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Before-” He was too late. The speaker blasted a sharp tone, signaling the end of the period. Nate sighed, dismissing everyone with another run down of the scripts and storyboards that would be due before anyone could rent the equipment. The students began to file out for what would be a long fifteen minutes where they were free to roam and socialize before the next class. More likely they would cram whatever homework they ignored last night into this final stretch of time. It left Nate with some time to himself, thankfully.\n\nHe moved across the room to the nearby desk and began to relax, but he noticed that there was one student who had hung back, seemingly waiting for the others to file out. Reggie Waltemyer was a junior, some hotshot on Ichitro’s basketball team. The lean rat sat in the back of class most of the time and even though he didn’t pick up the finer parts of using film for telling a story, but he certainly grew attached to the technical aspect. Editing and handling some of the grip duties on mock-sets were more his style. Still, Nate knew he had better things to do than waste time in an elective class he only needed a C in to get by.\n\nOnce they were alone, Nate finally peered over his desk. “Did you need something, Reggie?”\n\nFor some reason the youth smirked and sat back in his seat. His voice had that same range of cockiness that unsettled Nate. “Sort of. There’s a basketball game later tonight and was wondering if you’d be there taping it with the crew?”\n\nThe opossum nodded. “I’ll be running the control board for the majority of it. We have some of the students in the advanced class doing most of the actual shooting. Were you interested in operating a camera?” It was an unusually productive offer if Reggie was serious. \n\n“I’m thinking that’d be difficult to arrange with Coach Ichitro. I’m certain he’d rip my tail off if you stopped playing to run the camera or work the control station.” Nate said with a hiss. Difficult didn’t cover how tyrannical Ichitro’s attitude towards the school’s film department covering of the games. Though, that didn’t bother Nate as much. Some might think the opossum was letting the coach boss him around. They weren’t wrong. It made him start to sweat on the sidelines when he saw the bat doing his job. He’d already gotten a taste of the bat’s energy off the court and under the bed sheets. Now he craved it whenever he could get a muzzle under the bat’s arm or his dick buried under-tail.\n\n“Nuh-uh, nothing like that, teach.” Reggie chuckled, his naked tail slapping against the tiled floor. Something was making the teen grin all the harder, like some private joke that Nate wasn’t privy to. “I ain’t thinking about shooting anything but hoops tonight. But maybe if you get tired of staring at the tv screens you can come in the locker room and suck on my balls during half time?”\n\nThere was a beat of silence. It was prolonged with the wide stare the film teacher gave his student. The brazen attitude continued, the rat making certain the opossum hadn’t misheard his intent. “Maybe I could bend you over underneath the bleachers after the game? Make you sniff my pits like Coach does.”\n\nNate’s mouth hung open. He’d been thunderstruck by the crude language coming out of Reggie’s mouth. “You,” Nate stammered, finding his voice passing through a tight and dry throat. “Mr. Waltemyer, I don’t think we should continue this conversation.”\n\n“You don’t have to lecture me, Mr. Sprang. The way I see it, we’re both kinky fucks. We don’t have to talk about this. We can just do what’s natural.” The rat kicked back, letting his crotch sag off the edge of the seat. The prominent bulge in Reggie’s crotch was fuller than usual; no underwear underneath those thin gym shorts.\n\nNate swallowed. This wasn’t like what he had shared with Ichitro. Letting the bat take control was thrilling, but the risk and depravity was less of a concern due to the simple fact Ichitro was an adult. Reggie was-fifteen perhaps? He didn’t have any business letting a boy at least ten years his junior push him around. Yet, that thought made the boy’s groin all the more desirable suddenly.\n\nThe pause had given Reggie the time to follow his teacher’s gaze. The rodent smiled, running a paw down his thin front, letting it settle atop his thick bulge. “Liking the view, bitch?” Reggie jabbed a thumb at the door. “Get up and lock that sucker up. Then get down here and quit fretting.”\n\nHow the hell can he talk like that, Nate thought. To him! A teacher for goodness sake. Nate felt his bones stiffen and for a horrifying moment he thought he simply wouldn’t do anything. Just stay in his seat and stare in abject horror at what was happening. He wouldn’t submit. That’d just be embarrassing. He could only imagine what Ichitro might think. First thing he’d do when Reggie left he would report this to the principal.