All Planned Out - 2
The sun had a beautiful way of pouring across the landscape. It's soft red glow, falling just short of full sunset, had an almost majestic effect on the scenery. It flowed over the hills and washed over the older man sitting on his lawn chair. Long days and short nights made quick work of his energy, usually, but today he was a little bit more energetic than usual. His new teaching assistant had him really horny all day. The way his aquatic ass swung back and forth as he walked, how his tail would accidentally rise up and maybe give the coach an unexpected view of his tight pucker in the middle of the day, and especially the way he would talk to him. The low, rolling sound of his voice could stir the old rhino's member to full attention if he didn't have full control of his arousal. But the rhino had some good experience through life. Grabbing the long, brown neck of the bottle with his left hand, the coach held it up and took a long swig of the frothy liquid. His lips popped off of the bottle with a quiet slurp, and the rhino licked the rough skin around his mouth. Looking back at the sunset with tired grey eyes, he felt a hot stirring in his loins. After only a moment, he felt his member straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, forming a notable tenting above his legs. The rhino looked over the brown fence separating him from his only neighbor, and saw no one outside, and no one at the windows. Taking another look at the sunset, the rhino slipped down his elastic strap, and then his boxers. After freeing his member, he took a moment to wrap his hands around the base of it and appreciate his length. A solid 8 inches, really girthy. For a rhino, it was a little above average. But only a little. Imagining his teaching assistant seeing it, he remembered how the assistant really appreciated just how large it was. The rhino rolled his fingers over the rough skin of the grey meat, and gave it another squeeze. He was surprisingly motivated that night, so he picked his other hand up and put it above the other. Double-handed felt better in general. The rhino began pumping, bringing up an involuntary thrusting of his old hips. He raised and lowered with surprisingly consistent rhythm, and leaned back, moaning in the gravely voice he came to know as his own. Closing his eyes, the rhino imagined his assistant. The two of them had shared a very intimate afternoon after they had finished cleaning the workout equipment. Coach Anderson was sitting at his desk, and watched the otter readjust some of the weights on one of the machines. He had abandoned his shirt almost a full hour ago, getting too hot from the exercise before and finding the weight room a bit too warm for his comfort. The otter was bent far down, and his tail was way up in the air, giving the coach a show to the thong the otter was wearing. "Don't you think that thong is a little inappropriate?" The coach asked without thinking. "Don't you like it?" Jack answered, looking up at coach Anderson with a smile. "That's not the question," The rhino answered, looking immediately back at his computer. "No," The otter said, leaning himself back up and reaching his hand up to his chest. "But it's my question." He sauntered up to the coach, his tongue reaching out and clearing the fur around his lips. "What?" The coach stuttered, trying to supress the boner he was hiding under his desk. "I asked if you liked my thong," Jack replied, lifting his knee up onto the coach's desk and sliding it along the side. "Or did you not hear me?" "I just said it was inappropriate," The coach said, his fingers pausing on the keyboard. "Not that I didn't like it." "So you do?" The otter stuck a thumb into the elastic of his shorts. "A lot," The rhino blurted out, turning to face the otter directly. "Want a better look?" "Fuck yes," coach Anderson smiled and looked up and down the otter's outfit. Jack immediately slid down his pants, revealing exactly what he'd been wearing. A fishnet thong, and nothing else. The coach swallowed hard, and he nodded towards the otter's crotch. "Wanna take that off?" "Consider it a," The otter paused and leaned into the rhino's ear, lowering his voice to a whisper. "Staff evaluation." The otter nipped at the rhino's ear, and looked down. "Sorry," The rhino muttered, heat rushing to his face. "Don't apologize. I love old meat," The otter pulled himself off of the desk, and removed his thong completely. "Besides, it's way too hot in here for any kind of clothing." The otter pulled at the strap of his thong, and pulled it down his thighs. His sheathe popped free, and his balls hung low in the air. Musk filled the air, and the rhino felt another pulse of blood push his cock harder against the constraints of his pants. "Let me taste it," The otter whispered. "Let me taste it all." "Go for it," The coach answered. "Consider it an open buffet." "Okay," The otter nodded, and kneeled down in front of the coach, and bit the tip of his dick through the sweatpants. "Just lean back, and let me do all the work." The coach complied, and