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 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. 


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"Hello, we are Team D. For our group project, we have decided to build a model bridge." Joel began speaking at the front of the class surrounded by his 2 other classmates who were part of his group, but I wasn't really focussed on what he was saying. Instead, I was doing my best to pretend to switch between looking down at my grading rubric and the presenters. However, my eyes tended to linger more on Joel's pretty obvious erection more than either of those things.


Joel is a pretty typical high school freshman husky cub: still a bit baby faced, but full of hormones he hasn't learned to control. I wouldn't say classically handsome, but he has an almost perpetual smirk that is undeniably charming. Definitely a cutie. He also had a tendency to wear light-colored khakis that were just a bit too tight for him. Especially in situations like the one he was in now.


He was clearly a bit nervous speaking in front of his classmates, but was appointed his group's leader and had to start and end the group presentation. He had clearly positioned his boner upwards before standing up to present but it didn't really help hide it. He definitely had one of those insanely rock-hard boners that only teenagers seem to get naturally without the aid of little blue pills. All it really did was make the fly of his khaki's bulge outwards emphasizing that he was hard.


"So, those are our group members. And now Jordan will talk about the building materials." Before he had even finished his sentence, he was already turning his back to the rest of the class and an obvious attempt to hide the predicament evident in his pants. I wasn't complaining though since it but his other cute asset on display: his perky bubble butt. His tail poked through the hole designed for that purpose and spiraled up and to the left affording me another amazing, unobstructed view.


"Poor" Joel was still standing with his back to the class and was staring directly down at his crotch. Probably cursing his proud puppy pecker for embarrassing him in front of his classmates. He even jammed his left paw into his pocket in a not so subtle attempt to readjust himself. But from my vantage point, it only made the back of his pants tighter.


Damn those pants are tight. He was definitely due for a new pair of khakis, but his parents were probably waiting until next year since he'd probably outgrow a new pair over the summer. But his pants were so tight that I swear the back seam was always in danger of ripping apart. That seam acted almost like a thong, splitting his puppy butt into two perfect hemispheres.


Damn. I have no idea what Jordan just said and I realized I was practically staring at Joel's ass. But I gave him full marks on my grading sheet anyway. He was a cute little lamb. Still filled out with baby fat. But obviously hasn't yet hit puberty despite being the same age as his classmates. I guess you’d say he was a late bloomer.


Jordan finally turned things over to Mary, a somewhat neurotic little puma kitten, who was explaining their blueprint design and I managed to try and stay focussed for the next 30 seconds since I was going to need to ask them some questions at the end of the presentation. I quickly filled out the grading rubric and jotted down some notes just in time to catch the hand-off back to Joel to wrap up the presentation.


"So, we.... best.... because." He had begun with his back still facing the class and was staring at the group presentation slides on the projection screen.


"Joel, " I interrupted him before he could go any further. "We really can't hear you in the back of the classroom. Can you turn around and speak up."


I could see that the hair on the back of his neck was bristling with embarrassment. My own sheath started to fill out when Joel did turn around. I’ve never gotten hard while teaching a class; never in 8 years of teaching. Before, his boy spike was really only bulging his pants a bit in the front, but now anyone glancing down couldn't help but notice what looked to be about 4 inches of turgid puppy meat pointed at about the 10 o'clock position.


"So... um.... we think our bridge design is... um.... the best... um because..."


I mouthed 'thanks' and flashed him a thumbs-up sign to let him know he was being heard. However, I was really thanking him for giving me quite an entertaining class today. I did a quick glance around the room and noticed the other dozen or so students were staring blankly at their own grading rubrics and not even paying attention. If they had been they would have clearly seen the outline of Joel's little cubhood visible even at the back of the room. It was quite obvious that he was well out of his sheath.


I think he realized that putting his paw in his pocket was not helping hide the tent he was making. He attempted to pull his paw out, but his pants were so tight that he was actually struggling. "So that's our present... present...." He was starting to sound a bit like a broken record player. But in the meantime, the front of his pants were pulling back and forth across his attentive little soldier. I'm not sure if the friction was making him forget what he was saying or just the frustration of his paw stuck in his pocket. But he eventually got it out while popping out the lining of his pocket so that it was now inside out and comically dangling a newborn husky’s ears .


"So that's it. Any questions?" Joel flashed his best smirky smile and I could see him eyeing his assigned seat. Probably wanting to rush there and to be done with the most embarrassing moment of his life (so far).


