Human Anatomy Class by anonymous

Be the only human teaching a college Human anatomy class in a mainly anthro university.
As you walk around campus you can sometimes catch students staring or gawking at you.
You summarize the behavior to you just being a rare sight, being a human that’s new to the university and all.
You teach a relatively small class, so you decide to personally greet the students who come in.
The first you meet is a flamboyant lynx laughing with his friends who, upon meeting your face, immediately goes slack jawed.
Your a bit set aback by the reaction at first, but return by smiling and bringing out your hand for a hand shake.
He continues to stare at you in awe…
You clear your throat, which seems to have garnered his attention.
He looks down at your hand and quietly chuckles at himself.
He awkwardly and gently slips his hand in, to which you respond by firmly grasping it and telling him your name and how excited you are to meet him.
It takes him a moment to snap out of his daze and tell you his name. Shortly after, he takes a seat in the front just before glancing back at you.
You continue to greet others from the burliest of bears to the smallest of mice. Some simply can’t keep their eyes off you while others seem to be somewhat bravely provocative towards you.
As you enter class, you sense a silent tension in the air near the front row of seats.
Throughout class you can hear your students whispering something along the lines of “Are all humans this hot?” Or “I wonder how big he is?”.
The comments make you a bit abashed, but you kept your cool and told yourself that these questions were expected considering that your probably the only human they’ve seen.
The end of class is filled with questions, more specifically, questions about you.
”Do you workout?”, “How old are you?”, “Are you in a relationship?”, “What’s your type?”.
As the crowd reluctantly leaves, the previously confident lynx from earlier timidly walks up to you and asks, “can I touch you?”
Huh?
Flustered, he hurriedly attempted to explain how he’s never seen a human before and was wondering if he could get a “head start” in your class by examining you interactively.
You don’t see any harm in indulging him, and you do like that he’s getting a hands on experience, so you happily oblige by extending your arm out to him.
He kneads your palm like a typical feline and runs his hands through your arm, commenting on how strangely smooth your skin is.
As days and classes go by you notice that your reviving a lot more attention.
You see more students turning to their friends to gossip about you as you walk to class and then giggling afterwards.
You’ve apparently become pretty famous through your university’s social media page with pictures posted of you with the captions “#hothumie”.
Your students also seem to be more keen on flirting with you more than learning.
Then, you reach the unit on human reproductive systems, to which you observe everyone practically vibrating in their seats in anticipation.
Before you can even start the lesson a stag in the front row shouts: “Do we get to see your dick?!?” Rousing a laugh out of everyone.
You were gonna respond with a literal retort, but with how enamored your students are about you, and with the current unit, you decide to be a little frisky.
You slowly walk up to the stag, your lips curled into a lecherous smile, your eyes half lidded.
The stag lifts his head up to meet your eyes and you reach a hand under his chin. With your face inches away from his snout, you whisper: “Be a good boy and maybe, after class, you’ll get to touch it too~”
With that, the stag’s face immediately flushes red and looks down.
Everyone else is completely stunned, whispering to each other, no doubt about the stunt you made.
Near the end of class, you check the test scores of your students.
The lynx, who’s frequently stayed after class, obviously scored the highest.
Maybe you should stick to your word and give him a prize for his efforts.
As the students start to leave the lecture hall, you call out for the lynx.
You place his papers on your desk for him to examine.
Congratulating him for his endeavors, you sneak up behind him and, in his pointed ears, you whisper: “You know, good boys like you deserve a prize.”
You slink one hand under his shirt and one into his pants.
Giving kisses up his neck, you tell him that your weren’t lying about what you said at the beginning of class, causing him to shiver in response.
The hand in his pants sinks further south, curving around his dick, then cupping his balls.
Your other hand inches up his stomach to tease his nipples making the lynx squirm and riling a moan out of him
Both of the lynx’s hands were fixed to the table, trying to support his wobbling legs while you play with his body.
You open up his pants and wrap your hand around his shaft, slowly stroking it while fondling his balls.
You lean forward on the lynx’s back, trapping him under you.
You can hear the lynx panting and squealing beneath you as you use the leaking pre from his member to quicken the pace.
His moans get higher in pitch and a pool of pre forms on the ground.
Right before he reaches climax, you keep your hand still on his length.
He whines and mewls for release, but you just keep the cycle going. Jerking him till he’s close but stopping just before climax.
Till finally you hear him begging.
His whole body relaxes onto the table as he lets out shaky moans of pure pleasure.
Several spurts of his cum hit the side of the table adding to the pool of pre.
He lays his head on top of his arm and pants in the afterglow.
”Thank…you, but… I still haven’t… claimed my prize”
Oh, right.
The lynx turns around on his knees and eagerly unzips your pants, pulling down your underwear revealing your stiff cock.
”I’ve been waiting for this since the day I saw you”
He slowly licks from the base of your cock all the way up to the tip where he laps up the bead of pre that formed.
His hands reach up to fondle your balls as he circles his tongue around your tip.
All you could do was exhale In relief to the heavenly service.
Next, he starts to nurse on your tip, using his tongue to rub the underside of your cock.
You rested a hand on his head and scratched between his ears, making the lynx purr in delight.
Suddenly, he sinks all the way down till you can feel his cold nose below you navel.
He continued to slurp and suck his way up and down your cock, making you release your own shaky moans.
You started to take charge and buck your hips into his mouth causing the lynx to purr even louder.
The warmth, vibrations, and softness of the lynx’s mouth were getting you really close.
Your thrust got faster and faster until one final thrust into the lynx’s throat and it all came gushing out.
He kept your dick all the way down his throat, swallowing every last spurt of cum.
He slowly slinked back up from your cock and gave your tip a kiss.
He head butted into your petting hand and asked: “Can we do this again next class?”