laid his head back into his interlocked fingers behind his head. The otter bit the elastic and pulled down the pants, his hot breath mingling with the moist fabric of the rhino's boxers. A spot of precum decorated the peak of the tent, and the otter gently kissed the target. "Don't play with your food," The rhino said under his breath. "Eat it." "Yes sir," The otter picked up his arms and pulled down the boxers. "I love eating such huge, fat meat." The otter slid his tongue over the shaft of the dick, and slipped it around the back. Retracting the tongue, Jack kissed the charcoal head of his boss. Wrapping his lips fully around the head, Jack pushed the tip of his tongue against his target. With a quick flick, the otter sent a shiver of excitement through the coach. Pulling his rough hand from its resting position, the rhino gripped the back of the otter's head. "Stop fucking around," the coach moaned. "Take it." The otter's head was forced down, and he took in the whole of the rhino's member. Back in his yard, the rhino couldn't control himself. Reliving the memory was powerful, and it was strong enough to get him off after only a few minutes of jacking off. Bucking his hips one more powerful time, he put his finger on the slit of his meat. He felt a sudden burst of cum against the tip of his finger, and he rubbed the liquid around the head. Another jet of cum spurted up, and exploded out around the rhino's finger. It landed all over his shirt, and his pants. The third shot slipped out the front of the rhino's hold, and flew onto the gold-lit grass. The rhino was done for now, and he leaned back again. Breathing sort of heavily, the rhino's head lolled to his right, and he slowly opened his eyes. "Having fun?" his neighbor asked, a cocky smile spreading across his face. "Tyler!" The coach said with a start, pulling his pants over the slowly minimizing member, soaked in his seed. "Relax, coach," The lion answered with a laugh. "I'm not gonna report you or anything." "That's good," coach Anderson replied, snapping the elastic down. He jumped a little, his body still in the afterglow of a good session. The heavy steps of another person crunched the grass beyond Tyler, and a black form showed up behind him. "Hey baby," The wolf cooed, wrapping his arms around Tyler's midsection. They were both shirtless. "Hey sexy," The lion leaned his head back, and they kissed passionately. They pulled away after a second, and the wolf looked over at their coach, and then down at Tyler. "Having fun watching the coach get his rocks off?" Torr mocked. "I have wood if that's what you're asking," Tyler said matter-of-factly. "More than I needed to know," The coach said with a laugh. "I just saw a teacher getting himself off." Tyler countered. "Don't tell me about too much information." "Fair enough," The coach said, standing up from his chair. "Anyway, I'm going inside. The two of you could use this time to have great outdoor sex. And I promise I won't bother you." "Sounds good to me," Torr said, nuzzling his dark, furry chin against Tyler's red mane. "And me," Tyler said, reaching his muscled arm around Torr's powerful, Scandinavian neck. "See ya," The coach said with a wave, disappearing into his single-story home. "I love it when your parents are gone for the weekend," Torr said, twisting Tyler around. In addition to being shirtless, neither of them were wearing any pants or underwear. "Me too," Tyler agreed, dragging his tongue across Torr's muscled chest. "And I love it when you being in-town meshes with their schedule." "I live for the weekends," Torr whispered into Tyler's perked up ears. The lion purred softly against Torr's chest, the gentle vibrations rippling up and down the wolf's body. His leg twitched a little bit, and he felt his tail swing back and forth in the air. "Don't tease me." Torr begged slowly, the rising pitch of his voice slowly becoming a canine whine. "But that's your favorite part," Tler whispered, his tongue rolling across his lips. "Don't you love it when I moan?" he dragged the last word out and finished with a heavy groan, pulling at every one of Torr's turn-ons.The wolf's leg twitched heavily, and he pressed their lips together. "Stop teasing," Torr plead, and his hand slid down Tyler's back, the touch of his fingertips gentle and strong at the same time. Guiding the shivers of pleasure down Tyler's back, he slid his index finger down and around the lion's tail base. He began gently pushing on Tyler's pucker, evicting a quiet giggle. "Finger me," Tyler suggested. "I think I want that." "Not a problem, babe," Torr pushed his finger easily into Tyler's hole, massaging the insides with pushing back and forth. "Anything else you want down there?" Torr softly moaned into Tyler's ear, mixing his breathy, husky voice with a tinge of lust. "Your tongue," Tyler answered with a shudder. Torr pushed his middle finger into Tyler's hole as well, and he dragged his tongue along the scruff of the lion's neck. "Ask me," Torr commented, twirling his fingers around with a quiet slurp. "Ask me to do it." "Please