So of course, the rest of the class was silent. They were probably all worried about which group was going to present next and were reviewing the rubric so they could make sure they discussed all the points they needed to make to get as many points as possible.


"My first question is for Jordan." I decided to give Joel a little bit of a break. And asked Jordan and Mary about their parts of the presentation or at least the little bits I could remember. But eventually circled back around to the team leader.  "And Joel, why did your team stick with ‘Team D’ as your group name? You had the option to rename the group from the original letters you were assigned." I definitely heard a couple of whispers of "we can change our team names?" in the background.


"Well we CHOSE to stay with Team D because, " Joel began with a strong emphasis on the word 'chose' but with a not-so-subtle hesitation as he tried to come up with a reason why. "D stands for ‘determination’ and that's what our group is: we are determined. We are definitely Team D."


'D also stands for something else,' I was thinking as I inwardly chuckled at the thought that Joel was all for Team Dick. In the meantime, Joel's D had finally started to soften a bit and was only jutting out slightly at about 8:30 now. I was a little sad to see that extra, fun-sized group member leaving before the presentation was over.


"I'm glad to hear it. And a last follow up for anyone in the group. What was the hardest thing about this project so far?" Mary and Jordan just looked at each other, but hoping the other would say something so they wouldn't have too. Joel on the other hand, had already started towards his seat and was realizing his pocket was inside out and seemed to be trying to shove it back in. But playing it like he had intended to put both paws in his pockets. So everyone was a bit off their guard.


Joel managed to get both paws shoved in his pockets and was just saying "the hardest thing so far is..." His fingers of his right paw pressed down on his fading boner, which only served to make it rally again. I swear it throbbed as he finished with "... this presentation."


"Thank you." I started a slow clap as a reminder for the rest of the class to applaud the presenters for their efforts. "I look forward to seeing your model bridge once it's finished being built."


I wish all the other presenters were just as entertaining that day, but that Joel's precocious little boner was all the entertainment I had until the bell rang at the end of the class. Groups C through A were just the standard level of embarrassment for high school freshmen. And before long, I was wishing them a great rest of the day and sending them on to their next class. Joel was predictably one of the first to head out the door giving me just a glance at his tightly packed khaki bottom as he raced out the door.


"Um, Mr. El," Jordan approached my desk situated at the back of the room and used the nickname that students have given me. Officially, I'm Mr. Elwood to them when the school principal is around, but otherwise the more informal Mr. El is what I end up responding to most of the time. I guess it's better than Mr. E. “Was our presentation good?" Jordan was clearly concerned about how well they performed.


I didn't even have to lie about what I said, "it was the best one I have had this year. You guys really seem to have put a lot of hard work into it."


"I was just worried that maybe it wasn't very good." He was clearly just looking for some additional praise. I suspect he didn't get much attention at home.


"Of course, it was good. You always put your best effort into each of your projects. Your teammates are lucky to have you working with them." It wasn't really too far off the mark. He always put in more work than his peers. "But I really need to get going. I've got a meeting to go to and you should head off to your next class."


He looked for a second like he was going to say something else and then abruptly turned around practically yelling, "SEE YOU TOMORROW," as he headed out the door. His little lamb tail was shaking excitedly as he exited.


I DID have a meeting to get to, but I also desperately needed to piss before I got there. I had just finished a 3-class stretch which didn't leave me time for a bathroom break all morning. I tried to wait a full 2 minutes before I headed out, but truthfully I probably wasn't too far behind Jordan as I headed for the door and down the hall. I stopped by the 1st floor boys restroom on my way. The next class bell was about to ring so it should be empty and there was no way I could make it to the faculty restroom on the other side of the building.


As I approached the wooden door, a student I didn't recognize (probably from the middle school based on his height) burst through the door and was walking at a near sprint to his next class. I caught the door before it closed and stepped inside. The stench of boy and piss flooded my nose as I looked around the small room. It consisted of a single handicap stall and two urinals situated at just about knee height (probably the perfect height for 6th graders). This restroom was usually avoided as the spacious 2nd floor boys’ room had dividers between the 6 urinals and 3 stalls. Boys seem to go to the restroom in larger groups than the girls but seemed to go there since it was also more private.


I really couldn't wait much longer, and given that the stall door was closed I stepped in front of one of the low-set urinals. Hopefully, no students would come in. I usually made a point to avoid situations that would potentially get me into trouble with the administration. I was in the process of unzipping my black slacks when I heard the tell-tale sound of a young boy fapping like there was no tomorrow in the stall. Either he wasn't perturbed by yanking it while another cub was in the room or he thought he was alone after hearing the door open and close. Either way, the muffled sound of "Fuck" and a groan told me he was getting pretty close to finishing.


