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The sharp trill of the gym teachers whistle echoed through the gymnasium.
'Alright, bell's in five - let's get cleaned up, everyone! Good work today.'
Reyn stopped in his tracks, panting and puffing. Gym was far from his favorite class, but it did have its perks.
'Everyone be sure and say thank you to Buster for helping out today! Buster, you okay putting the equipment back?' said the teacher, as he turned his gaze to the slim built weasel nearby.
'Yeah, sure. I don't have anything next period anyway. Mind if I keep a helper back with me?' Buster asked.
'Sure thing. Any volunte-?'
Before the teacher could finish, Reyn's hand was already airborne, the young beagle practically standing on tiptoes. A round of jeering snickers sounded from his classmates.
'Alright you lot, enough of that! Ain't you all got classes to get to?' He lowered his voice as he turned to Buster, handing him a jangling set of keys. The weasel took them gratefully, but not before the teacher whispered to him.
'Be sure and clean up after yourselves too, hear?'
Buster smirked and nodded subtly. It was the best and worst kept secret in the school - the older boy was always willing to help teachers out for extra credit, but that wasn't the reward he really looked forward to. It was the time alone with his ‘helpers’ that he most enjoyed. He had a small retinue of pups, kits and cubs of every kind that would follow him around every chance they got, eager to ‘help’ him at every opportunity.
The symphony of sneakers squeaking on linoleum filled the air and then, just as quickly, dissipated again as the other kids left the gym. The heavy doors swung shut behind the teacher, leaving only Buster and the young beagle alone in the big, empty hall.
Reyn got to work without hesitation, rolling up one of the big padded gym mats. Buster had been eyeing the beagle up for some time now, ever since they transferred here at the start of the semester. He watched the pup’s pert little rump, nicely outlined by his gym shorts, shaking back and forth as Reyn pushed the heavy mat into a tight roll. The weasel’s hand strayed south as he watched, gently massaging the growing tent in his shorts.
As the beagle bent over to lift one end of the rolled mat, Busters eyes watched his shirt lift up his back slightly. He traced the chocolate brown fur that ran down from the cub’s head to his lower back between shirt and shorts, and how the same coloring ran down his outer thighs. He wondered where it parted – above the tail, perhaps? Or maybe further south than that, he thought, smirking.
Reyn grunted as he dragged the mat towards the storage room, not even asking for help. Trying to show off for the older boy perhaps, Buster thought. Well, if showing off was the name of the game...
The teen walked over to the other end of the mat, kneeling down and smiling at the Beagle - who looked up at him through the adorably dorky round glasses perched on his snout.
'Hey now, you're my lil helper, remember? You don't have to do it alone.' He said, smiling as he straightened his legs and hefted the other end. He bought it up to be level with where Reyn was holding it, and smiled to himself as he saw the pups eyes widen and stare. Quite on purpose, the weasel had bought the mat right up under his balls. They now rested squarely atop it, the shorts above them propped up on his half-hard cock.
He waited a few seconds, watching as Reyns slender tail wagged back and forth behind him, a thin pink blush on his white-furred cheeks, before speaking up.
'After you.'
Reyn blinked and shook his head slightly, breaking out of his inquisitive staring contest. 'R-right.'
Slowly, they moved the mat towards the closet, with the Beagle clearly sneaking more peeks in between looking over his shoulder to check where they were going.
As they moved the next one, Buster made a point of swinging his hips as he walked. The front of his shorts was now tenting prominently under the pups flustered gaze - a fact he made no effort to conceal, even as his member lifted them up in line with his waistband, rocking from side to side as they walked.
With the third and final mat, Buster smirked - Reyn lifted his end in such a way as to make it very obviously rub up and past his groin, lifting the petite bulge briefly before it flopped down behind the mat. He looked up at the older boy as it did so, tail swishing behind him and his big, floppy ears folded back in nervous embarrassment as the teenager met his gaze and smirked at him knowingly.
Placing the last mat down on the floor of the storage room, the pup stood up and glanced up at Buster. With his hands clasped nervously behind his back, it was hard not to notice the tent in his shorts – or the way he kept glancing down at the even more prominent tent in the teen’s.
