I expect this to be a bit longer of a story, so I’m labeling this as part 1. I really intend to build this up over time, so it starts out slowly. Nothing super hardcore in this one. But I do intend to tell this story from different points of view. Comments are welcome. 


All the characters are completely fictitious. Some characters are underage, this does not condone the actions of adults or minors in any way. 


* * *


“Dammit. I was really looking forward to a free period at the end of the day,” I muttered to myself as I re-read the message again. It looks like I’ve drawn the short lot to cover Physical Education today. At least it's the last class of the day, so it’s not a major inconvenience. But it is sort of annoying to have to be outside on a hot day wearing a khaki’s and a polo while the kids are running around in shorts and t-shirts. At least that means I’ll get to do a walkthrough of the locker room to make sure there is no bullying going on. A tough break for a pervy teacher. 


I skimmed through the message a third time. Yep. It says right there that he’s required to do a walkthrough at the start and end of class. And at least I’m really just there for attendance and to keep the boys in line while Coach Morris, the girls gym teacher, will lead both groups of kids. All I’ve got to do is keep my paws to myself, but I’m required to watch them change to make sure they don’t get up to any trouble. I couldn’t help chuckle to myself at that bit of luck. 


After running into my favorite little teen husky in the boys bathroom last week, I have been trying to behave. But that little taste of boy-cream last time had me yearning for more. I’ve even been taking a few more random visits to the same boy’s room just in case I ran into Joel cranking out another fistful of puppy jizz. Sadly, no luck. Even my classes have become more subdued this week as my students have been working diligently on building their projects. I hadn’t caught Joel, or any other student for that matter, with even the slightest tent in their pants. A slow week for sure.


We’ll at least now I have the end of the day to look forward to.


* * *


Today was predictably just as boring as the previous week had been. However, catching one of my students muttering my name while jerking off in the bathroom was a first. And somehow I expected everything to change because of it, but in reality, it was back to the same old routine. However, I didn’t take into account how far it was from my last class to the gym and was practically sprinting to get there in time. So at least that was something different.


“Mr. El!” rang out at the same time as the start of class bell when I finally made it to the boy’s locker room and several of the 9th grade boys saw me enter from the hallway door. There were definitely lots of familiar faces in this class. But I was a little sad to see them already in gym gear and crowded around waiting for instructions for class.


“Hiya, boys.” I put on his most winning smile despite my disappointment. “Give me just a second to grab the attendance roster from Coach Behr’s office and we’ll get this class started.” He was already heading towards the glass fronted office just on the right of the entryway to the gym proper (on the other side of the small locker room). And couldn’t help but be a little jealous of his coworker’s office view. Especially after I didn’t get to catch any of these boys in their underwear today.


“Are you our sub today?” The two familiar boys from my STEM class, Joel and Jordan, were practically beaming at me as they spoke in near stereo. 


“You bet, guys.” I thrust out both firsts for dual fist bumps from the pair and they landed their paws against mine. They must have already been anticipating my usual greeting. “Although, Coach Morris will be doing most of the work while I do my best to keep my khakis clean today. I didn’t plan to dress for the gym today.” I gave them a little wink as he ducked into the coach’s office to grab the attendance clipboard.


“Alright, guys. Form up, single file. I’ll take attendance as you head out the door. Don’t rush as there are some new faces to me and I need to mark you present if you don’t want to get called into the office for skipping class. Head into the gym and Coach Morris will lead you all outside for some running today.”


Truthfully, I knew all but a few students as they jostled past on their way to the gym. All marked present and accounted for with Jordan and Joel taking up the rear of the line. They seemed to be whispering between themselves as they waited for the line to advance, but I couldn’t make out what it was over the din of the other students. My wolf hearing could only work so well when there is a bunch of other noise around. They were becoming inseparable it seems.


“Have fun out there, gentleman,” I guided them out the door and into the gym. True to form, Joel’s gym shorts were just as tight as his school khakis and did an even better job of making his plump little rear seem all the bigger. His husky tail was wagging excitedly as he ran from the room and I was about 99% sure he was going commando for gym class. The little notched out spot for his tail to poke through the shorts had a lot more fur poking through and not even the slightest hint of white briefs. 


