and precome that had dripped down Gabriel’s dick the cheeks were slick and hard to grasp.
Gabriel worked his foreskin over his cock stimulating every sensation that he could in the moment. His hole puckered and pulled on the face of the boy and he may not even have realized just how loose his hole had become, but he did say that anything that could fit was welcome. It wasn’t until he felt himself lower further than he had previously what all anything could be. His hole puckered around the neck of James holding him quite still. He could feel the hands beating and pushing at his butt. His eyes opened wide and he froze.
Gabriel had never taken anything so large. He could feel James’s head rolling around inside trying to find escape but had no such luck, the hands were panicked and trying their best to push himself free. Gabriel quickly stood up and felt his ass clench around the throat of the boy lifting him off the ground and not letting go. He thought about trying to push him out, but he was so close, and it felt so good, and he wasn’t sure how the boy was going to react upon release. Another thrash of the boy's body dangling off the floor sent his head into Gabriel's prostate and he had to hold back another explosion. He figured that the best thing to do was deal with one problem at a time and right now, that was his throbbing cock.
“Sorry, that just feels way too good.” Gabriel said in a hushed tone. He lowered himself back into a squat and planted James’s feet on the ground. It was like he was Gabriel’s own personal plug, and that drove him wild. He began jacking off even harder feeling his balls slap against the student’s chest. He continued to apply downward pressure, curious to see how much he could fit inside. The shoulders were a struggle but with enough determination and foreskin play, he managed to loosen enough to ease them in. It was more than he had ever stretched himself out before.
Gabriel's tongue rolled out of his mouth and he began huffing and chuffing as he bounced more on the boy, whose arms were slowly being locked to his side. With the amount of thrashing and flailing the boy was doing, it was like having a very active vibrator inside of him and the more he got close to completion the more he just thought of James as that, a toy.
James felt more of his body slip inside the walls of the man's ass. Slimy secretions built up on his fur lowering the resistance with every bounce he took. He tried to yell, but it was muffled. He felt mobility in his arms being limited as the hole expanded over his shoulders and down his chest. Though the moment was pure terror, he did have to stifle a moan as he felt the pucker glide over his nipples.
Gabriel bounced more intently as the hands worked his shaft faster and harder. He moaned in delight with less worry about keeping things on the quiet side. The sound of the boys body progressively going deeper in his ass was loud enough. He felt the elbows locking in and eventually buckling in front of the boy. He moaned as the sudden movement really kicked things into overdrive.
His bouncing turned to longer forced glides down. Part of him was impressed with how far he had gotten. The other part of him was enjoying the massive toy sensation. Either way, he planned on prolonging the sensation as long as he could and testing his limits. Further and further Gabriel would push down until he could feel James’s belly, stuck hands, and waist enter the hungry hole.
Gabriel had never gone this far with anything before but he found his body eagerly took in every inch of the boy with little to no resistance and in fact greedily suckled on the body until more was forced into it. He could, in detail, feel his ring form around James closing in on every fold of the hands that fought to grip anything they could and even felt as the students' tiny, in comparison, cock slipped into its fleshy chamber. The boys perky bubble butt popped inside of his own with a wet squelching pop. More than half of the boy was now inside of Gabriel. This worried but mostly excited him. He felt he could keep going, but what would happen if he did?
James inside, now with his body over half inserted into the teacher tried to use his newly trapped arms to push against the flesh walls of musk and slime. What once felt like rippling hugs turned to squeezes, and then to waves of pressure he fought against. With the strength of the clenching on him it would steal his breath every time squeezing the last of fresh air out of his lungs before forcing him to gasp in the stale air. He gagged. As he felt the ring lowering down his thighs, his head began to bend forward as the walls no longer worked with his intrusion, but forced him to conform to the shapes inside.
James began to tire. His resolve to fight fading in exhaustion as this monster consumed more and more of him. Helplessly, he began to cry and accept defeat. Whatever waited for him inside, he just had to accept at this point. He wrapped his arms around his stomach, and grunted in pain as the walls squeezed against him with such force, he thought for sure he was going to pop.
Gabriel, now at the knees of the boy, kept bouncing. His head rolled back in lost pleasure as he stroked his cock begging for the final permission to experience release. Every time he would get close he would think to himself, No, not yet, I can fit more. He would prove himself right again and again. His deep squats burned as he took this exercise of pleasure in strides. A pleasurable burn of leg day kicked in and he was now to the shins.