\n\nThe opossum’s ears suddenly flicked to attention and dread suddenly settled in his chest. How the hell could he report this to the principal? That a student, a star player on the basketball team, had blatantly demanded he bury his face in the teenager’s crotch? Of course that would mean Reggie would have to confirm or deny and given the fact he knew, somehow, that Nate and his coach were more than intimate coworkers-\n\n“Unlike you, I don’t give warnings when I’m teaching a lesson. Lock.” He said, his voice growing dark and his smirk spreading. “Door. Lick. Balls.” The rat spoke in sharp barks and rude gestures, ending his sentence with a pawful of his sack. The jostled bulge swayed within the cupped palm. The sight of it drove Nate mad all of a sudden. Hungry. Needy.\n\nNate’s pants were tight. He was painfully hard and he couldn’t deny that Reggie was pressing his luck. He really thought Nate was going to do as he ordered and simply let this kid push him around. Perhaps that was what pushed Nate past that point of no return. The sheer audacity of what was happening made his heart race with excited terror.\n\nThe opossum slid off of his chair and walked over to the door, his head down.\n\n-CLICK-\n\nDoor. Locked.\n\nNate’s head was cast down, the imagined defeat of this moment driving his head wild with desire. He wanted to let this kid have his way with him. Let him boast and brag about what a slut Mr. Sprang was. His whiskers twitched as he stood in front of Reggie staring at the youth’s lower torso. \n\n“Get down there.” Reggie said.\n\nNate felt his knees buckle under him, as though some unstoppable force was propelling him towards this terrible path. Why was he letting this happen?\n\nBecause Reggie said so. The simple fact of the matter, that rich ingredient that made this moment so arousing, was that Reggie was perfectly content with this outcome. Nate slid himself deep between the rat’s fuzzy thighs, his ears burning and nose wrinkling with the intense stench of a male rodent. His face hovered above the waistband, the opossum drinking in the musk radiating from below.\n\nRough fingers dug down into his head fur. Nate felt himself being shoved down into Reggie’s crotch. He groaned at the sensation of those sagging orbs and rat sheathe rubbing against his muzzle. The pain was only a confirmation that Reggie had won and Nate had lost, perhaps willingly, but all the same the teen was getting what he wanted.\n\n“Figured you’d be a slut. Must suck pretending to be in charge all the time.” The rat chuckled, clenching his fit thighs together to trap Nate’s face down in his nethers. His nails scratched along the opossum’s ears idly as he continued to encourage his teacher to nose at his crotch. The rat released a groan of delight and looked down with a confident sneer as he rubbed Nate’s head into his crotch.\n\nNate did nothing to stop him. His limbs twitched and trembled as he was buried into those heavy balls, bracing his hands against Reggie’s legs and whimpering up to the teen.\n\nThe rodent’s smirk only grew. “You going to behave for me, bitch?”\n\nNate nodded into the boy’s nuts with a whine. A part of his mind recoiled but the rest of him shuddered with lewd delight at the thought of submitting to Reggie’s budding libido. Though, it didn’t prepare him for what came next.\n\nReggie dipped his hand into his pants, his overbite digging into this lip. “Lets get something clear. I got you under my thumb now. I ain’t going to ask for better grades or any of that dumb shit.” His fished around in his groin, rolling the large orbs in his palm. “But you’re going to submit to me whenever I fucking say. After class, after school; If I want your slut mouth on my balls or under my tail, you’re going to do it. Understand?” The teen yanked on Nate’s ears. \n\nThe opossum gave out a cry, “Yes sir!”\n\nThe rat chuckled at the quick show of respect, “Jeez, you break easy. That’s going to make this even sweeter.” Reggie tugged down his shorts, tucking them under his fat nuts. The scent of sweat and the heady aroma of the rodent’s sack hit Nate’s senses like ambrosia. He dove in, hungry to get his lips on the pliable scrotum, huffing deeply as Reggie kept a firm grip on his ears. He was dragged up along the rat’s groin, forced into that damp space where his thighs met his groin and forced to imbibe the boy’s scent.\n\nThis treatment was short lived. They both still had the rest of the school day. Being tardy wasn’t in either of their character. Reggie pulled Nate up from his nethers and held him over the thick sheathe. The pink tip was already poking out, throbbing with need.