But what really surprised me was the jiggle of Jordan’s bubble butt as he ran alongside Joel. Joel’s cute rear was round, but firm. While Jordans was damn near exploding out the back of his shorts and was bouncing with every step. I’ve never noticed he had a thicc booty before, but somehow seeing him in gym shorts opened my perception to what a fuckable ass he had. I was a bit mesmerized until the door swung shut behind them. My own pants were feeling a little tighter for it. I just let out a sigh, what else could I do, and set the attendance roster on Coach Behr’s desk for him to find tomorrow. 


I headed out through the gym and to the track outside to see if I could offer my coworker any assistance. Coach Morris, well just Cindy after school hours, already had the kids well in-hand when I walked up beside her. She was finishing up with some instructions on how each student was to take a stopwatch and time themselves as they ran laps to gauge how they had progressed from earlier in the year. I assumed they have done this a few times already since each student grabbed a stopwatch from a giant box of them and some were already starting their first lap by the time I joined the coach. “And stay away from the mud. It rained pretty hard last night,” she shouted after them.


“Hey, Max,” she said quietly enough that the students wouldn’t likely overhear. “You don’t need to do much. Bill and I plan this activity whenever one of us needs a day off and the kids are used to it.” She gestured to the kids, who were nearly all rushing to be the first to complete a lap. “Just stand-by doing your best Couch Behr impression.” 


Honestly, the kids are pretty competitive at that age, so I could see how an activity like this easily turned into them trying to outdo each other. And that just made them push themselves to run a little faster. However, after about 15 minutes boredom was really getting to me. I’m used to running around my own classroom and staying busy for the full period, so just standing around was kind of getting to me. So I started walking around the track counter to the direction the students were running. 


I had made it about a quarter the way around the track, when I saw my 2 favorite boys headed my way. Joel had apparently held himself back so that he could keep pace with Jordan who was the slower of the two. They were practically in step with each other. 


And I was definitely sure that Joel was going commando now. His little boy package was bouncing a bit more than it really should have been if it was held in place by a second layer of clothing under his shorts. Not that I was complaining. He was practically doing a lazy little jog and seemed almost conscious of the fact that his pupper sheath was noticeably bouncing.


Jordan, on the other paw, was excitedly huffing and puffing to keep his pace. He seemed a bit out of it, but then noticed I was walking towards them on the outer rim of the track. He waved excitedly when he saw me. Then I noticed the downfall of his actions unfold in front of me, practically in slow motion. That excited wave put him a little off balance.


First, I noticed the massive mud puddle looming directly in front of me. Still 15 feet away or so, but directly to the right of Joel. I also noticed Jordan’s untied sneaker and imagined for a moment what every parent must feel when they find their own kids' laces undone: instead dread. Joel’s foot landed directly on Jordan’s loose laces just as Jordan was lifting his foot to take the next step. His balance faltered, already off from his erratic wave. and he reached out to the nearest thing to catch his footing - in this case Joel. 


The pair of them toppled to the right, precariously teetering on the edge of the puddle before floundering face first into the mud. The look of shock on both of their faces was priceless. 
I somehow did not laugh as the plummeted into the mud. And even sprinted up to the edge of the puddle just in time to see them right themselves. Both were covered in a layer of grime and I just shook my head. 


* * *
Thankfully, Coach Morris was close at hand and directed me and the boys to the varsity locker room entrance which opens up directly onto the track. She had pushed a set of keys into my paw with some brief instruction on how to start the water to the locker room shower. And before I knew it, I was being herded through the door and into an aroma of sweaty jockstraps and stale urine that I expect from a bunch of upperclassmen fresh from the soccer field. 


“Alright, guys. Try to keep the mud on yourself until you get into the shower. No stopping. I’ll toss you some towels and your clothes when you shout that you are finished. I’ve got to get the water started or you’ll be riding the bus home covered in mud.


They seemed deflated and walked soundlessly ahead of me through the varsity locker room. Thankfully it was apparent where the showers were located and I practically pushed them into the open gang showers to sort themselves out. They seemed at a loss at what to do and both just stood with their heads hung down plastered in mud.


Poor Joel’s perky husky tail that usually curved majestically behind his cute butt was tucked practically between his legs in shame or weighed down by the caked on mud. 


“I feel a little bad leaving you to it, but everything’s gotta come off.”


