After Practice by Torakuma

After Practice

Story by Torakuma on SoFurry

Torakuma, Anal, Football, Knot, Love, M/M, Mates, Rimming, Wolf, art, smut

After Practice

As Writen By; ToKu (Torakuma)

Edited By: Kaine, Thowan, and Rakko

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It was wrong...

So wrong...

I couldn't help it though. He had confessed his love for me and I couldn't help but oblige my own heart, even if we ended up panting and gasping for air, covered in each other's cum. It was love; it was our way of expressing it, our bonds as life mates. I was still a young wolf, but old enough to know where my heart lay, and it was next to his, as he rests his chin on my chest after we're done 'fucking' or 'love making', whatever term that could possibly be used could describe our relationship.

So when I walked through the door, my football uniform still on, except for my shoulder pads, the first thing I saw was him bent over the couch wearing his old college football jersey with only a single black jock strap, I knew then that it was going to be another one of those afternoons.

He grinned at me; a handsome wolf smile showing slightly stained but otherwise white teeth while his tail began to wag back and forth at the sight of me. It made my own muzzle twist into a deviant expression, but I could also feel myself pressing against my cup under my own jock. I set my bag down and shut the door. I was still a little warm from the autumn afternoon and the air was on, so I didn't want to let the heat in, least we find ourselves in yet another shameless position.

He didn't even straighten up to greet me with a kiss; instead he spread his ass cheeks apart, revealing his tantalizing hole, just waiting for something to fill it. I really wanted a shower, after having run scrimmage after scrimmage in the warm September air. It was still training, the season not having started yet, but it was warm enough still to make it seem so, and the coach made us play dressed out.

I knew it was a mistake as soon as I did it, but I dropped to my padded knees, placing my paws on his round gray furred ass, and sunk my muzzle deep inside him.

Instantly I knew he had been doing something around the house, working on the old Chevy in the garage, or sanding the deck out back. What I knew for sure was his distinctive male scent was stronger than it normally was when he was clean and showered.

I plowed my tongue inside him, gaining that wonderful moan I loved to hear from him so much. It was intoxicating, the role reversal we played, we lived, and it was getting me harder than a mother fucker right then. But I couldn't take my paws from the guy's ass; they were stuck there like I had super glued them. I couldn't touch myself yet either, even if I wanted to. I would have to wait and let my hardening member press painfully against my cup.

And I was getting wet in there too; I could feel pre leaking from the tip as well as from the one below my chin. I could hear it dripping to the carpet, soaking into the fibers; evidence of our endeavor. It was hot, and I couldn't deny it; my instinctual urges told me this was wrong on so many levels. Let alone that fact that he was a male who I had looked up to for so many years, now he looked up to me, and my cock, and my knot still brewing in my sheath.

When he moaned again, I took one final slurp of his insides, the pink taste, the musky scent, the thrill coursing through my veins like a sexual heroin. My tongue slipped from his hole and I smacked my lips, the taste of ass will remain fresh on my lips until I brushed; I was more than fine with that. I rose with my paws still pressed into his hips and pressed my groin into his ass as I leaned forward, my nose brushing up against his before he lapped at my muzzle with his own drooling tongue. We didn't need words; I knew that meant he loved me, and I loved him. It was our secret.

No one on the team knew about my secret desires, or my love to tongue male ass, and to tell the truth, I didn't care if they ever found out. They'd have to deal with me, but I didn't want anyone to know about him. I can take a punch to the face, and a fist to the stomach, a knee to the head. I've been playing football since I was a freshman. I just didn't want them to know about him, with his glowing blue eyes, the same as my own, the grey and white fur that matched mine, and the deep loving voice that groaned when I squeezed my paw around his bulging knot.

He wanted me to take him, to mate him, to make him mine, as I had once been his, but now, I was in control. I kissed him on his forehead, a promise to give as I fumbled with my pants; unbuttoning them until I could get them down around my ankle to remove the painful cup from my swollen cock. There was a small pool of pre that almost dripped from the plastic; instead, I held it above his nose and tipped. He was eager alright; tongue out, mouth wide ready to catch my seed as it dripped down onto his pink appendage.

It was hotter than hell, and I was completely hard and spurting pre, knot and all, in less than fifteen seconds. Right away he knew that it was that pressed up against his spit-soaked hole. His tail shot up higher, allowing me as much access as possible, because I would need it. I was pretty long; I don't like to brag, but I had one monster dick, gratefully inherited, and it was about to fuck the wolf before me as he begged for it.