I had already hauled my own sheath out of my trunk briefs and through my trouser fly. It was pretty hot thinking there was someone beating their meat with wild abandon just on the other side of the partition, but there was definitely no way I was waiting any longer. I could already feel my muscles relaxing, ready to unleash a torrent of wolf-piss.


And then I heard a soft, almost tender, whisper, "Mr. El...." Then a gasp, followed by a much deeper, "Fuck." The sound of my piss splashing into the pool of stale urine in the basin of the urinal was suddenly the only sound in the room. Whoever was whispering my name on the other side of the partition suddenly knew that he wasn't alone. And he was probably trying to catch a pawful of hot cub-semen before it went everywhere while trying to remain as quiet as possible.


I knew he must have been one of my current students. It was this current batch that had given me the nickname 'Mr. El' instead of my full last name. Although I guess it could be one of my past students who had picked up on the name. But was he really jerking off thinking of me?


This was an interminably long piss; you know the kind where you are sure that the urinal might overflow if it goes on much longer. I finally felt a sense of relief wash over me and then a realization of what I had just heard. I was starting to put together a short list of who the pecker pounder I had practically caught red-handed might be. I couldn't help it.


I was shaking off the last few drops of urine when I heard the stall door squeak open behind me and to my left. The little perv wasn't even going to try and hide until I left. He must have been worried about being late for class. Or probably just assumed it was another cub, maybe a middle schooler, who overheard him wrestling with his wiley weasel a few moments ago and was willing to chance the embarrassment.


I turned my head just in time to see my favorite 9th grader, Joel, stepping out of the stall. The fur on his cheeks bristled as I said, "Well, if it isn't my favorite student. How's it going, Joel?" And then the fur on his whole body stood on end. But not just a little bit; a full-on floof - the body’s natural reaction danger evolved into a reaction to embarrassment. He must have been wondering if I heard him.


"Hey, Mr. El. It's been ages." He attempted to play it cool and flashed me his infamous smirk that always made it seem that he was up to something he shouldn't. He also stuck out a fist for a first-bump, probably unconsciously since it's my typical way of greeting students in the hallway.


I was still trying to eek out the last drops of piss by pulling back my sheath before I tucked back in, so my paws  weren't really free. But I couldn't leave him hanging. I turned awkwardly, extending my left fist to bang against his, while trying not to drip on my own loafers.


"Now don't be late for your next class." Even as the word's left my muzzle, I could see his eyes shift downwards. Not to make sure he connected with my fist, but looking past my left paw and towards my right. Or rather, what was in my right paw. And the smirk disappeared from his lips to be replaced by an ‘ohh’ face.


I'm sure he was only getting a quick profile peek, but maybe it was his first real wolf sheath. I'm pretty sure he was packing a bit over 4 inches based on an estimation from earlier that day. So my 5 soft inches was maybe a shock for him. Enough to make him freeze in place.


My fist finally breached the last bit of a gap between our outstretched paws and tapped into his. Our knuckles ground together for the merest instant. And I was turning back to the urinal, blocking my unintended exposure. Fuck, I was really pushing the limits of decency today. I had just exposed myself to a student.


"I'll see you tomorrow." I knew I was literally giving him the cold shoulder as I pretty much dismissed him with my back turned. I could hear his sneakers squeak on the cheap linoleum tiles in the bathroom as he turned away. And obviously was heading towards the door without washing his paws.


That prompted me to look down at my own left paw and saw the little glob of puppy cream nestled between my claws. I sniffed it as I heard the door close behind me and basked in the aroma of bleachy, cub cream that he inadvertently passed to me. My own jizz canon was starting to grow in my right paw, as I reached out my tongue and licked the little blot of white cream. I knew I needed more as soon as I tasted it: sweet and still warm.


I tucked my lengthing cock back into my pants before I got even more carried away. If I didn't have that meeting I'd be tempted to pound out my own load in the little boy's room. I washed my paws clean and headed out, vowing to definitely not put myself in that situation again. I don't think I could resist the temptation a second time.


As I pushed through the door back out into the hallway, I was already replaying the way he whispered my name when he was whitewashing his paw. And was already giving into the temptation to somehow put myself back in the same situation again.