Motherly Love

The Day After

Luke was sick of school.

Each class mate giving him dirty looks. The pricks. Why didn't they just leave him alone?

Even the teachers were absolute bastards. They constantly made life Hell for him.

Specifically one Mr. James. A feminine fox boy. Right out of college and already teaching high school.

Luke sat in the back. Constantly either scribbling in a sketch book or perhaps even writing a story.

On many occasions, Luke would go to put a piece of gum under his desk to be met with the sharp prick of a pushpin that was strategically placed for him specifically.

"AH!" He exclaimed, "Son of a bitch!"

"Luke!" a woman-like voice shouted.

Luke looked up to see the broad hipped fox.

"Shit," Luke grunted, under his breath.

"I will not tolerate that language in this classroom," he said angrily. "I expect to see you after school."

The class chuckled as the fickle bitches usually do.

Luke came in after school. Dropping his backpack and laptop bag onto the ground.

"I don't want you to talk at all," Mr. James said, "If you do, you will be punished."

Luke grunted in acknowledgement.

Mr. James looked at him in a longing distaste. He turned and walked to his desk, swaying his hips.

Luke picked up his laptop bag, unzipping the bag with the sound of a muffled horsefly.

Mr. James looked up from his copy of The Last Song at him.

"Look, I wanna get outta here quick, soon," Mr. James said in painful understanding, "I have a date tonight."

Luke chuckled.

"What's the lucky guy's name?"

"Joshua."

Luke stopped chuckling and looked at Mr. James, who was now looking at Luke with a sensual smirk.

"Come on, Luke," Mr. James laughed, "Haven't you seen the graffiti in the bathroom stalls? You must have had some idea that I was homosexual. Your friend Caleb? Football player? He had to finish a test and I gave him the best head he said he has ever had."

Luke was in severe shock. He watched as his English teacher slowly dragged his right middle finger across his bottom lip, as if wiping off some substance.

"I remember his sweet taste," Mr. James moaned in a seductive tone, like poisoned honey, "He was so timid. He was not too into the idea at first. But then, I stroked his chest, licked his neck as I gripped his member through his shorts. Oh boy, those huskies are hung."

Luke begin to see the sight that he found so unappealing. Caleb was a trimmed young man like Spider-Man as his friends referred to him. Luke had seen Caleb's member on a few occasions when changing in the locker room so he new what the image would look like.

"He sure did cum a lot," he chuckled, "Filled my mouths and down my chin. But I guzzled down the second one with out a problem. Tangy."

"Stop." Luke whimpered, pleading in is tone.

Mr. James looked at him with shock.

"What did you just say?" He responded in awe. Sounding like he did not ever expect that to happen. As if it was appalling.

"N-Nothing." Luke pulled out his laptop. Quickly tapping in his password and clicking onto his audio software so he may edit his latest piece of work.

Mr. James appeared above him and shut the computer on his fingers, linking his lips to Luke's.

Luke recoiled.

Disgusted.

He had no interest in men.

Luke could only do one thing.

He shoved the man off of him.

Mr. James feel backwards, flipping him over a desk.

Luke stuffed his laptop into its bag, slung it over his shoulder, did the same with his backpack and sprinted out the door.

"You fuck!" Mr. James shouted, "You are expelled!"

Luke ran into the student parking lot and virtually jumped into his flat-bed truck. He started it up and he tore off.

A thousand thoughts raced through his head as he proceeded back to his home.

A haven.