Date: Sun, 3 Nov 2013 03:48:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Andrew Bailey <feare909@yahoo.com>
Subject: Written Love - Chapter 1

Written Love
Part 1


Of the campus of Furroxity Community College, the most favored of the
English-based classes was English 117 --otherwise known as Fictional
Writing II- that was taught by none other than Professor Benjamin Thomas.
For the more mature students, they prefer his class because of his formal
and kindly polite demeanor. For the more expressive students, it was his
passion for artistic creation that opted them to take his course. And for
the hormonally wealthy students, it was his magnificent physique.
Benjamin's body looked as though Da Vinci himself sculpted it; had Da Vinci
did indeed build his structure, the rhino would've been among his finest
works, no doubt. However, it would seem to be a double-edged sword for him:
You see, while his muscles were sizable, it makes it very difficult for him
to find clothes that will completely fit him. He knows this problem, but he
hardly cares, as working out in the gym is always been a fun leisurely
activity of his. He was about 5 inches of muscle all around away from
needing to consider to have his clothing custom made.


It seemed like a typical afternoon at the Furroxity. It is going on 2:53
pm, Professor Benjamin was stationed at his computer over at his desk, and
the students were coming in few by few into the classroom, the class it
hosted being will be starting in 7 minutes. His fine, button-up, polyester
shirt bulging with his muscles - he usually doesn't wear his coat because
it tends to feel hot and suffocating on him, giving his students a good
look of his godly torso. His trousers were also guilty of hugging his lower
body a bit tightly, giving yet another noticeable bulge between his thighs,
while making his hard, round, soft yet somewhat solid ass an painfully
obvious ample appearance.

At this time, a beefy, chocolate brown-colored 26 year old bear, wearing
his linen-white buttoned shirt, with a bit of a bulge from a reasonable
ponch in his mid-section, a pair of jeans that spoke little discretion of
what he's packing in there, and walking in a pair of flip-flops. He took
his usual seat after turning in a certain writing assignment that was due
today at the professor's desk.

The bear growled silently to himself where he sat, watching that rhinoceros
type away at his desk. To begin with, he felt fairly confident in his own
writing skills already, he knew he had to join Professor Benjamin Thomas's
creative writing class the moment he saw him. All the guy had to do was
look in his direction, and he felt blood rushing to his face, not to
mention other parts of his anatomy. That Prof. Benjamin's Herculean body so
poorly obscured by his clothes, those sexy brown eyes hidden behind his
glasses, and that modest, sweet smile that broke those lips when he spoke
. . . All of it was such a strong appeal, and made Dominick feel meek by
comparison.

This wasn't to say Dominick was anything less than attractive, himself. The
past year was of him working out a lot more, too, and what had been an
average build before was now chiseled with muscle thanks to his quick
progress. He was constantly getting compliments on how sculpted his chest
was starting to look, and how his arms were getting beefy. Granted, his
muscle tone was of a much sleeker variety than that of the professor, but
was impressive in its own right. He still can't seem to get rid of that
round gut of his, no matter how much he exercises. Guess that's the toll of
being a bear of any kind.

He'd begun showing off by wearing tighter-fitting clothes, and with the
summer months fast approaching, it was no surprise to see that he'd started
to wear less clothing as well. His legs were still obscured in their
entirety behind cobalt designer jeans, black leather accents around the
pockets and waistband, but only because he just liked long pants better
than shorts anyway.

Mr. Thomas's class was his last for the day, and it was the turn-in date
for his teacher's most recent assignment; a short story written based on
the students' recent dreams. Of course, when Benjamin issued this
assignment, he wasn't expecting his students to report on visions they had
in their sleep. That was the idea, but he also included any fantastic
daydream that they might've had either in the past or recently.

The grizzly bear smirked as he watched the teacher going through the
papers. It was no accident that he'd dressed right on the fringe of the
school's dress code; his hope was that, in reading the paper he'd turned
in, Mr. Thomas might glance up, see him, and be unable to resist the vivid
imagery he'd written out of his head. He was sure the other students were
all writing dumb crap about flying through the air or being in a grocery
store naked, but his own was based on a recent dream of a . . . Wetter
variety. One that involved the teacher himself, and one that Dominick was
hoping he'd be able to make into reality sometime soon.

