“Okay Class,” Mr. Pricer said to the rambunctious kids, bouncing in their desks, waiting to go home. “The math test is this Friday, which means you have a few days to study. Make sure you take advantage of these days because this test is going to be a large part of your grade.” Apparently, no one paid attention to the fox and the bell rang, allowing the kids burst out of the classroom, ready to go home.  
 
One kid in particular, Gavin was really hyped to get back to his place. The skinny weasel was going to play the new game he got at the store yesterday. He had saved up enough allowance money, and even skipped a few snacks at lunch to save up for the game. He hopped on his bike and rode home as quick as possible, even breaking a sweat as he pedaled hard. Gavin finally got back to his place a few minutes later and plopped down on the couch. He had at least two hours before his parents got home and he had to do any chores so he made the most of them.  
 
Booting up his console, he grabbed the controller in his paw and went to work, killing bad guys and fighting crime in the streets. He was glued to the screen, and the time flew by without any notice. In the middle of a big mission he heard his Mom pull up to the driveway, but since he was so entranced by the game, he didn’t care. Once his mom walked in she gave her son a nice big hug and asked him how his day went. Gavin gave the usual answer, about how it was school and how it never changes from day to day. The mom just rolled her eyes at the response, asking “Aren’t you supposed to be studying for that big math test on Friday? Mr. Pricer sent out an email to all the parents saying there would be no retests.” 
 
Gavin cursed his teacher under his breath and said to his mom, “Well… yea, I should be doing that, but this game is too good!” 
 
His mom laughed and told Gavin, “I’ll give you 10 more minutes, finish up whatever you're doing before then sweetie. Remember honey, dinner will be ready at 7.” 
 
Gavin thanked her for the extra time and did finish the mission just as time was running out. Saving it at an appropriate point, he went up to his room with his backpack, cursing his teacher once again. Slapping his backpack on his desk he took his books out, finding the pages he needed to study for math. Quickly into the session, Gavin’s eyes started to wander over to other things in his room. His pencils, his sketching book, and all the crayons he had were looking really tempting at the moment, even if he didn’t enjoy art all that much. The weasel shook his head back and forth rapidly, snapping himself out of the trance he was putting himself in. He took his phone out of his pocket and put some music on, trying to create some background noise to distract him. 
 
After that, the studying went well, for all about 5 minutes. He heard the familiar vibration his phone gives off when he received a text, and being the curious critter he is, he just had to open it to take a look. It was from his group chat with the soccer team, Shawn posted a few videos of crazy tricks their favorite pro players did. Gavin and the others were amazed, starting a streak of them all posting their favorite trick shots and moves.  
 
Engrossed by the conversation, he didn’t even notice how much time went by and was only snapped out of it by a voice yelling from downstairs. His father hollered from the base of the steps, “Dinner time boy!” Gavin didn’t want to get in trouble so he quickly excused himself from the group chat, setting it on silent for the time being and made his way to the dinner table.  
 
The meal was uneventful, as it usually was. His parents talked to each other about their days, while Gavin took it all in, legitimately interested in what they had to do, but still a bit jittery and wanting to leave and play his new game. The boy ate his food really quickly, which wasn’t odd for him, but he still really wanted to get back to his game, which he was allowed to play until he had to go to bed. 
 
Once Gavin asked to be excused, his dad piped up, “Have you done all your homework and studied for that test?” 
 
Technically not lying, Gavin told his father what he wanted to hear, which let him get right back to the couch and play for longer. Over the short time he had until he was sent off to bed, he made some good progress, leveling up and getting more equipment, but once it was time to go to bed, he begrudgingly went.  
 
Gavin woke up the next day and did much of the same at school, but he got an odd amount of homework from the other classes. Then, walking into 9th period math he was greeted by the ever so cheerful Mr. Pricer. Sitting down in desk chair, Gavin was bored to tears, not able to concentrate with his mind on the new game he had waiting for him at home. The teacher reviewed for the test, but Gavin chose to not pay attention to the lecture, choosing instead to doodle in his notebook. He thought to himself, I’ve done well on the tests in here before, I’m fine for this one. 
 