Jordan sort of squeaked, “Everything!”


“Just toss them in the corner and we’ll sort it out later. I’ll give you some time to get cleaned up and I’ll keep everyone out. Don’t worry, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of and what a little nudity between friends.” I tried to give them a cheery smile, but I felt I wasn’t helping. “I’m gonna find that water switch. You should be able to adjust the temperature on the knobs for each of the showerheads. And there should be soap in the dispensers on the wall.”


I turned to head towards Coach Behr’s office. I got a few steps and then turned back. Joel already had his shirt halfway up his body and was probably getting a faceful of mud in the process. I couldn't help but check out his tight lithe belly in the process. 


“I’ll be back with towels and I’ll shout to let you know when I’m coming.” With that I more reluctantly turned back to find the water controls. “Yell if you need me.”


I mean I could always sneak back and peek in on them. I tried not to think about that too much as I entered the other locker room and the coach’s office. The water controls were on a panel on the far wall and were actually super easy to figure out. Just slide in the key and turn it to the on position. It was probably installed to prevent some sort of accident from occurring or to stop kids from wasting water.


I found a stack full of towels in one of the cabinets in the office and tossed two of them over my shoulder. I then realized I promised I’d given them some privacy, and I was out of things to do but wait for them to be done. I couldn’t just go through every locker to find their clothes. 


So, my eyes wandered around the room for anything to keep me occupied while I waited. Above the shower water controls was a strange black box, almost like a key or medicine cabinet. It wasn’t locked and easily swung open when I pulled on it. Inside was a vent that opened up into the varsity shower on the other side of the wall. And I found I could hear everything on the other side of the wall.


It was Joel’s voice I heard first. “I think it’s kind of neat really. Do you have to wear it ALL the time?”


Jordan’s slightly higher voice could also be easily heard above the sound of running water. “My mom makes me wear it to school and to bed. She’s afraid I’ll do something naughty if I don’t.”


What in the world are they talking about? My mind was trying to catch up to the conversation.


“So you can’t even…. like… you know.” Joel seemed exacerbated. “Ever!?”


“You mean play with it?” Jordan was practically whispering, but he must have been standing close to the vent. “No. She says it’s bad to touch it.”


“Well that’s bullshit! No one should stop you from that. I do it all the time.”


“Really?” Jordan’s voice was picking up volume again. “I only tried once and she caught me. I just wanted to know what it felt like.”


“Oh man. You don’t know what you're missing. I’m pulling on my pecker at least twice a day.” Joel was definitely sounding proud. “If Mr. El wasn’t coming back, I’d be tempted to do it right now.”


Jordan giggled. “I can see that. You’re not shy about that thing are you?”


“This thing!” I could practically see  him waving his proud boner around the shower. “It's my favorite thing in the world. I can’t believe your mom makes you wear that.” It got quiet and I tried to position myself to see into the vent. I needed to know what was going on in there. The slats of the vent were opened facing up on my side, so down on the shower side.


If I stretched myself as tall as I could, I could just make out Jordan’s kitten fur-covered butt and realized he must be facing away from me under the shower. Joel stood behind him, but was currently obscured by Jordan’s thick, puma ass. 


“I think yours is really neat.” Jordan was saying. “But what’s that poking out of your sheath?”


“That’s just my knot,” Joel responded nonchalantly. “I guess puma’s don’t have those. It’s more of a canine thing.” He got quiet for a moment then the next word came out in a jumbled rush, “Youwannatouchit?”


“Huh?” It seemed Jordan didn’t understand that at all. “What?”


Joel seemed to take a deep breath and tried again, “You can touch it if you want. I don’t mind. I mean seeing that you can’t play with your own.”


“I mean… as long as you don’t mind” Joel must have moved closure to Jordan, but I couldn’t see much of anything except for Jordan turning slightly. 


I’m not sure when I had unbuttoned my pants and had my paw cupping my turgid wolf meat, but damn this was hot. I felt a little guilty since I said I’d give them privacy, but wasn’t expecting this. “Fuck yeah, boy. Grab that dick,” I whispered my encouragement.


I heard Joel moan a little and Jordan’s response, “Wow. It's so hard.” He was definitely getting a pawful. “And big.” 