Buster grinned, and as the beagle watched, stroked a hand over his thigh and inwards, onto his groin. Reyn’s tail stopped wagging, his nervous rocking on the balls of his heels halting as he stared, transfixed at the display before him. Buster brushed his fingers and thumb over the outline of his cock, then flexed it, making it bounce almost perpendicular to his body – his shorts just barely keeping it concealed. The pup swallowed nervously, still staring intently at it.
‘You wanna see it?’ he asked, softly.
Reyn nodded without even a moment’s hesitation, his tail swishing back and forth once more.
‘How about this… I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.’ the weasel said with a grin. Reyn looked up at him in surprise, blushing at the request. He gave a playful giggle under his breath as he reached up and hooked his thumbs into his waistband. He glanced over at the storage room door, still hanging open. Buster smirked.
‘Well?’
The beagle glanced between Buster and the open door, panting nervously. After a few seconds of hesitation, he pulled the front of his shorts down to his thighs, the blush on his cheeks growing intensely deeper. Buster growled approvingly at the sight – a perfect, short, pale-skinned cub cock protruded stiffly from the beagle’s hips, foreskin covering his tip. Beneath it, between his snow-white and delightfully plump thighs, sat a tight little coin-purse that hadn’t even begun to drop. He stood there, stiff as a board in every sense as the older boy ogled his exposed body.
‘Mmmfh… very nice, cutie. So, ever seen a bigger boy’s dick before?’ he asked. Reyn shook his head, without taking his gaze off of Buster’s groin. The weasel smiled, and slowly pushed the front of his shorts down. The white fabric ran down his waist, exposing the thicker, plush fur between his belly button and groin. Inch by inch, he slid it slowly down his shaft – the stiffly erect length being pressed down, until it finally slipped free. His cock leapt back upright as the fabric slid past, and he smirked as he watched Reyn’s eyes follow it as it bounced up and down before coming to rest.
Reyn stared intently at the sight, swallowing nervously, his mouth hanging just barely open. His hand was at his groin, thumb rubbing over the top of his stiff little cock’s shaft.
‘Does yours feel good when you play with it, too?’ Buster asked, taking his dick in his hand and slowly stroking along it – bunching the skin up against the tip before rolling it back again, the stiff flesh twitching softly. The pup nodded again, muttering a ‘yuh-huh…’ as he curled his fingers around his own just like the teenager, stroking it in time with him.
‘Well, so does mine. So if you wanna play with mine, I’d like that too.’ he said, grinning.
Reyn’s ears perked a little, his tail wagging behind him as he hurriedly closed the gap between them. Swallowing his nerves once more, he let go of his stubby boner and reached up slowly. Buster, in turn, took his hand off of his dick and reached down. Taking the pup’s hand gently in his, he pulled it closer and pressed it up against his shaft. Reyn’s fingers curled around it, not even coming close to touching on the other side. He stared at in awe, huffing softly as it throbbed in his grip.
His other hand resting on the weasel’s thigh, he started to stroke his hand over the bigger boy’s much bigger cock. It was so much bigger and harder than his ever got. His nose twitched softly as he sniffed the air. Not just bigger, but smellier too… and not in a bad way. It was a smell that seemed to heat up the inside of his nose, and ran down his body to make his own cock twitch and shiver. It even made him start to salivate...
He felt the older boy’s hand brush over his head, and stroke back between his ears, before it pulled him closer. Next thing he knew, the head of the teenager’s big, stiff cock was pressed against his nose. He kept stroking it, listening to the bigger boy’s soft groans as he did so. As he breathed in, he felt his knees go weak – a shiver running down his entire body as he drank in a deep, hot lungful of his musky scent.
‘Smells nice, doesn’t it?’
Reyn nodded without taking his snout off it.
‘It tastes nice too, you know.’
The beagle whimpered softly. It did..?