`Ah, who am I kidding,' The ursine thought to himself, `Guy like him would
break my ass in half if I let him fuck me.' Although Dominick is on the
aggressive, dominant side in terms of sex, he very much doubt that the
rhino would be one to get plowed, judging from the round bulge in the groin
of his pants.

Here's an annoying tidbit: some of the furs on campus think that Benjamin
got so big from chugging steroids. Also, the immature idiots think that
that lump between the professor's thighs is just a sock to cover up a tiny
penis. Dominick, however, didn't really buy into those stupid rumors.
Especially when he ran into him at the lockerroom of the gym one time, and
he caught a glimpse at a thigh-slapping wang between his legs.

Dom totally fancied this pachyderm. There are so many things that he liked
about him:

1: Dom is into older men. There's a 13-year difference between the bear and
rhino, and Benjamin was just so distinguished and mature. Flat out handsome
and sexy.

2: Benjamin is a complete wall of muscle, such a sex-bomb.

3: Despite being a huge bulker, he was also a very competent professor. He
was very lenient about assignments, and very flexible in his time
management. Not to mention a very gentle, and playful personality on his
days off. On some occasions, Dom would see Benjamin playing with other
kids, having to chaperon a field trip from a middle school, or babysitting
his nieces/nephews at the park.


The rhino had taken 45 minutes since the class started to read the essays;
he is quite attuned to reading through material in a very small amount of
time, only needing one minute to understand the quality of the essay, and
make the corrections or encouraging notes on the side. However, it always
takes him 30 minutes to go through ALL of a single class worth of essays.
Benjamin had to spend 15 minutes, waiting for the throbbing bulge on his
left leg to calm down. A noted pupil of his, Dominick Collins, seemed to
have made a mistake in his assignment, for the ursine had turned in a
homoerotic story. The real-to-life details and mental imagery was so
amazing! It was more than enough to get his member crazy to make his pants
rip - but now is not the time. Luckily, his penis did not shed a drop of
pre.

Meanwhile bear could tell exactly when the professor had gotten to his own
story. He hid his arousal well in his face, but from where Dominick is
sitting, he can easily see the thigh of his teacher's slacks swell up
slowly. He'd gone into quite graphic detail in this paper, and from what he
could tell by that forming bulge, his assessment of Benjamin's endowment is
no exaggeration. In fact, he might have actually sold the guy short a
little in his mind, having imagined Ben having a dick about ten or so
inches, just like his own. From the sizable swelling in those trousers,
though, Dominick couldn't imagine it was any less than a foot, probably
even more!

However, before his member could reach it's potential in his slacks,
Benjamin let out a very subtle sigh of relief as he put the essays away --
he's not going to be able grade Dominick's paper at the moment, lest his
erection will return.

When the erection died down, the rhino stood up and addressed the class.
"Good afternoon, class. Now, I suppose you are all wondering why I assigned
you to write about a report about your dreams? You see, while at times, our
conscious maybe creative enough, but the realm we enter when we sleep may
present very little if not any boundaries. At times, our imagination is at
its best when we are asleep, and dreams are always there with a full
palette of colors for the duration. THAT world of fantasy is what I look
for in my classes. . ."

And so the class went on, going into discussion with the students about the
work of fiction. Dominick did what he could to focus on the lesson instead
of the professor's fantastic muscled body. That in and of itself was quite
a task though, because every time the bear looked up taking notes, he
caught the rhinoceros moving in such a way that his muscles bulged out,
straining the fabric over it, and Dominick would have to nurse his sore
nuts for a moment.

He hadn't jacked off in weeks, nor had sex in months, which was part of the
reason he'd felt so inspired to write erotic pieces for the assignments in
the first place. Fiction II is a fairly small class, actually, less than
twenty people, but those that are there are passionate about one of two
things: writing or hot men. The bear is perhaps one of the few with both
things on his mind.