\n\n“Put your mouth on it. Time for a taste of what your life is now.” Reggie ordered.\n\nNate obliged and pucked his lips on the fuzzy cock sheathe. He held it there, lightly nursing the tip, wincing at the raw taste of dick on his tongue.\n\nThat gave the rat another chuckle as he leaned back and cupped Nate’s chin, holding him firm and fast. “Just like that. Keep it there-” The rat groaned suddenly his breath ragged with excitement. “Gotta piss.”\n\nThe opossum’s eyes widened with shock. Reggie closed his eyes and began to let out an aroused hum. The opossum was trapped. He stared into the boy’s midriff, his mouth clamped on the boy’s groin as he waited with dread and lust.\n\nSeveral seconds passed. Nate couldn’t regret what was about to happen. He wanted it. It was humiliating. That, for some reason, gave the opossum enough reason to stomach it. He began to suckle on the rat’s cock, forming a tight seal over his sheathe as he waited. The rat stiffened and an instant later a hot jet pushed out into the film teacher’s mouth. It began to pool immediately and Nate grunted with disgust as he forced to swallow. The bitter taste left him thinking Reggie must have spent some time at the water fountain. Nate gulped, trying to keep up with the strong flow of urine. He began to tremble, another whine building in his as he swallowed with difficulty. His gaze snapped up to Reggie who gazed down on him with lidded eyes, totally relaxed.\n\n“Fuck yeah, bitch. Drink my pee.” The rat mumbled, stroking the older man’s chin and finding it dry. Nate wasn’t wasting a drop. The sensation of the opossum lips gently rubbing over the tip of the rat’s cock and sheathe granted the star player another notch of pride to his ego. A sneer spread across his muzzle as he sighed with content as he emptied his bladder down the throat of the marsupial.\n\nThe stream came to a dribble. Nate lapped at those dwindling drops. His tongue had been flat and huddled away from the pooling urine, but now he pushed it against the short spurts from the teen’s dick. His mouth was filled with the bitter flavor but his own cock had never been harder.\n\nReggie pushed the still thirsty opossum off his dick and shoved him down to dry his lips against his sack, laughing. “You really got off on that? Shit, Ichitro hit the jackpot with you. Lucky I’m playing hardball.” He stood, rubbing his musky crotch over his teacher’s brow and between his ears for good measure before pulling his shorts back up. “You want a taste of a real man you come find me at half-time, got it?”\n\nNate’s eyes were wide. He stared at the ground, still in shock at the warmth bubbling away in his gut and the stench of the teen’s balls clinging to his nostrils.\n\nReggie frowned, knocking the opossum upside the head with his open palm. “I said, do you got it?”\n\n“Yeah, yeah!” Nate blurted out, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. “I mean, yes!”\n\n“Yes what?” Reggie asked, pausing long enough to savor the answer as he stood over Nate.\n\n“Yes, sir.” Nate muttered with a soft voice, keeping his head low.\n\nThe rat gave him a thumbs up, snatching up his backpack and unlocking the door to head off to his next class. He hesitated, casting a cruel smirk to the still kneeling opossum. “See you later, Mr. Sprang.”\n\nThe silence in the classroom was unnerving. Nate felt as though he couldn’t stand. When he finally was able to stomach the sloshing inside his belly he began to quickly run over the notes for the next class. He went to a nearby sink, trying to wash out the harsh taste of the boy’s piss. He almost couldn’t believe he had done that, to a student no less. Ichitro would have laughed. Though, the thought that this humiliating situation might amuse the coach seemed to make it all the hotter. This still meant tonight game was a wary affair. Every sane part of him recoiled and demanded he take the night off, but the fire of what just transpired was still burning fiercely and he could only shiver and imagine the things Reggie Waltemyer might do to him.\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"“Remember the limits on this project! Two minute montage! Setup, struggle, payoff!” The opossum’s voice dipped lower to ensure he made his point clear. “Last set of short films you kids made had a lot of substance that we need to narrow down. Lets just try to tell a story in less than twenty minutes this time.” Nate’s eyes darted towards the pair of girls in the front of the tiny classroom and narrowed his eyes. They were already glancing past their shoulders and glancing back at the speaker where the bell would sound.