Cautiously, in case this was some kind of mean prank, the pup opened his mouth. Leaning in, he let his tongue slide out, before brushing the tip against Buster’s glans. It tasted… warm. Meaty. A little salty. It even felt nice against his tongue, too…
Buster groaned as the pup’s tongue started to lick at his cock’s warm, pliant underbelly, flicking across it as he kept his nose up against it with his paw still slowly stroking him off. With every passing moment, Reyn only got more into it – rubbing his tongue over a longer and longer stretch of the older boy’s stiff dick. He tilted his head back, dragging his tongue up towards the tip. As he licked over the weasel’s glans, he heard Buster grunt and give a deeper, fonder groan – a noise that made his ears perk and his tail wag. He licked that same spot again, and again – each time hearing the older boy moan and feeling his big, tasty thing twitch in his grip.
‘Ohhh, that’s it, pup… that feels so good. You’re *such* a good helper…’
Reyn whined happily, tail wagging eagerly. He liked being praised… especially being praised for doing something as naughty as this. He’d wanted to play with other boy’s dicks for so long, now – ever since he’d realized that rubbing his on stuff was fun, he wondered what other boy’s dicks might feel like. He growled back at the weasel as his hand pumped along the bottom half of his dick, lapping and licking at the warm, tasty tip. Buster’s breathing was growing shorter and tighter…
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The bell! The next class was starting. Had it been fifteen minutes already? Reyn’s ears and tail drooped – right up until the weasel looked down at him and smiled.
‘Why’d you stop, pup? Don’t tell me math sounds like more fun than playing with me like this?’
Reyn shook his head. Of course it didn’t, but…
‘I’ll explain everything to your teacher. You just go back to playing with my dick.’ he smirked. The pup’s ears perked again, his tail starting to wag once more. That was all the invitation he needed – immediately, his hand started to pump over Buster’s cock again, his head leaning back in so he could lick and lap and kiss all over his yummy, twitchy tip. The older boy groaned loudly, stroking his fingers through the pup’s head-fur.
‘Ohhh yeah… open your mouth, pup… let me show you something even more fun.’
The beagle whined inquisitively, but obeyed – parting his lips wider, his tongue hanging out while staying pressed up against the thick, warm meat. Buster’s hand took a firmer grip, tilting his head downwards slightly as his hips pressed forwards. The head of the bigger boy’s dick slid into Reyn’s mouth, nestling against his tongue. The weasel’s hand slid down, taking hold of his chin and guiding it closed, until the pup’s lips were wrapped snugly around his thing.
‘That’s it. Now move your mouth over it…’
Reyn obediently did as the weasel instructed. He leaned in closer, sliding his lips down the stiff, twitching meat, his tongue brushing over the underside. Once he couldn’t go any lower, he slid back again, until the tip was only just inside. Buster moaned deeply, his grip softening even as his hand remained where it was.
‘How’s it feel to suck your first dick, puppy?’ he grinned. Reyn wagged happily – the shape, the heat and the stiffness of another boy’s thing in his mouth was fun. The way it twitched and throbbed with every stroke of his lips along it, and how it made Buster groan and moan and breathe so heavily… he loved it. Panting through his snout, he slid his mouth up and down the older boy’s big, yummy dick - the stiff flesh glistening in the light that came in through the doorway as his drool coated it.
‘Mmffhh… good puppy… just a little more…’ Buster groaned, his breaths growing deeper and faster. His dick was even harder, now, and twitched between Reyn’s lips with every stroke. He went faster, slurping eagerly up and down his cock. The hot, meaty pole was oozing something warm, something that soaked his tongue in a salty flavor that he just loved. Buster’s moaning grew more intense, and the grip on the back of Reyn’s head tightened once more, stopping him short between strokes as the thick flesh throbbed and jerked in his maw.
‘F-fuck… here it comes… drink up, pup..!’
Before he could wonder what Buster meant, a sudden wave of thick, sticky heat filled his mouth. It shot from Buster’s dick, in waves that his tongue could feel rushing up his length, and it drowned his tastebuds in an even stronger version of that warm, salty flavor. Before he knew it, his cheeks were bulging, with something hot dribbling down his chin. He swallowed it down, and just as quickly, his mouth filled up again! Time and again he swallowed, drinking down the thick, hot goo the weasel’s cock was squirting into his mouth.
Before long, the waves subsided – his last gulp emptying his mouth once more. Panting hotly, he glanced up at Buster. The weasel’s hand was still tight on the back of his head, his dick no longer as hard as it had been, yet still twitching and throbbing in his mouth.