“Fuck” It came out like a groan from Joel’s muzzle. “My knot popped out.”


“Oh man. It’s like you’ve got an extra pair of balls. But like on your dick.” Jordan seemed amazed at Joel’s knot being released from his sheath.


I knew from experience that once the knot pops out, you're gonna need to get off if you ever want to get soft again. My own knot, that thankfully still tucked away. However, listening to this cute and somewhat innocent exchange had my own wolf cock at full hardness. I had to get it out or I was gonna stain my pants with precum.


“I wish I could touch yours too,” Joel said from the other side of the vent. While I knew he wasn’t talking to me, it made by dick throb as I pulled out my own 8 ½ inch wolfhood and started slowly stroking.


“I wanna get hard so bad, but this thing won’t let me.” Jordan practically whined. “Maybe you could touch my balls?” Joel must not have wasted any time as I heard Jordan start to purr a second later. “You're getting wet down there.”


“That’s just my pre.” 



“Pre?” Jordan seemed curious.


“I’m not sure why it's called that. I read it online. It’s like the stuff that comes out when you’re really excited.” My own precum was practically squirting out onto Mr. Behr’s office floor. I’m going to need to remember to clean that up.


“You’ve got some pretty big balls, kitty,” Joel said. “Even bigger than mine.”


“They’ve gotten bigger since I had to wear this cage. They seem more sensitive too.” His voice hitched a little, probably from Joel’s paw touching them. “They only feel normal now after I have a wet dream.”


“Damn. You really should be jerking it more. Then you wouldn’t have to wait for those dreams. But…” His voice cut off in a ragged groan. Almost a growl. “Shit. If you keep doing that, I’m gonna jizz soon.”


“It’s so slippery.” Jordan sounded awed. “I can’t help it.” He was silent for a moment, then spoke up, “I wanna try something. Will you close your eyes?”


“Fuck, kitty. I’ll do anything if you help me cum.”


My own rock-hard cock was thinking the same thing. I had given up trying to be a good teacher here and was stroking my own precum slick meat. My knot was threatening to pop out of my sheath, but I had already resigned myself to the fact that I needed to cum soon.


While I didn’t mind Jordan’s puma butt being the only thing I could see through the vent, I saw him kneel down in front of Joel and knew where this was going. Joel was about to get a pleasant surprise. 


“Oh, shit. Are you… oh, fuck.” Joel was babbling incoherently. “Keep… I’m gonna cum. Don’t… fuck. Keep sucking.” 


Jordan kept doing just that. I could hear him slurping on that puppy meat. I wish I could see if he managed to get all 4-inches in. My own, much larger cock was now liberally spraying little jets of precum every so often and my knot was about to pop out.


Joel didn’t seem to know where to put his paws. They kept roaming from Jordan’s shoulders to his head and up to his own chest. He was probably fighting the urge to plunge Jordan’s head down further on his cock as he squirted his immature seed into the other boy’s muzzle.


I saw Jordan pull back and caught the slightest glimpse of Joel’s still hard cubhood dribble out the last dregs of his boy cream. His little cock was the cutest shade of pink I’ve ever seen. I had to peer down to make a comparison to my own darker colored meat. Was my own nearly purple, veiny cock ever that pink color?


“Shit, bro. That was amazing,” Joel said. “I hope it was okay that I jizzed in your mouth.” He actually sounded a bit concerned.


“I liked it.” Jordan did sound pleased. “I mean, I really liked it a lot.”


“I’d offer to do the same for you, but…”


“I know. This thing won’t let you." Jordan seemed to be cupping his own cubhood, but my view of the shower was still quite obscured. “It hurts a little since it's trying to get hard.”


“There is something we could try,” Joel said a little hesitantly. “My little br… my other friend can’t cum yet, but he really seems to like it.”


“I’ll want to try,” Jordan practically whined. He didn’t seem to pick up on what Joel almost let slip, but I didn’t miss it. Apparently Joel isn’t quite so innocent.


“Alright… um… I guess turn around and put your paws on the wall.” Jordan turned his very plump rear away from me and I was finally able to see what they had been talking about earlier. He was wearing a chastity cage. It must have been the smallest one I’ve ever seen; made of plastic and light pink in color. 