The bell rang once again and the weasel was on his way, but he was stopped by Mr. Pricer, grabbing the boy on his arm and preventing him from leaving. “Listen Gavin,” He said, with a hint of annoyance in his voice, “I know you are doing pretty well in the class, but that gives you no excuse to slack off. I like you as a student here, but you have to put more effort into this. The review game is tomorrow, and the winners get bonus on the test, please make sure your prepared.” Pricer let go of Gavin, who thanked him and then ran outside to his bike. 
 
The boy rode home and did much of the same, except this time he did try to study. He turned the group chat off, played some nice music so he could focus too, and put pencil to paper. He went through all of his homework pretty quickly, and had a lot more time left, even before his mom got home. Just one mission, the boy thought to himself as he opened his door and went downstairs. Quickly, he got just as glued to the screen as yesterday, time flying by as he did a lot in the game. The small voice in the back of his head that told him to keep studying was silenced by the virtual sounds of gunshots and explosions. 
 
His mom opened the door to the house and greeted Gavin, but instead of stopping the game, he told his mom that he already did all of his homework. She was so impressed, she told him he could play until dinner. Gavin took the opportunity very willingly and played his heart out for another hour or so, until he was called to the dinner table. Nothing new at either of his parent's work happened that day, so the three of them sat in relative silence for the dinner. Once they were all cleaned up, Gavin helped with the dishes and went upstairs to his room, tired from the day’s activities. He went back to his desk and looked over a few notes, but nothing in particular seemed to pick his attention back up from where it was before. Before long, Gavin grew very tired and went to bed, almost falling asleep on his desk. 
 
Gavin woke up later than normal that day and had to rush to catch the bus before it left. He hurried so much in fact, that he forgot his math stuff at home and didn’t realize it. He went through the school day pretty easily until 9th period, when he realized his mistake. Dreading the game, he walked into class and sat down as his seat, trying to make himself look as small as possible. Mr. Pricer put up a game relating to the taught concepts and split the class into 2 halves. He explained the rules to them, relating it to a game of Jeopardy! and how they could answer. As everyone sat with their teammates, Gavin chose to sit in the back of the class, hopefully so he wouldn’t get called on. 
 
The game went smoothly for the beginning, his team absolutely dominating the other half of the class. Each question that sailed by, Gavin thought he knew the answer for, and when it was revealed, more often than not, he was right. Still, the amount he would be getting wrong scared him a bit, which made him regret not having his stuff there. As the game winded down, Mr. Pricer looked around the room for anyone who hadn’t have been called on, and saw little Gavin, tucked away. Having his fears realized, Gavin was called on for the final question of the game. The equation popped up on the board, along with the four answer choices, and all the color drained from the boy’s face as he realized he had no clue what the correct answer was. His classmates from either side cheered him on, but it proved to be no help. Sheepishly, he answered “C”, and the class went silent, only broken by someone on the other side of the room, bursting out into laughter, causing the rest of the students, and even Mr. Pricer to do the same.  
 
The bell rung and the class left, leaving the weasel in the chair, feeling sad and ashamed with himself. Mr. Pricer noticed and felt a bit guilty about putting the boy on the spot there, although he couldn’t deny how funny the moment had been. He walked over to him and wiped a tear from his face, saying, “Don’t worry about that Gavin, your team still won the game. Just study a bit tonight and I’m sure you’ll be fine.” Gavin stopped sniffling and thanked his teacher, getting up and heading home, a lot slower than he normally did. 
 