‘Hah… hoh yeah… did you like your first taste of cum, cutie?’ the teen said, looking down at him with a wide grin as he panted hotly, catching his breath. He got his answer with a grunt, as he felt the pup sucking on his cock, his tongue rubbing against the hole all the yummy goo had come out of.
‘Mfh… good boy, cleaning up after yourself.’ Buster snickered, rubbing his fingers through the pup’s head-fur as Reyn’s tongue licked hungrily at his tip. ‘You wanna see how that feels for yourself?’
Reyn’s eyes widened and he nodded eagerly. Pulling his mouth off of Buster’s dick with a wet pop, he lifted his arms slightly as the weasel bent down and lifted him up – placing him on his back on a nearby hobby-horse. The older boy tugged his shorts the rest of the way off, dropping them to one side and parting his white-furred legs with each hand. Reyn watched, panting hotly, as Buster’s face ducked in between his legs, towards his still rigidly hard dick.
The teen’s tongue slid over his cock, writhing around it. Reyn shut his eyes, fingers and toes clenching as a shiver ran through him and a moaned whimper leaked from his throat. Every few licks, the older boy ducked his head down lower, dragging his tongue over his balls as well. He didn’t even need to ask if the beagle was enjoying this – the way his whole little body shivered and twitched with each slurp, moaning and whining all the while, was clue enough.
He wrapped his mouth around the pup’s stiff length, easily fitting the whole thing between his lips as they kissed up against his belly. Stroking his thumbs over the beagle’s hips, he bobbed his head over it steadily, reveling in the way the cub writhed in his grip. Before long, he felt the pup’s writhing grow stronger, and felt his dick twitching and jerking in his mouth. It throbbed again and again, and the pup was blushing so hotly it was a wonder his cheeks didn’t burst into flame. He kept sucking him off through his cum-less climax, holding his hips tightly as he worked. The pups hands grabbed hold of his head-fur, scrabbling awkwardly, his little thighs clamping around his face before the weasel finally relented and slipped his mouth off of it.
Reyn collapsed back against the hobby-horse, panting heavily and whimpering as his tail beat out a drum-beat on the wooden frame. ‘W-wow… c-can you… do that again..?’ he whined, biting his lip as he looked down at the weasel – his drool-soaked little dick twitching eagerly.
‘I’m gonna do so much more to you than that, pup.’ he grinned. The beagle tilted his head at first, then, as he watched the older boy’s head dip down between his legs and nuzzle past his balls, his brows raised. A thumb pressed into his buttocks on either side, squeezing and spreading them as a warm wash of breath brushed over his butt. Looking up at the cub, Buster growled playfully.
‘Oh, and Reyn?’
The pup whimpered softly. He was blushing again, beyond embarrassed that the weasel was looking at his butt like that – yet his tail thumped against the wood of the hobby-horse eagerly. ‘Mmh..?’
‘When was the last time you heard gym class from another room? You don’t have to try so hard to be quiet.’ he grinned. Reyn blushed again – and as the older boy’s snout pressed in under his sack and he felt the wide, wet shape of his tongue rub over his butt, he jumped and gasped. It felt weird… but as it happened again, and again, he couldn’t help but moan. The warm, damp muscle licked and slurped over his tail-hole, writhing against it, tickling sensitive spots he never knew he had. His body tried to squirm and writhe, but Buster’s firm grip on his hips held him steady. He grabbed hold of the top of the hobby horse on either side of himself, his legs closing around the older boy’s head, clamping him against his butt.
The hot breaths coming from his snout blew across Reyn’s sack as his tongue licked and lapped at his ring. The cub whined as he realized his dick had gotten completely hard again, without even being touched – every slurp and lick making it twitch and quiver like Buster was sucking him off again. Unable to hold back, he parted his maw and let out a loud, happy moan, his tail thumping against the wood beneath him. He could feel rivulets of drool running down his cheeks, and the tip of Buster’s tongue rubbing in and pressing against the middle of his puckered hole, making him squirm and groan all the more.