James, with knees now inside felt them double forward under the pressure of interior and exterior forces. Was this his fault he thought? He was only curious. Was this really the measured response to have? Maybe this was punishment and maybe he was bad for even picking up that book at all. The walls squeezed again forcing the air out of his lungs and this time they loosened less than before. His breaths of musky air were being drained. Sobbing, he closed his eyes.
Gabriel felt the knees buckle forward and despite wanting to hold off, they hit his prostate perfectly. Thick ropes of cum shot from his cock like floodgates on a dam breaking open. He had never experienced a climax so intense as what must have been buckets of cum flowed from his cock at high velocities splattering against the chalkboard. Leftover equations, notes, and scribbles slowly washed away in the opalescent liquid that collected in the chalk try.
As the high started to wear off, his body sank lower to sit on the ground until all he could feel keeping himself gaped were two, motionless, feet.
It was hard to say how long Gabriel sat there on the floor breathing deeply. He didn’t have an accurate point of reference for when everything began, but as he looked over at the clock on the wall, it did read 4:30pm. Detention was over. All of this caused the skunk to slowly back play all of the events that just happened and as he did so, his eyes widened in horror.
He stood up quickly from the floor feeling his head spin from how much fluids from sweat and cum he just expelled from his body. As he did so, he felt his stomach shift and that notorious hungry hole gave one last Slurp of betrayal as he felt the feet get sucked in and his hole close up behind savoring it’s meal. He looked down at his gut. The mouse had been so much smaller than Gabriel that he hardly noticed the figure in his lower gut protruding.
How was he going to explain this to the poor mouse? It was an accident, right? He just got carried away in the moment. It had felt so good and he didn’t know what was really happening. His cock, softening, twitched and his Kegels contracted. There was a sound from his gut. A muffled scream almost so quiet he couldn’t hear it followed by the sound of a crunch. It was a sensation, like a ripple through his body that created so much alarm in Gabriel. He had to get the student out. Now.
He fell to his hands and knees and arched his back pushing with all his might, but his body betrayed him with no movement. Desperation, he reached behind himself and tried to plunge a hand in to grab the ankle of the boy and pull, but the bulk of the skunk prevented him from getting anything beyond a finger or two inside himself. He could just barely feel the feet of the boy. As he pulled his fingers free, another twitch, another cry in pain, and another crunch.
Home. He needed to get home to try and truly take care of this issue with no fear of interruption. Quickly he threw on his clothes hardly bothering to button them, grabbed his bag, and ran for the door. His hand froze on the handle and he looked back over his shoulder. A superhero backpack, a small pile of clothes, shoes, and a book. He couldn’t leave those things for anyone to find. He was already fucked as it was. He gathered up everything in one scoop and threw it in the backpack, tucked it under his sports coat hiding it from cameras in the halls and marched off to the main doors of the school locking them behind him. Hopefully no one was left in the building.
Making his way through the parking lot he tried hard to focus on speed and not on the continued crunching sound and quieting sobs of pain. Once at his car he fumbled with his keys, jumped in throwing all the items he had in the passenger seat, started the car, and began driving away. He was 25 minutes away and if he rushed he could probably shorten that time. His hand rested on the lump in his belly. “I’m so sorry, kiddo. I just got carried away.” He spoke to the empty car. There was no response from his gut as another sickening crunch opened to no more screams. “But god, did you feel amazing.” His stomach churned and gurgled. A small amount of pain set in from discomfort. Like his body was now trying to reject an intruder that it so eagerly welcomed.
Cramps. The speed at which he traveled to rectify the situation became the speed to use a restroom. Surely this was his body’s way of returning James to him. He had his clothes in the bag. He had everything he needed to fix this. He would get home, push out James, shower him, make sure he was okay, and put this all to rest. Another groan from his stomach. He was fighting for his life to hold back from letting the student out here and now.
Suddenly there was a suge of lethargic and contempt energy that ran over him. Like that of over eating. His pants felt tighter on him, his belt stretching. He could hear the leather expand. A button popped from his shirt. The groaning continued. He wanted to double over at the wheel. This kid needed out and it was going to happen if Gabriel was ready or not.