“Any questions? Before-” He was too late. The speaker blasted a sharp tone, signaling the end of the period. Nate sighed, dismissing everyone with another run down of the scripts and storyboards that would be due before anyone could rent the equipment. The students began to file out for what would be a long fifteen minutes where they were free to roam and socialize before the next class. More likely they would cram whatever homework they ignored last night into this final stretch of time. It left Nate with some time to himself, thankfully.
He moved across the room to the nearby desk and began to relax, but he noticed that there was one student who had hung back, seemingly waiting for the others to file out. Reggie Waltemyer was a junior, some hotshot on Ichitro’s basketball team. The lean rat sat in the back of class most of the time and even though he didn’t pick up the finer parts of using film for telling a story, but he certainly grew attached to the technical aspect. Editing and handling some of the grip duties on mock-sets were more his style. Still, Nate knew he had better things to do than waste time in an elective class he only needed a C in to get by.
Once they were alone, Nate finally peered over his desk. “Did you need something, Reggie?”
For some reason the youth smirked and sat back in his seat. His voice had that same range of cockiness that unsettled Nate. “Sort of. There’s a basketball game later tonight and was wondering if you’d be there taping it with the crew?”
The opossum nodded. “I’ll be running the control board for the majority of it. We have some of the students in the advanced class doing most of the actual shooting. Were you interested in operating a camera?” It was an unusually productive offer if Reggie was serious.
“I’m thinking that’d be difficult to arrange with Coach Ichitro. I’m certain he’d rip my tail off if you stopped playing to run the camera or work the control station.” Nate said with a hiss. Difficult didn’t cover how tyrannical Ichitro’s attitude towards the school’s film department covering of the games. Though, that didn’t bother Nate as much. Some might think the opossum was letting the coach boss him around. They weren’t wrong. It made him start to sweat on the sidelines when he saw the bat doing his job. He’d already gotten a taste of the bat’s energy off the court and under the bed sheets. Now he craved it whenever he could get a muzzle under the bat’s arm or his dick buried under-tail.
“Nuh-uh, nothing like that, teach.” Reggie chuckled, his naked tail slapping against the tiled floor. Something was making the teen grin all the harder, like some private joke that Nate wasn’t privy to. “I ain’t thinking about shooting anything but hoops tonight. But maybe if you get tired of staring at the tv screens you can come in the locker room and suck on my balls during half time?”
There was a beat of silence. It was prolonged with the wide stare the film teacher gave his student. The brazen attitude continued, the rat making certain the opossum hadn’t misheard his intent. “Maybe I could bend you over underneath the bleachers after the game? Make you sniff my pits like Coach does.”
Nate’s mouth hung open. He’d been thunderstruck by the crude language coming out of Reggie’s mouth. “You,” Nate stammered, finding his voice passing through a tight and dry throat. “Mr. Waltemyer, I don’t think we should continue this conversation.”
“You don’t have to lecture me, Mr. Sprang. The way I see it, we’re both kinky fucks. We don’t have to talk about this. We can just do what’s natural.” The rat kicked back, letting his crotch sag off the edge of the seat. The prominent bulge in Reggie’s crotch was fuller than usual; no underwear underneath those thin gym shorts.
Nate swallowed. This wasn’t like what he had shared with Ichitro. Letting the bat take control was thrilling, but the risk and depravity was less of a concern due to the simple fact Ichitro was an adult. Reggie was-fifteen perhaps? He didn’t have any business letting a boy at least ten years his junior push him around. Yet, that thought made the boy’s groin all the more desirable suddenly.
The pause had given Reggie the time to follow his teacher’s gaze. The rodent smiled, running a paw down his thin front, letting it settle atop his thick bulge. “Liking the view, bitch?” Reggie jabbed a thumb at the door. “Get up and lock that sucker up. Then get down here and quit fretting.”