He went limp, panting, as the teen pulled away – lifting his head and smirking at the pup from between his thighs. His hands slid up Reyn’s thighs, gripping his knees and slowly but firmly pulling his legs open before standing up. As he did so, the tip of his cock, stiff and twitching once more, peeked into view between the pup’s legs, brushing over his tight little ball sack. Reyn stared at it intently as it hovered there, twitching.
‘You’ve got a really cute bum, pup. Can I put my dick in it?’ the weasel asked, as his cock throbbed eagerly. Reyn stared at it, and at him, and back at it. Buster’s hips were rocking slowly as he spoke, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth over the pup’s balls.
‘Remember how it felt when I came in your mouth?’ Buster continued. ‘Imagine that, with all those feelings my tongue just made you feel…’
Reyn’s tail had slowed, but now it started thumping against the hobby horse again. He looked up at the weasel and nodded eagerly.
‘You want me to do that?’
Reyn nodded again, panting heavily.
Buster grinned, leaning in closer. He rubbed his dick against the pup’s nuts, grinding it slowly against his body. Reyn shivered softly, staring down at it as the tip rose and sank between his legs.
‘You know that means we’ll have had sex, right?’
Reyn glanced up at him, staring. After a pause, he nodded again.
‘Good boy.’ the weasel said, smirking softly. He drew his hips back, tilting them to angle his cock down, and rubbed it slowly down the pup’s drool-soaked taint. As it came to rest against his glistening ring, he stroked his hands up the beagle’s thighs.
‘God, you’re adorable… relax for me, cutie.’ he growled, slowly rocking his hips against the cub’s bum. His soft cheeks stroked against the sides of Buster’s tip as it nudged in against his hole, the rolling of his hips rubbing it in against him. Reyn gasped softly, gripping the hobby-horse tightly as he felt that big, warm dick trying to push into his butt. His puppy-cock was twitching stiffly, pointing straight up from his waist. Every nudge into the middle of his ring made it quiver again. He did all he could to do as Buster asked and relax, for as much as his body was telling him to clench.
He watched as the weasel leaned his head down, stopping his pushing for a moment to let a big glob of drool leak from his mouth and fall down below. He felt it slap wetly against his taint. Buster’s dick pulled back a little more, and he felt the warmth and wetness of his saliva dribbling down around his tip before it pressed back in against him. This time, he felt his hole stretching around it. He gasped, clutching the cushion under him as he fought back the reflexive urge to clench against the fleshy invader. Each time Buster’s hips rolled closer, he felt his hole stretching wider and wider still. Then, it happened – a sudden rush of warmth running into his groin as Buster’s hips slipped a few inches closer, and he felt it twitch. He felt his tip… it was in him, swelling against his insides as he throbbed.
The weasel groaned deeply, rubbing his hands slowly, soothingly over the cub’s thighs. ‘Hoh, shit… you’re doing great, Reyn… you like how my dick feels in there?’ he said with a lustful purr, staring at the cub through half-lidded eyes. Reyn looked up at him. He was already panting slightly, the tip of his tongue hanging from between his lips.
‘Can I put more in?’
‘Y-yeah…’ Reyn panted, nodding. ‘You can… um… y-you can put it all in there… if you wanna.’ he offered. Buster grinned widely, stroking his thighs again.
‘Oh, I wanna.’ he said, pressing his hips forwards. Slowly, inch by inch, his cock sank between the cub’s cheeks. Reyn’s eyes fluttered shut, soft whimpers coming from his throat as he felt the weasel’s big, hard dick sliding into his butt. His tip, so warm and round, rubbed in against his guts deeper and deeper. With a gasp, he realized the older boy’s hips were pressed up against his thighs. He opened his eyes again and stared, blushing hotly. Buster was right up against him… which meant...
Buster grinned at him, and flexed his dick. The pup watched – and felt - as the bulge in his belly rose slightly, and gave a loud, happy whine. The cub’s cock throbbed in response, his little legs shaking in Buster’s hands.
‘Buster..!’
‘You like that, don’t you cutie?’