Really, Benjamin had been inspiration for some of his previous essays as
well, although usually he had the notion to change the species, and none of
the work had been quite as explicit as this latest assignment had turned
out to be. Dom had a notion that he shouldn't be turning in sexy essays as
assignments, but there aren't any rules that said he couldn't. Besides,
turning in smut for assignments is this ursine's subtle, subconscious way
of `approaching' this professor.

Given how open-minded and creative the rhino seemed to be, Dom hardly took
the pachyderm's unknown sexuality into consideration . . . Until now
. . . Having took a private glee in knowing that, being the only person
seated on the right side of the classroom, he was the only one who'd had
the honor of seeing that rhino dick inflate and start crawling down Ben's
pant leg.

". . . So the next time you doze off in the middle of these writing
assignments, be sure and jot down what you have envisioned when you wake
up. So long and have a good weekend, everyone!" He said to the students as
they began to stand up, converse, while some were fishing out their
earphones and plugging them into their ears. Once again, the riveting class
discussion and debate made the two and a half hours of Fiction II seem like
half an hour. By three minutes until 4:50, the end time of this class, the
students began putting away their notebooks, pencils, pens just before the
professor finished up.

Almost all of the students had left, about 5 of them remained, which
included Dominick. As well, for when the ursine was nearing the door, the
rhino called out to him. "Collins! Can you come over here? I would like a
word with you."

The bear froze the moment his name was called. "Sure thing, sir . . ." He
said, quickly fumbling with his pants to make sure his junk was aligned
right before he spun on his heels and padded toward the rhino. "This is
about my short story, isn't it?"

The rhino nodded, "Indeed." He then took the paper out put it on the
desk. He then took off his small rectangular glasses and started to polish
them.

"Collins, I would have asked you if you had turned this erotic paper by
mistake. However, that would be inappropriate in your case. Most of the
work that you turn in is solely based on intercourse. While you are not
particularly breaking any rules in handing in sexual fiction," He then put
his spectacles back onto his face looking his rich, brown eyes right at the
bear's, "I am afraid I'm going to have to ask you to stop. While I
encourage my students to be creative, this is a fictional writing class,
not a smut site on the Internet. Do you understand?" He said sternly.

The grizzly is a disappointed by what Benjamin just said. `Dammit, this
isn't how it worked in Dirty Professors Fuck Naughty Students 4!', Dom
thought to himself. Granted, the professors in that movie were also lousy
actors, but he didn't really pay attention to anything but the blowjob
scenes anyway.

Further surprising him was that it seemed that Mr. Thomas didn't feel that
this was the first erotic work Dominick had handed in. Okay, so maybe most
of his literature was homoerotic in nature, but this was the first time
he'd been so explicit.

"I . . . guess I can see your point, sir," Dominick admitted, "But why
haven't you said this before, if you feel like my previous work is smutty?"
He said. This was like one of those fantasies for Dom where he would seduce
this big, Adonis teacher, "I mean, I DID have that dream, and I couldn't
get it out of my mind that whole day. I just had to put it to paper.
Haven't you ever had a dream like that? I'm sure you know exactly how I
felt, and how much of a . . . Release it was to write it down?"

"Yes, I have. And that is my business alone. Regardless, Collins," Benjamin
continued, "That sort of literature should be kept in YOUR own business. If
you want your erotic writing to have readers, then I suggest you turn these
in to a proper publisher, not your college professor."

The bear sighed, being scolded by his idol of manliness. "If you really
want me to stop writing erotica, I will. But to be honest . . ." He said,
looking at the educator directly, "I saw what that story did to you, sir,
and I don't think you really want me to stop providing you with fap
material." Dom also has a bit of an attitude whenever someone tried to tell
him what to do. The ursine slung the pack over his shoulder, looking up at
the buff male with a slight smirk. "I guess I'll see ya Monday then, sir."
With that, he started walking.

"I have let you slide with it before because I imagined what with your
advance level of etiquette in literature," Dom stopped at the doorway, "And
the fact you are ten years older than most of the new students that begin
their enrollment, that you would not make a habit of it, but grow out of
turning in such assignments. I suppose not ALL students have such a simple
time in showing that maturity and discretion."