How the hell can he talk like that, Nate thought. To him! A teacher for goodness sake. Nate felt his bones stiffen and for a horrifying moment he thought he simply wouldn’t do anything. Just stay in his seat and stare in abject horror at what was happening. He wouldn’t submit. That’d just be embarrassing. He could only imagine what Ichitro might think. First thing he’d do when Reggie left he would report this to the principal.
The opossum’s ears suddenly flicked to attention and dread suddenly settled in his chest. How the hell could he report this to the principal? That a student, a star player on the basketball team, had blatantly demanded he bury his face in the teenager’s crotch? Of course that would mean Reggie would have to confirm or deny and given the fact he knew, somehow, that Nate and his coach were more than intimate coworkers-
“Unlike you, I don’t give warnings when I’m teaching a lesson. Lock.” He said, his voice growing dark and his smirk spreading. “Door. Lick. Balls.” The rat spoke in sharp barks and rude gestures, ending his sentence with a pawful of his sack. The jostled bulge swayed within the cupped palm. The sight of it drove Nate mad all of a sudden. Hungry. Needy.
Nate’s pants were tight. He was painfully hard and he couldn’t deny that Reggie was pressing his luck. He really thought Nate was going to do as he ordered and simply let this kid push him around. Perhaps that was what pushed Nate past that point of no return. The sheer audacity of what was happening made his heart race with excited terror.
The opossum slid off of his chair and walked over to the door, his head down.
-CLICK-
Door. Locked.
Nate’s head was cast down, the imagined defeat of this moment driving his head wild with desire. He wanted to let this kid have his way with him. Let him boast and brag about what a slut Mr. Sprang was. His whiskers twitched as he stood in front of Reggie staring at the youth’s lower torso.
“Get down there.” Reggie said.
Nate felt his knees buckle under him, as though some unstoppable force was propelling him towards this terrible path. Why was he letting this happen?
Because Reggie said so. The simple fact of the matter, that rich ingredient that made this moment so arousing, was that Reggie was perfectly content with this outcome. Nate slid himself deep between the rat’s fuzzy thighs, his ears burning and nose wrinkling with the intense stench of a male rodent. His face hovered above the waistband, the opossum drinking in the musk radiating from below.
Rough fingers dug down into his head fur. Nate felt himself being shoved down into Reggie’s crotch. He groaned at the sensation of those sagging orbs and rat sheathe rubbing against his muzzle. The pain was only a confirmation that Reggie had won and Nate had lost, perhaps willingly, but all the same the teen was getting what he wanted.
“Figured you’d be a slut. Must suck pretending to be in charge all the time.” The rat chuckled, clenching his fit thighs together to trap Nate’s face down in his nethers. His nails scratched along the opossum’s ears idly as he continued to encourage his teacher to nose at his crotch. The rat released a groan of delight and looked down with a confident sneer as he rubbed Nate’s head into his crotch.
Nate did nothing to stop him. His limbs twitched and trembled as he was buried into those heavy balls, bracing his hands against Reggie’s legs and whimpering up to the teen.
The rodent’s smirk only grew. “You going to behave for me, bitch?”
Nate nodded into the boy’s nuts with a whine. A part of his mind recoiled but the rest of him shuddered with lewd delight at the thought of submitting to Reggie’s budding libido. Though, it didn’t prepare him for what came next.
Reggie dipped his hand into his pants, his overbite digging into this lip. “Lets get something clear. I got you under my thumb now. I ain’t going to ask for better grades or any of that dumb shit.” His fished around in his groin, rolling the large orbs in his palm. “But you’re going to submit to me whenever I fucking say. After class, after school; If I want your slut mouth on my balls or under my tail, you’re going to do it. Understand?” The teen yanked on Nate’s ears.
The opossum gave out a cry, “Yes sir!”