I press up against the puckered entrance, gripping my knot like one would handle in a baton about to beat an innocent pedestrian. He didn't whimper however, having taken me plenty of times before, but every time was just another awesome experience to add to the one before. I knew he was lubed, and must have played with himself a while before I came home, so I didn't take my time stretching him. I plunged in, head first, and buried myself to my thick knot.

He groaned in pleasure. What can I say, the guy liked to be fucked, fucked by my dick preferably, because he knows that I am an expert at giving him what he wanted, because I knew him better than anyone else. I pulled out for a moment'sreprievebefore sinking knot deep again. Another groan but this one was coupled with a laugh of sorts. Like he wanted to say "Oh boy, this is gonna be fun." I knew it already; it was always fun, and hot. I didn't have to have the older wolf tell me that.

I wiggled my hips side to side, loosening him up for the fucking ahead, I wanted to tie him, and it would take some time to do so. I could still hear the pitter patter of pre on carpet and knew we were going to have another stain. He should have put down a towel or something; he always leaked too much. I knew I was already filling him with mine, but he was like a god damned leaky faucet.

When I pulled out the second time, he replied with only a breath; a sign he was ready, ready to be fucked like how he used to fuck his wife before she left him, how he used to fuck dates in collage, and girls in high school. He wanted to be fucked, but to be fucked like a man. That's what I loved about him; his age didn't bother me, or the way he made sure I studied for exams or pushed me to play harder in football, or made me go on fishing trips. I didn't mind that, because I loved him, so in I went, knot slamming against the barricade before instantly pulling back like a battering ram.

I repeated this, again and again, my hips twitching with primal desires, driving my organ deeper and deeper into the older wolf. They became even more accurate, my tip pressing up against the pleasure point buried deep inside him. He pushed back too, self-fucking his ass on my cock. He loved it, was proud of it, of how big I was; impressed. It was amazing how I could get him to admit that in a moan or a grunt. It was like music; I was the musician and my dick was the instrument, his hole the masterpiece, the whole thing a game of Musical Ass Fuck. Who needed chairs to sit on then you had a cock?

So I played my cock like a trombone, plowing into him with vigor. The sweat that had dried from my slow walk home was starting to dampen my fur again. My football jersey clung to my chest as my jockstrap rode my own ass crack, but I liked fucking in uniform as much as he did, so I ignored it, and only focused on getting my knot inside my lover.

I thrust particularly hard, resulting in a muted shout. I might have hurt him, but he doesn't tell me to stop. I fall back into my rhythm for a few more strokes before trying again. This time I sink halfway in before popping back out. The wolf moans and I speak sexy words to him to keep him distracted. I know it worked because he begs to be tied. I stick him with a few more hard-but-slow pumps before pressing all my weight onto his ass.

I pop in with a slick wet noise; we're tied. It's amazing, and so fucking wrong. He moans out in pain and pleasure and I chuckle, pulling my knot back against the breached hole. It doesn't want to let go, so I rock forward again. I shiver, the sensation of orgasm held back but only a few pumps away.

I run my paws through his back fur, under the large '45' on his back, the name "Rogers" in big white letters above the digits. It's a bit faded from the wash, but still in perfect condition, and differs from mine only in color. He groans again but I know it's from my humping and not my paws. I'm okay with it, because we both want nearly the same thing; to cum and to be cummed in.

I try and hold off as long as I can, savoring being tied. If I wanted to, I could start walking backwards towards the kitchen to get a snack, I was hungry, and he'd have to follow me as I pulled him along. We've done that before. But right now I'm sweaty, a bit smelly, and quite exhausted from my day. I look forward to the shower that will come next, where we will take turns washing the other's back. Then we'll sit naked on the couch, my head in his lap, and I might just fall asleep to an episode of 'Law and Order'.

I barely notice as my balls rise up against my knot, or as the earth shattering orgasm over took me. I've always had powerful orgasms, and this was just another one of them. My cum filled the hole that my cock occupied, expanding the limits of the inner wall with my seed. It felt good, even though I knew I was mating a male. It felt good because I knew I was making him cum too, paws free. We'll have to clean the couch too, otherwise anyone who sat there would be able to smell the strong scent of wolf cum.

He moans my name, moans who I am to him, and I love him for it.

I collapse onto his back, my paws around his stomach as I hug him in the awkward position. Our breathing is matched, though uneven, I notice as I draw in the same amount of air as he. I lick his ear as he sighs deeply in delight. 'Another love making session complete', I know he's thinking, and it makes me chuckle. I'm really looking forward to the shower because it means a bit of oral too, and it's something I've always liked as much as eating him out.