The ride gave him time to think, and once he got home, he opened up his book and really started to study, only stopping for dinnertime. The time seemed to slip by and once he said goodnight to his parents, he went back to his books, not realizing how late it was getting. Hours later, the playlist on his phone stopped and he reached to reset it. His eyes went wide as he saw the time on his phone. “4 in the morning!” he said. He was shocked that it was this late, and he still pretty alert and awake. He knew he needed to get to bed, and fast. So he threw on his pajamas and hopped into bed, but only after tossing and turning for a another half an hour was he finally able to get to sleep. 
 
The next day, his dad woke him up at 6:30, “Bright and early for the big test!” he said, pushing his kid into the shower and giving him a big and hearty breakfast. Gavin slowly made his way through all of it, and even fell asleep on the short drive to school, his dad practically having to push him out of the car to get him into the building. 
 
For Gavin, it would be an understatement to say that the day was rough. Until lunch he had to fight to stay awake, and even after he bought one of the diet sodas in the lunchroom, he still wasn’t fully there. The last period of the day came, and Gavin sunk into his chair, still sluggish and tired. He let out a big yawn as Mr. Pricer placed the test in front of him and got to work. Considering the circumstances, this was one of the hardest tests that Gavin had ever taken. Nothing seemed to come as naturally as it did before, but even then, the boy still felt confident, even if it took him longer to finish the questions than usual. As the test progressed however. he got more and more tired, and when he reached the last problem, he had trouble keeping his eyes open. 
 
The bell rung and the other kids turned in their tests and walked out the door, except for Gavin, who was sound asleep on his desk. Mr. Pricer shook the boy awake and took his test from him, sternly, he said, “Have a nice weekend, but don’t fall asleep in my class again.” The weasel apologized and rode his bike home, falling asleep on the couch and sleeping for the rest of the day. 
 
He almost completely forgot about the test during the long 3-day weekend. In that time, he and his team got to the quarter-finals of their playoffs in soccer, now having to wait for the next weekend to play again. He made a killer save, but his team stomped the others so badly it didn't matter. Gavin also played his new game all weekend, finishing up the whole thing, impressing even himself. Only rarely did he think about the test, and when he did, he thought he remembered that he did well on it. 
 
Tuesday came and he was back in school. He turned in the homework that he was supposed to and went about his day. Once it was ninth period, Mr. Pricer handed back all of the tests, handing Gavin’s to him face-down. Gavin got a bit worried, as having a paper handed back like that isn’t a good sign. He gulped down and got the courage to lift his paper. Just as soon as he did, he wished he hadn’t. The red letter “C” blared at him from across the page, and quickly he put it back down on his desk, unzipping his backpack and stuffing it in there. His mind raced and his heart accelerated, he’d never had gotten anything less than a B. Before he got a chance to worry even more, an announcement on the intercom played, “All students report to the assembly room.” Once the room cleared, all of the kids heading to the pep rally, Gavin approached his teacher. “Umm, Mr. Pricer, how did I get this grade?" He said, placing the sheet of paper on his desk.  
 
The teacher looked up and showed him the back page of the test, which was completely blank. He said, “Even with the bonus you got, not doing an entire page isn’t doing you any favors, especially when you sleep during the test.”  
 
Gavin stuttered and tried to slip out an excuse, but Pricer wasn’t having any of it. Eventually the boy was able to ask him if there was anything he could do to raise his grade back up to an A. The fox chuckled a bit to himself, but seeing the worried and distraught face looking back at him, he decided to compromise a bit. “Well…” he said, “Let me see what I can do, come see me after the assembly before you go home.” Gavin thanked him, grabbed his stuff and ran down the hall, catching up with his friends and getting a few seats before the activities began. Usually, the weasel would be engrossed with the cool things happening, but this time he had his book in hand, reading and cramming for after the rally.  
 
As the end of the day bell rang, all but one student left the room at a stampede-like pace, all of them very excited to go home. Gavin however, made his way back to Mr. Pricer’s room, calculator in hand and ready to do whatever the man needed him to. 
 