On the backroads home, he knew of a lesser used gravel road obscured in trees. This would be his best shot and the drive from there home was rarely used, so if James needed to sit in the front seat unclothed, that wouldn’t be an issue.
His wheel cut quickly onto the gravel road sliding. The sound of the gravel almost drawing out the groan in his gut. Around a bend in the road he finally pulled the car over and threw open the door. He fumbled with the belt fighting the expanse as best he could. The pants came down and he even went to the length of taking them off. He moved to the passenger side and squatted down in the grass holding onto the side of the car and let his body do the rest.
It wasn’t long before his colin recognized the feeling and he didn’t even have to push. He felt himself open up willingly. Gabriel closed his eyes and strained. “Please be okay! Please be okay!”
The smell is what hit him first. If he did turn around and see James standing there unscathed, he was going to need the longest shower. Surly the ride home with the windows down would be enough to stand it. He shook his head and resolved himself. This was his fault, he would deal with the consequences. The next thing he noticed was the sound. Wet clumps. Like plaps of mud on mud fell freely from him. If James was coming out, it didn’t sound like he was out yet. And as he noticed the second thing, the third realization hit him. That gut feeling that he had that was so intense was now easing up. There was no way around admitting to himself that he was shitting the boy out, but he now felt that subsiding in him. Then suddenly, it all stopped.
“James,” Gabriel said, standing up slowly trying to calibrate all of the sensations that were rushing through him, “I am so so very sorry. I didn’t mean for this to hap~”. He stopped mid sentence as he turned around expecting to hug the stinking child. Instead, before him, was nothing more than a pile of excrement. Wasted nutrients that weren’t good enough for the body to break down. On top the pile, a cracked skull.
Horror welled up within Gabriel. Against better judgment he fell back against his car and screamed. He had never heard of anything like this happening before. What had he done!?
After a long moment of staring at the lifeless remains of the boy, he stood once more. Slowly and with a trembling hand he took the skull. He gave it one good shake to fling whatever he could off then looked back at his car. There was nothing he could do now. He was a murderer. He needed to turn himself in. He opened the passenger side door and placed the skull on the bookbag and softly shut the door.
Lost in his head, he walked slowly back to the driver side door disregarding his pants as he tossed them in the passenger seat. His mind raced with what happened and what would happen when all of this was found out. He took Predator to a whole new level and he was sure that he would get life or the chair.
James just looked so innocent. Gabriel started the car and began to turn it back to the road. And it just felt so good. His cock twitched from its limp position as he reminisced. He knew that the police station was 10 minutes to the right and home was to the left. Despite the immense weight of sorrow he carried for what happened, he had to admit that it did feel good. His erection slowly returned and he only noticed as it bounced and knocked under the steering wheel. Shame was the primary feeling, yet he still took hold of his member.
He sat at the end of the gravel road for a while contemplating what all happened. He looked over at the skull. “You did feel good.” He spoke to the skull in a somber voice. Gabriel gently lifted the skull looking it over in one hand, the other absentmindedly stroking himself again. “And you did want to see me pleasure myself. And you did bring me so much pleasure.” His cock now at full mast again poking up over the edge of the window. “You were such a good boy for me. You didn’t deserve detention.” His hands moved on their own as if over run by a new surging primal feeling inside. The skull in his palm lowered and made contact with the tip of his own cock. The slit slowly opening with a fiery sensation that he had never felt before. “You were just curious. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
His palm pressed down on the skull and he watched as the skull began to sink into the cock like shoving a marble down a straw. The lump is surrounded by a stretched cock and he took his hand above the mass and stroked softly downward moving the mass until it reached the base of his shaft.
What was he doing? This was crazy. He needed that skull to help turn himself in, but now his cock was swallowing it like a snake. Just then he felt it pass the base and drop into his balls. His balls never having anything put in them were hardly large enough to hold the skull of the boy and as Gabriel looked down, he could see divots where the eye holes, the nose, and the jawline were. It was like one entire testical had become a skull.
Precum dripped from his cock soaking him once again and pooled on the seat below him. “You were just as curious as I was. And maybe I did like it. Maybe you don’t have to share this fate alone. You were so fulfilling after all and I’ll be chasing that high my whole life. Maybe I don’t have to run from it. I’m sure I can convince another teacher to let me cover their detentions…” At that, his hand hit the left turn signal and a predator was born.