Jordan placed his outstretched paws on the wall which put his face directly below the vent. I hope he didn’t look up and see me. But he turned his head to presumably see what Joel was going to do. 


That gave me a better view of the husky behind him. Joel’s little soldier still stood at attention; his 4 inches of pink were exposed as he still seemed to be knotted out of his sheath. It would probably be a while yet until his knot softened enough to let him slip back in. 


Joel’s eyes were focused on his target in front of him: Jordan’s meaty backside. He even licked his lips as he grabbed Jordan’s tail with one paw and pushed it upwards exposing his virgin pucker. And then he lowered himself to his knees.


“What are you going to…” Jordan’s question was cut off as Joel’s tongue made contact with his tight little starfish. “Mmmhhhhhph.” I could see his back arch as he bent lower and instinctively pushed backward. He turned his face forwards again. His eyes were heavy-lidded, and almost closed, and his face had an almost blank expression as he tried to understand the new sensations he was feeling.


Joel was evidently quite experienced eating out some boy ass. While he kept one paw pushing Jordan’s tail up the other gripped his hip to keep the puma from moving too much. He was really going all out on that kitten booty.


Jordan was gasping and moaning and purring all at once; overwhelmed with what he was feeling. “Are you… is that your tongue?” he sputtered out. “I can feel it going inside me.”


With those words, my knot popped out of my sheath fully exposing my dark purple, cub breeder. I knew I was moments away from painting the wall with some thick wolf cum. Every guy knows what’s about to happen when they feel that explosion rising from within. Well almost every guy that is.


“I feel like I’ve gotta pee,” Jordan whined. “But don’t stop; it feels so good.” Joel, it seems, had no thoughts of stopping and was only encouraged to push his snout deeper between those plump kitty mounds.


Little, gentle, chubby Jordan pushed back even further and suddenly his demeanor changed. He reached back with one paw and gripped the back of Joel’s head and pulled his muzzle even deeper than before. “Get that fucking tongue in there as deep as it’ll go,” he practically snarled. “Fuck me, I’m gonna piss myself this is so good.”


“Oh fuck. Of fuck!” he kept repeating. “Oh FUCK! OOOH FUUUUCK!” 


I gripped my knot with one paw simulating a tie and frantically beat my pre slicked meat with the other. I could feel the cum build at the base of my cock until finally it unleashed in a torrent of pupper batter. I looked down as it jetted out against the wall in front of me in a nearly obscene torrent of cum. My mind went blank for a few seconds as I wished it was Jordan’s backside I was flooding with my seed.


My cock was still throbbing through the last of my orgasm, but I still had quite a while until my knot would go down. I turned back to vent once the initial blast of wolf cum, turned to a more subtle drizzle. 


I could see Jordan had also turned so his profile was on display and I could see his belly jutted out a little still filled with some baby fat. He was cupping the kitty balls and looking down at his cage encased sheath. “I think I just cummed,” he said bewildered. Indeed, there was a string of immature seed dangling from the tip of the pink cage.


Joel was still down on his knees and his little boner has softened enough that the knot has lipped back into his sheath. He scooted closer to Jordan. “It looks like you found a loophole,” he said, chuckling. He leaned forward and started licking the cage clean.


“Who would have guessed my butthole was a loophole,” Jordan started giggling. And then outright laughing. I almost barked out a laugh myself and stifled it by burying my snout in one of the towels I found was still draped over my shoulder.


Joel was finding it hard to not laugh and clear up Jordan meager load. “Your jizz tastes pretty good, too.” 


“Oh no. I think I got pretty loud. I hope Mr. El doesn’t find us like this.” Suddenly, both boys seemed to realize where they were and they frantically looked around.


I glanced at my watch and realized there was less than 10 minutes until the end of the period. The rest of the boys would be rushing back in to change in just a couple minutes. In that moment, the thing I would have loved to see earlier, became the thing I didn’t want to happen NOW. 


I pushed my still hard, but at least no-longer-throbbing member back unto my boxer briefs and buttoned up my slacks. At least they are black and it made the outline of my still hard cock a little less noticeable. But I could my cum still oozing out and already making my underwear wet.


I closed up the vent cover and just now began to wonder what its purpose was. That question and the cum painting the wall below it would have to wait. That was going to take a while and at least two towels to clean up. So I cut the water flow to the showers and headed back to the varsity locker room to check on my charges with a giant grin on my face. 