Mr. Pricer jumped when he saw the boy come back in, forgetting the little ‘meeting’ he set up with him earlier. He moved a few things on his desk aside and invited Gavin in, saying, “To be fair, you should be happy with the grade you got boy. The questions you did answer you got right, which can’t be said for the majority of your classmates. I thought you wouldn’t even show up.” He then told Gavin to close the door and then to stand beside him, on his side of the desk. Gavin obliged and looked over the fox’s shoulder as he showed him how to do the problems he didn’t do. This went on for a few minutes until Mr. Pricer wrapped up the conversation, saying “You see how to do them now?” 
 
Gavin enthusiastically replied, “Yes sir! When do you want me to retake that?” 
 
The fox tilted his head to the side a bit, “Now that wouldn’t be fair now would it?” he said, a smile crossing his face, “I just gave you the answers. I was thinking of giving you something else to make up for the points missed.” Gavin didn’t respond, not knowing what his teacher was getting at. Mr. Pricer then tossed a pen under his desk, hitting the back of it. “Oh, how clumsy of me.” he said, motioning towards the boy, “You think you can get that for me?” 
 
Gavin went under the desk and grabbed the pen, but the teacher moved his chair in a bit closer and spread his legs, effectively trapping the boy under his desk. “Uhh, Mr. Pricer.” he said, “I got your pen.” 
 
“That’s great!” The teacher replied, “Now, if you can, take my slide my pants off for me. It’s a bit tight and uncomfortable sitting here all day.”  
 
Gavin nervously laughed at the request, “Good one, Mr. Pricer.” He said, trying to get out from under the desk, each time being blocked by his teacher’s legs. 
 
Mr. Pricer suddenly got a sterner tone of voice, getting more assertive with the boy, “You said you wanted to have your math grade go up didn’t you.” He said, to which Gavin nodded, “Well then, you should do what the teacher asks of you. So, I’m telling you again, take my pants off.” 
 
Gavin stared at the older man’s crotch for a second, a bit nervous about what he was about to do. With a little more ‘encouragement’ from his teacher, he placed his hand over the belt and tugged it off. “Ahh, much better Gavin.” Mr. Pricer said, relaxing a bit and sliding his midsection closer to the cub, “but you still got more to go.” The weasel hesitated once more, but he knew he needed to do this to get the grade he wanted. He placed his hands against his teacher’s stomach and unbuttoned his pants, slipping them down slowly, finally resting them at his ankles. 
 
The boy looked right at his teacher’s bulge that showed through his white underwear. It was clear to the kid that he wasn’t erect, but his sheath still was visible through the fabric. “Keep going, you know what to do.” said Mr. Pricer who inched his chair even closer to his desk. Gavin felt the older man’s fur in his hands as he slowly approached his teacher's underwear.  
 
A shiver went down Mr. Pricer’s spine as felt the boy’s paws touch his furry skin, grabbing onto the underwear and slowly pulling it down. The elastic caught the teacher’s sheath, pushing it down and sending it bouncing up when it was released. Gavin saw the red tip of his teacher's cock start to move out once the underwear was fully removed. Mr. Pricer spoke up again, this time telling the boy to place his mouth around cock. 
 
Gavin knew what a blowjob was, but he never thought he would be doing one, especially to a teacher. He took a few deep breaths and placed one of his paws on Mr. Pricer’s sheath, rubbing it a bit to coax more of the red tip to come out. The boy then put his lips on the tip of his teacher’s cock, tasting a bit of the salty precum already starting to form on it. A quick thrust from Pricer pushed his cock through the kid’s lips and onto his tongue. Gavin’s mind went blank in that moment, the smooth texture of the rod in his mouth overloaded his senses, he only thought to go deeper. He stuck his tongue out and moved his hand up, pushing more of the man’s cock in his mouth, and pushing his tongue in his sheath and wrapping it around.  
 