The rat chuckled at the quick show of respect, “Jeez, you break easy. That’s going to make this even sweeter.” Reggie tugged down his shorts, tucking them under his fat nuts. The scent of sweat and the heady aroma of the rodent’s sack hit Nate’s senses like ambrosia. He dove in, hungry to get his lips on the pliable scrotum, huffing deeply as Reggie kept a firm grip on his ears. He was dragged up along the rat’s groin, forced into that damp space where his thighs met his groin and forced to imbibe the boy’s scent.
This treatment was short lived. They both still had the rest of the school day. Being tardy wasn’t in either of their character. Reggie pulled Nate up from his nethers and held him over the thick sheathe. The pink tip was already poking out, throbbing with need.
“Put your mouth on it. Time for a taste of what your life is now.” Reggie ordered.
Nate obliged and pucked his lips on the fuzzy cock sheathe. He held it there, lightly nursing the tip, wincing at the raw taste of dick on his tongue.
That gave the rat another chuckle as he leaned back and cupped Nate’s chin, holding him firm and fast. “Just like that. Keep it there-” The rat groaned suddenly his breath ragged with excitement. “Gotta piss.”
The opossum’s eyes widened with shock. Reggie closed his eyes and began to let out an aroused hum. The opossum was trapped. He stared into the boy’s midriff, his mouth clamped on the boy’s groin as he waited with dread and lust.
Several seconds passed. Nate couldn’t regret what was about to happen. He wanted it. It was humiliating. That, for some reason, gave the opossum enough reason to stomach it. He began to suckle on the rat’s cock, forming a tight seal over his sheathe as he waited. The rat stiffened and an instant later a hot jet pushed out into the film teacher’s mouth. It began to pool immediately and Nate grunted with disgust as he forced to swallow. The bitter taste left him thinking Reggie must have spent some time at the water fountain. Nate gulped, trying to keep up with the strong flow of urine. He began to tremble, another whine building in his as he swallowed with difficulty. His gaze snapped up to Reggie who gazed down on him with lidded eyes, totally relaxed.
“Fuck yeah, bitch. Drink my pee.” The rat mumbled, stroking the older man’s chin and finding it dry. Nate wasn’t wasting a drop. The sensation of the opossum lips gently rubbing over the tip of the rat’s cock and sheathe granted the star player another notch of pride to his ego. A sneer spread across his muzzle as he sighed with content as he emptied his bladder down the throat of the marsupial.
The stream came to a dribble. Nate lapped at those dwindling drops. His tongue had been flat and huddled away from the pooling urine, but now he pushed it against the short spurts from the teen’s dick. His mouth was filled with the bitter flavor but his own cock had never been harder.
Reggie pushed the still thirsty opossum off his dick and shoved him down to dry his lips against his sack, laughing. “You really got off on that? Shit, Ichitro hit the jackpot with you. Lucky I’m playing hardball.” He stood, rubbing his musky crotch over his teacher’s brow and between his ears for good measure before pulling his shorts back up. “You want a taste of a real man you come find me at half-time, got it?”
Nate’s eyes were wide. He stared at the ground, still in shock at the warmth bubbling away in his gut and the stench of the teen’s balls clinging to his nostrils.
Reggie frowned, knocking the opossum upside the head with his open palm. “I said, do you got it?”
“Yeah, yeah!” Nate blurted out, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. “I mean, yes!”
“Yes what?” Reggie asked, pausing long enough to savor the answer as he stood over Nate.
“Yes, sir.” Nate muttered with a soft voice, keeping his head low.
The rat gave him a thumbs up, snatching up his backpack and unlocking the door to head off to his next class. He hesitated, casting a cruel smirk to the still kneeling opossum. “See you later, Mr. Sprang.”
The silence in the classroom was unnerving. Nate felt as though he couldn’t stand. When he finally was able to stomach the sloshing inside his belly he began to quickly run over the notes for the next class. He went to a nearby sink, trying to wash out the harsh taste of the boy’s piss. He almost couldn’t believe he had done that, to a student no less. Ichitro would have laughed. Though, the thought that this humiliating situation might amuse the coach seemed to make it all the hotter. This still meant tonight game was a wary affair. Every sane part of him recoiled and demanded he take the night off, but the fire of what just transpired was still burning fiercely and he could only shiver and imagine the things Reggie Waltemyer might do to him.
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