rim me," Tyler begged, his knees going a little week. "Rim me and then pound me hard." It was his turn to beg. Torr got down to his knees happilt, and nuzzled his nose up Tyler's crack. His fingers still inside of his boyfriend, Torr pulled back out and gave it a gentle lick. Tyler moaned in appreciation, and the wolf pushed his tongue against the pucker. Without any more hesitation, Torr shoved his tongue as far in as it would go. Twitching it and flicking it around a bit evoked another moan from his boyfriend. He plunged in and out, with steady rhythm. His wandering hands found their way to Tyler's thighs, where he softly massaged the muscles. Leading up to his groin, Torr pushed and swirled his fingertips around softly. Raising his grip a little higher, Torr found Tyler's balls, which hung low and heavy. He took them in the palm of his hand, and Torr rolled them around with an absent grip. His other hand lifted up the feline shaft, which he tickled softly out of absent thought. "I can't take it," Tyler said loudly. Turning around, Tyler placed his hand on Torr's head. "I need your cock inside me so badly right now." "I can arrange that," Torr cooed. Laying himself back on the soft grass, Torr spread his legs wide. His dick was at full arousal, a complete six inches. "Just sit down, honey." Torr smiled slyly, and Tyler mimicked the expression. The lion lowered himself down on both knees, positioning his stretched pucker over his boyfriend's dick. Tyler swiveled his hips just a little bit, his tail swishing back and forth with them. "I'm ready," Tyler said to himself, before pushing downwards. In an experienced move, the lion managed to pop the head in with a wet pop, and easily push himself down with the next inch. His mane flowed back over his shoulders, and Tyler leaned his head back in a full-body shivering moan. Torr let out a low howl, and placed his hands on Tyler's hips. "Fuuuuck," Torr made a wavering groan, and he fought to control his instinctual urges. "Oh god," Tyler panted heavily, and then lifted himself up again. He dropped quickly, descending the entire shaft and burying it far up into his ass. Once the entire meat was inside of him Tyler clenched his hole tight, making Torr twitch from the sensation. The wolf's hips bucked without his control, and then the lion leaned himself over Torr's body. Placing his hands on Torr's shoulders, Tyler got to work. His hips went up on the shaft about an inch, and then he dropped himself down. "Shit," Torr gasped, and reached his left hand around to Tyler's back. His fingers slid down to Tyler's stuffed hole, and he attempted to wedge his finger in as well. "Holy fuck," Tyler groaned, but didn't object. He continued to raise and lower his hips, growing in size of his thrusts. The lion moved with increasing determination, and his fully aroused member bobbed up and down over Torr's muscled stomach. The wolf's finger grew increasingly exploratory, and he was eventually up to his knuckle in the lion's entrance. He pushed as hard as he could, all the way up to his second knuckle, before pulling out completely. The lion moaned a little in response, and then raised himself up all the way. Leaning back, Tyler began to clench his asshole tightly, and then slowly and with ease, pushed himself all the way back down to Torr's base. "Oh holy shit," Torr strung together a few words, and let the last one out in a long howl. He could feel his not forming, and adding just another half-inch to his already large dick. "You ready for this, boy?" Tyler ran his finger along Torr's stomach, and drew his hands up to his own abs. "Do it," Torr whined, pumping his hips slightly under the lion's anal hold. "Okay," The lion answered, leaning his body all the way forward. "Here we go." The lion pushed himself down, past the wolf's knot, with a large moan from both of them, before tightening both his ass and his pucker. "I'm going... to..." Torr lost himself in his waves of ecstasy, and let out a huge howl, echoing far across the sunset-bathed hills. His meat twitched and spasmed, a small amount, maybe a few drops big, of cum sliding up and into Tyler's hole. The second wave went up Torr's dick and shot out powerfully. The wolf felt himself get lost in the orgasm, and his hips bucked and thrusted in lustful urges he could no longer control. With each slap of their hips, the wolf came a little bit more, until he had shot so much that it was oozing out of Tyler's hole and down Torr's shaft. The cum pooled at the base of the wolf's arousal, a few drips sliding down his sack and onto the warm grass below. Torr shot two more jets of cum, both of which squeezed a little more of his seed out and onto his dick, before both of them finally came to a rest. "You're so dirty," Tyler said, sliding himself off of Torr's sensitive dick. "Want me to clean you?" The lion, once completely off of Torr, put his knees between the wolf's thighs. "Lick it up," the wolf said between pants. "Lick it all up." "Will do," The lion smiled and bent over, his ass high in the air. He dragged his tongue in circles