The teacher let out a moan as he felt what the boy was doing to him. He slid his hand underneath his desk and placed it on Gavin’s head, grabbing it and moving him slightly forward, deeper in to him. Gavin started to get a rhythm going, stroking with his hand and moving his head back and forth the shaft. Pre-leaked from the teacher's tip, coating the boy’s tongue with his scent. Gavin started getting enthralled in the action, loving it more and more as the time went on. 
 
Mr. Pricer was panting, out of breath from how good the boy was at this, he almost didn’t notice the door to his room open. The principal walked in, “Mark?” she asked looking right at him. The sudden new voice surprised the boy, having him smack his head on top of the desk, and ever so slightly scrape the teachers cock with his teeth. 
 
Pricer wailed out in pain, causing the principal to jump. Quickly gaining composure, he said “S-sorry about that, I wasn’t expecting you and I h-hit my knee off of my desk. OH!” Back where he started, Gavin didn’t know what to do and kept sucking the man’s cock underneath the desk. 
 
The principal laughed at the comment and at her co-worker's pain, “You’ve always been a bit of a klutz Mark.” She said, “I just need your weekly report and I’ll be on my way.” Calmly, he reached into his desk and got it out, filling out a few things in-between pained moans. Mr. Pricer tried to push the kid off of his dick, but Gavin fought back, not knowing what the teacher wanted him to do. Wiping a bit of sweat off of his brow, Pricer handed the paper over and thanked the principal for stopping by as she left, closing the door behind her. 
 
Once the coast was clear, Mr. Pricer pulled his chair back, forcefully pulling his cock out from the boy’s mouth, causing Gavin to fall with a thump. “What do you think you're doing?” Pricer asked accusingly to the little boy, “You trying to get me fired and you sent away?” Gavin didn’t know how to respond, shocked and scared from the angry comments. “Listen here, shut the blinds to the room, and get back here, we’re finishing this." The boy did as he was told and came back, already heading back under the desk when Mr. Pricer's foot blocked him. “Nope,” he said, “we are done with that. Now I want you to strip.” 
 
“S-strip?” Gavin asked very unsure of himself and the comment. 
 
The teacher didn’t respond with any word other than “Now.” making the boy jump back. Slowly, Gavin slipped his shirt off, revealing his slightly chubby body. He waited for his teacher to say anything else, but when that moment didn’t come, Gavin slowly slipped down his pants. “Hurry it up already, I don’t have all day boy.” the fox said, pressuring the boy to go faster. The weasel put his clothes in a neat little pile by the desk, but when he went for his underwear, Mr. Pricer stopped him, wanting to do it himself.  
 
He placed his hands around the small waist of the kid, slipping a finger down on either side of his body, gripping onto the fabric. With a tug, he quickly pulled it down the boy’s legs, completely exposing his nude body. Then, Mr. Pricer grabbed the boy with both hands, slipping them under his armpits, and placing his bare bottom on the desk. He then pushed the kid down with one hand, having his back lay against the wooden top. 
 
Pricer lifted the boy’s legs up and spread his cheeks, revealing the little kid’s virgin hole, puckering and so fuckable. Unable to resist, the teacher poked a finger down inside, pressing against the hole with great force, pushing the walls apart and over the digit. Gavin let out a squeal but was quickly silenced by the teacher. 
 
As the finger went deeper and deeper inside of him, Gavin felt all sorts of things run through body. His little cock twitched and started to get hard as the finger pushed against his inner walls. A weird sense of pleasure ran through him as he felt himself get stretched out ever so slightly. He quickly put his hand over his mouth, stopping another squeal as Mr. Pricer forced another digit, then another in. Gavin loved it though, he could take the small amounts of pain that tormented his body for this feeling, but as soon as it started, it seemed like it ended for the boy as Mr. Pricer pulled his hand out. 
 
Quickly however, just as the boy was about to ask what happened, he felt a warmness press against his hole. Mr. Pricer lined up his cock and slowly pushed it inside the boy, letting out a moan as the kid’s hole stretched over it. Ever so slightly, Pricer pushed more and more of his cock deep inside of the boy, letting out a satisfied grunt with every thrust. He grabbed Gavin’s legs and pushed harder, forcing the hole apart even more. The teacher began to pick up the pace, thrusting faster as he was able to loosen up the boy. 
 