“All clean boys?” I shouted ahead of me as I approached the shower. I found them still dripping wet in nearly the same pose: both paws covering their boy bits. 


I tossed one towel to Joel who deftly snagged it out of the air over his head  and then he realized he had exposed himself in doing so. Only the tip of his pink shaft was still poking out of his sheath but it was still enough to cause some momentary embarrassment.


When I tossed the other towel towards Jordan. He didn’t move as it unfurled and draped directly over his face. He remained stalwartly protecting his sheath or more likely his pink cage from being seen by his teacher. But reluctantly reached one paw up to keep the towel from falling as it slipped down.


Joel was trying to cover his shaft while still trying to untangle the towel one-pawed. But I could see he was getting hard again. It seems the puppy gets off on being put in embarrassing situations. 


“There are some air-dryers against the wall just outside the shower,” I gestured to the side. “You should probably use them to get your fur dried.” And I made a show of glancing down toward my watch, “But I should warn you that your classmates will be here any minute. So if you don’t want them to see you naked as two newborn cubs, you better get moving.”
That had the expected effect. Both cubs rushed towards the shower entrance; one passing on either side of me. I threw up my paws and turned to the side as they passed. It was a tight squeeze for them and I felt Jordan’s arm brush against my still quite turgid cock as he slipped past.


“Just leave your clothes where they are and leave your towels in the locker room. I’ll wash your gym clothes and get them back to you when I see you.” I realized then that they’d have to go home without their underwear and smirked.


I watched them struggling to dry their fur as fast as possible under the warm air of the dryers for a few moments. “I’ll leave you to it,” I said as I reluctantly left to get back to the other locker room remembering I still had my own mess to clean up.


I had barely made it back to the coach’s office and tossed a towel over the congealing cum when I heard the other boys burst through the door. “Joel! Jordan!” came the sporadic shouts of the boys as they looked around for their missing classmates. I poked my head through the office door to check on them.


Joel bravely strode through the adjoining locker room door with a towel around his waist and looking quite ridiculous with a floofy husky coat jutting out everywhere. “They let me join the varsity soccer team, so I get to use their showers from now on,” he boasted.


“No way! You really got to go into their locker room?” can a shout from one boy I didn’t recognize. I was surprised that that was apparently something to be proud of. “You didn’t shower, really? You’d have to get naked… at school!” another boy, a chubby squirrel, seemed shocked at that.


The boys had all started gathering around Joel. “There’s no way he got naked at school. Someone might have seen his little sheath,” ribbed a gorilla boy, Franky, who I recognized as the ringleader of the popular kids. He reached out and tugged the towel around Joel’s waist as if to pull it off.


I was about to put a stop to whatever was about to happen when I saw Jordan sneak out from the other locker room unnoticed by anyone in the room. To the surprise of all the boys and own, Joel didn’t pull away and actually unwrapped the towel from around his waist and tossed it on one of the benches. Joel glanced my way and he actually winked at me. He did look pretty ridiculous with his unkempt fur, but no one could deny his confidence in that moment. And it made an excellent distraction for Jordan to tiptoe to his locker and start pulling out his clothes.


“He really is naked!” the shouts came. “My eyes!” “I can’t unsee this!” Yet no one seemed to look away or cover their eyes. Even when they saw the bit of pink slipping out of his sheath. “Boner!” “He really is big.” “No homo, bro!”


“Alright boys! Show and tell is over. It’s time to get dressed before you miss the bus home.” My voice broke up the crowd quickly. Jordan already had his khaki pulled on and wasn’t in any danger of being outed for wearing his pink cage. 


Joel still stood proudly in the middle of the locker room with his paws on his hips and his 4 inch spearman standing at attention. “And Joel, put that thing away before someone gets an eye poked out,” I winked back at him and he turned to get his clothes on.


I was able to get quite an eyeful of boys rapidly changing out of their gym clothes and back into their school uniforms. Taking mental notes of those that wore bright colored briefs rather than classic white ones, and of boys that seemed to be trying to hide their own boners after seeing Joel’s display.


But cringed a little when I overheard, “does it smell like jizz to anyone else?” It reeked of wolf cum and hoped no one had noticed.