at the base of Torr's cock, picking up as much cum as he could. Once he had cleaned the base, he went to noisily lapping up the wolf's sack, which had a fair amount of cum soaking into his fur. With each lap of his seed, Torr felt a small shiver roll up his spine in the afterglow. Tyler swallowed what he had in his mouth, and then moved up to the rest of the shaft. In one slick movement, the lion bobbed his head down all of Torr's dick, and then pulled himself off, all of the remaining cum in his mouth. "Bring it over here," Torr said with a smile. "And maybe we can still get you off." The lion nodded, and placed his hands on either side of the wolf's chest. Leaning down, he and and Torr locked lips, the former pushing his tongue, and his load, into the wolf's mouth. They swished their tongues together for a while, the wolf's salty seed coating both of their maws. Torr's hand wandered up to the lion's full arousal, and gripped the base hard. The lion moaned into the kiss, driving Torr just a little crazy. His left hand circled back to his own dick, which was already trying to re-harden for another go. The two of them continued to make out, but the wolf started milking both of their dicks at the same time. As the wolf pumped, the lion shivered, his ready member already twitching at the attention. "Mmmmmmmm," Tyler said, still throat-deep in Torr;s mouth. The wolf twisted his wrist, and pumped faster. The lion twitched a little bit, but it wasn't noticeable. Torr pulled from the kiss, a hot trail of cum connecting their mouths. "I'll suck you off if you bring that up here," the wolf bargained. Tyler smiled, and nodded knowingly. He dragged his crotch up Torr's front, and placed the head directly in front of the wolf's mouth. The wolf hardly had his lips around Tyler's head before the lion began moaning furiously. Torr bobbed his head forward and back as best he could, but he didn't have much room to move. Tyler had been exposed to a lot of sex already, and he was ready to go. "I'm... I..." The lion couldn't even finish a sentence. "I..." The last word grew for him, into a large and powerful roar. His arousal freed itself of Torr's hold, and began to twitch. Torr, likewise, was already starting to orgasm. The lion's first jet landed up across the wolf's face, and Torr's shot up and landed on Tyler's back. The wolf let out a low-pitched howl, sending Tyler crazy. The lion's chest heaved, and the roar became even louder. The two of them continued cumming, and the wolf shot another jet up onto the lion's back. Tyler sprayed himself over his partner's face, unable to even aim his seed. Torr became spent quickly, and his arousal began to die. Even for the wolf it was hard to cum three times. The lion kept up, and Torr managed to fit his mouth around his boyfriend's head before the lion finished up. He swallowed what he had, and looked up at Tyler's bare, glistening body. "I love you," the wolf admitted sheepishly, a dumb smile growing over his face. "And I love you," Tyler answered, finally collapsing on top of his muscular lover. The coach's hand slipped, and his steaming load splattered over the steel faucet, drops oozing over and down into the sink. "Fuck," the rhino complained, reaching for a towel mid-orgasm. He finished weakly, after only two or three jets of cum had landed themselves over a couple of glasses. "My students are so hot. Even if Tyler did interrupt me."
The coach had been sitting at his desk with Jack, who was happily sucking the coach off underneath the wooden surface, and the whole place was deserted. The coach was a pretty stoic lover, choosing not to make much of any noise while giving or receiving. Everything had been going fine, until one unwitting student had found his way into the weight room after hours. "Mr. Anderson?" The lion asked, looking about the weight room. The coach leaned forward, his left hand still between Jack's ears. The otter saw no reason to stop, and continued working his tongue up and down the length of his boss's member. "Y-Yes?" the coach fought past his twitches of ecstasy, and he tried to focus on the student. "When is the game tomorrow?" The lion asked, his eyes passing over the walls in the room. "E-Eight f-f-fifteen," The coach suttered, feeling himself pushed close to his limit. "Oh," The lion looked a little confused at the rhino's behavior, but shrugged it off. "You just cold?" "A l-little," coach Anderson lied through his teeth. "Want me to turn the heat up?" The lion crossed his leg over the other as if he were going to adjust the thermostat. "No!" The rhino said, trying to keep the desparation down in his voice. He had already started to cum. "Just go." His first burst of seed pushed its way out and down the otter's throat. "Okay," The lion made a "suit yourself" face and left. The rhino had another wave of cum, and the last two were in solitude. "You couldn't stop?" the rhino asked his assistant, who was busy cleaning his coach's member off. "I needed to show you I had what it took to get the job done," he answered. "Staff evaluations are important."