Gavin’s eyes went wide, pleasure like he’d never felt before ran through his body as he was fucked for the first time. His back sliding up and down his teacher's desk, feeling so full and stuffed. His small cock was as erect as it could be, and Gavin couldn’t resist the temptation, grabbing his own member and stroking it as hard and as fast as he could. His own moans almost couldn’t be suppressed, sounding like squeals as they exited his throat. His eyes started to glaze over, completely taken away from how good the whole experience was for him. 
 
Mr. Pricer took this as a sign to keep going. He moved his hands down to the kid's thighs and pushed in harder. Thrusting and forcing the small boy’s hole to take all of him. The sounds of their hips smashing together echoed around the classroom, the desk shaking each time Pricer forced his cock inside Gavin. He felt the base of his cock start to swell up inside of the boy but he wasn’t done, sloppily thrusting the thickening knot in and out, stretching the kid more each time. 
 
The knot forcing itself in and out of his hole was getting to be too much for little Gavin, his whole body was euphoric and he kept feeling better and better as the time went on. Each time he was split wider, small spurts of pre shot out of him. His breathing started to be labored as he realized he couldn’t take much more of this pounding. Gavin’s little shaft started to throb even harder in his hand as he felt his small sack rumble. Unable to suppress it, he let out a weak moan as he came all over himself, shot after shot of his warm cum landing on his chest. 
 
As the boy was cumming, Mr. Pricer realized how close he was too. Gavin became much tighter as he came, leaving the fox’s knot outside. Pricer needed to knot him, his thrusts became harsher, he used his fingers to spread the little weasel’s hole more and more. The fox’s breaths became sharp and rapid. The knot kept pushing away at the hole, slamming and weakening it with each push. Mr. Pricer grabbed the kid by the hips and pushed in with all his might, trying to force the kid on it. He groaned as Gavin kept sliding down, Gavin himself grabbing onto the fox’s fur and trying to pull himself on. Mr. Pricer thrusted one last time and stretched the boy over his knot, locking them in place. Letting out a deep moan, he lightly thrusted as he pumped his warm load deep inside of the boy. 
 
Exhausted, Pricer placed his hands on either side of the kid, panting and blowing air right into his face. Gavin didn’t mind, he was just as tired and he barely noticed the uncomfortable situation. After a few minutes of catching their breath, Gavin noticed out of the corner of his eye his test. Still locked together, Gavin was able to inch his hand over to the paper and show it to Mr. Pricer, saying “I think that deserves a high grade, don’t you?” Pricer, still catching his breath, weakly smiled at the kid, taking the paper from his hand and grabbing a pen from the desk, clicking it, and writing a big ‘A+’ on the paper. 
 
Some time passed as the two waited for Mr. Pricer’s knot to shrink inside of Gavin. They were mostly in silence, both parties' cheeks were red with embarrassment from what just transpired in the last hour or so. Mr. Pricer forcefully pulled out once he could and got dressed, along with Gavin. The weasel was heading out of the door when he heard Mr. Pricer speak up, “You know,” he said, “no-one can find out about this and… and if you really want too, you don’t have to study for my class for the rest of the year if you want to keep this whole thing up.” 
 
Gavin smiled at his teacher, “That sound’s nice…” he said, heading for the door, “but then I’ll also be screwed next year. I do think we should keep this going though.”  
 
Gavin then slipped out the door to his bike, he looked at his phone and realized he didn’t have much time until his mom got home. He went home fast, quickly tossing his bike in the garage and lying on the couch. His mom opened the door just as he got into another new game. She went up to him, kissed him on the cheek and asked him, “How did you do on the test honey?” Gavin smiled at his mom, eyes shining, telling her,  
 
“Oh, I aced it.”