The bear growled a little. Ben's serious side was a little appalled by the
bear's comment on the effect his essay had on him. He felt slightly
embarrassed, but mostly annoyed at him being a smartass. "So I would prefer
to see you when you've grown up a bit." He said before the ursine had left
the classroom, the door closing on its own.


Monday's class was virtually the same as Friday's. The students and
Professor Thomas were discussing, bantering, bring up topics, just like
always. Dominick was in class today, mostly brooding about what went by
last week. In fact, he had a better time focusing on his paper than ogling
the rhino today. He was still mad at being talked to that way, by his
favorite teacher besides.


As usual, time went by quick again, and soon everybody was packing
up. "Alright. I'll see you all on Wednesday with your bubble charts for
your next essay. Have a good day, everyone!" When the classroom was empty,
the rhino entered his office door next to the white board. He logged into
his teacher account onto the school's website to put the essays into the
gradebook.

He made 10 minutes easy with 19 essays done with one left. When Benjamin
reached the last one, he realized that the only marks it had on it were the
typed words. And it was by Dominick Collins. The Herculean male huffed a
lets-get-this-over-with sigh, and put the paper in front of him, with his
red pen at the ready.


~. . .The dark ape sighed, his breath like a hot fog billowing across his
lover's body, as he pressed on and joined the horse in his ecstasy . . .'

. . . Grunting, Jonathan sank his hips down, his rear swallowing the whole
of the gorilla's manhood as a serpent would devour a rat, and he looked
down at his own shaft react to the penetration with a twitch and a solemn
drool of its own sweet juices . . .~


Even at the first few paragraphs, the rhino was already hard. His blood
flooded into his penis as his mind's eye watched the porno movie that was
this essay.

By the time Benjamin was half done with grading the essay, his member had
snaked against his left leg with a dark spot on the end. His thick hand
traveled to it and rubbed the rod-like bulge. Benjamin just closed his eyes
and groaned.

He is very horny right now. But why now?! He NEVER masturbates while
anywhere on campus. However, his libido tantalized him into thinking he
really shouldn't let these expensive polyester pants get ruined by the
precum. Benjamin looked down and spotted a small dot where the tip of his
dick is.

With an aggravated moan, he undid his trousers and pushed them and his
size-L boxers to his just above his knees, and his wang sprang out from its
suffocating chamber.

`Just this once' He thought to himself.

The pachyderm quickly undid his button up shirt that was basically choking
his sweaty muscled torso, and sighed as his body breathed a little, feeling
a little sense of relief and freedom on his lower-mid section. His hand
gently wrapped around his 15 inch tower and began to slowly stroke it,
groaning to the image in his head of the big gorilla from the essay having
the stallion bound by solid titanium handcuffs and beating the day lights
out of the inside of the horse's ass.

As the sex scene from the story played through his mind, the other male in
his mind started to change.

The primate's big, round stomach shrunk into a thick torso with a taunt
muscle gut. The black fur on the ape's body faded into a rich, vibrant
chocolate brown color. The hands and feet soon tuned into paws. The
gorilla's grey face started to morph into a more third dimensional shape,
his ears growing up on his head, turning into round ones. The face
developed a thick, cream-colored snout before covering with fuzz.

The horse's muzzle started to erect in a horn-like shape. His golden-yellow
pelt clouded into a thick, sweaty grey hide. The horse's already rippling
muscles inflated a few inches all around. The flared head of his cock
melted into a mushroom head. His hooves became a pair of feet, while the
horseshoes stretched into cotton socks.

Now, in Benjamin's mind, it was Dominick who was behind the rhino's naked
body, pounding his hips into the rhino's oh so willing rump.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhhh . . . Daahhminick . . . ." He moaned in a neutral level
tone as the bear fucked him in his mind. It just felt so good. It has been
ages since this professor has lain with another man.

The feeling was so good in fact, that he didn't even hear the classroom
door open because a certain ursine had just remembered he had forgotten his
umbrella.