Reyn whined loudly, nodding. He lifted a hand nervously, moving it towards his belly, and stroked gently over the bulge in his gut. Buster smirked and flexed it again. The cub whined loudly as he felt it press up against his palm. It was really in there… the bigger boy’s dick was all the way inside him and it felt so, so good..!
Buster hips began to move again, slowly rolling a few inches away from the cub’s rump before gliding back in again. The pup’s head fell back, whimpers and whines of pleasure leaking from him – his stiff little boner twitching happily.
‘Come on, cutie… be loud for me. Quit holding those cute little groans back. I know you’re loving this.’ the weasel teased, growling softly as the beagle whined and writhed. After a few more thrusts of hesitation, Reyn glanced down again – watching that bulge in his belly rise and fall, the bigger boy’s hips coming closer and pulling away again, feeling the thick, stiff flesh of his dick stretching his butthole around it – and as his head fell back again, he opened his mouth and let out a loud, happy groan.
‘Aaaaah..! B-Buster..!’
The pup’s words devolved into whimpering moans as his body started to shake and shudder, his legs clenching around Buster’s sides as another dry orgasm ran through him. His boner throbbed and jerked spasmodically, flexing and twitching as the weasel’s hips slapped up against his ass with each thrust. Feeling how much easier it had become, Buster leaned in, drawing his hips back further now as he fucked the eager little bottom properly. Reyn whined loudly, letting out moans and groans of delight as the bigger boy’s dick hollowed him out.
The cub fell back, whining and squirming as his dry climax subsided – yet he made no effort to pull away, or to stop the teen from fucking him. To the contrary, Reyn’s legs stayed tightly locked around his hips, and he glanced down at the weasel with a flustered grin.
‘This is… s-so much funnnnn…!’ he whined, his thighs squeezing even tighter for a moment. Buster growled fondly, his hips still bouncing off the beagle’s ass. Panting heavily, he planted one hand on the cushion of the hobby-horse, leaning in over him as his thrusts drew back further still – loud, wet slaps filling the room, mingling with the cub’s happy moans.
‘Fuck..!’ the weasel cursed under his breath, feeling the building urge in his loins and fighting it back as best he could.
‘B-Buster… y-you said that before… when you came in my mouth… are you gonna cum again?’ the pup asked, whining, between haggard breaths and plaintive pants of joy.
Buster winced. Why did he have to say it..? And so cutely, too..!
He groaned loudly, gritting his teeth as he gave in – driving his cock into the submissive little slut’s ass to the very base, his hips pressing up so tightly against his rump as to lift his butt away from the cushion it was resting on. He cried out as his body shuddered, feeling his cock throb and spasm inside the beagle’s quivering, vigorously deflowered hole again and again.
Reyn groaned loudly too, whining as he felt Buster’s dick throb so strongly in his belly – and felt a hot, powerful spray gush against his insides, followed by another, and more still after that. The bigger boy’s round, heavy balls that had been bouncing against his ass pulled up tight against the weasel’s body, dropping slightly between squirts before tightening again as another jolt of cum shot into his depths.
Before too long, the pulses slowed, and then stopped altogether – the boys laying where they were, Buster’s dick still twitching in the pup’s ass as his hole quivered and squeezed around it. The beagle writhed under him, legs squeezing his sides as he squirmed against the weasel’s hips.
‘Keep squirming like that and I’m… I’m gonna get worked up again, you little tease.’ said the teenager, snickering. Reyn looked down at him, blushing as he bit his lip – and, more firmly, squirmed back against him. Buster growled loudly, blushing, as he felt himself twitching. Fighting back the urge to give in, he pulled back, sliding his dick out of the warm, oh-so-snug embrace of the pup’s hole to a plaintive, needy whine from the little beagle.
‘Seriously, we do that again and you’re gonna miss the whole day and even I can’t get you outta that one.’
Reyn whined, pouting. ‘Awwww… okaaaaay. But we can… we can do this again, right? Like… like maybe after school..?’ he said, giggling as he did so. The teenager smirked, huffing as the pup shook that intensely fuckable bottom at him – a dribble of his cum leaking from the gaping mess he’d left it in.
‘Hrfh… three-fifteen, on the dot. Boy’s bathroom, second floor. If you’re lucky, I’ll even drag you into a cubicle first...’