Feels Like Team Spirit
#2 of Commissions
Feels Like Team Spirit
By Bunnyboy
This story was commissioned by Sammy Stripes and is copyrighted to himself.
Warning the story contains material of a sexual nature between an adult male and teenaged male. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy
Coach Stripes stood on the sidelines watching his players run drills. The boys were in good shape and were doing better then some would expect 7th graders to perform. The big tiger purred softly to himself as he watched the boys running up and down the field. Soon they would have their first game of the season, and he still needed to pick a boy for his lucky pre-game ritual. "All right boys. That was a good practice. I want you all to hit the showers and get a good night's sleep. We've got a big game tomorrow and I want you all to be at peak performance."
As the rowdy young teens filed past him to the showers, the coach's eyes fell on the last boy in line, who wore uniform sixty-nine. It was Richard, one of the smaller cubs. He was an otter, and in some ways, he was not cut out for football. He wasn't as big or as fast as the other players. He was a decent catcher, but you had to admire his guts. The boy gave it his all on the field. As the thirteen year old cub passed by, Coach Stripes grinned and grabbed him by the shoulder pads. "Hang on Richie, I want to talk to you in my office." He smiles down at the boy, wondering if the boy would be dedicated to his coach.
The tiger lead the boy into his office, which was conveniently close to the boy's showers, and offered him a chair. The young otter sits, still panting slightly from the exertion of practice. "Coach? Is something wrong?"
The tiger adjusts his hat so the boy can't see his greedy eyes as they stare at that perfect little body bulked up in all that padding. "Well Richard, it's like this. I know you're trying your best out there, but I'm sorry to say that you're lagging behind the other boys. I'm just not sure there is a position on the team that's suited to you, son. And with our first game tomorrow, for the sake of the team I might have to let you go."
"What?" The boy whimpers. "No coach, please, you can't cut me from the team!" The little otter snuffles softly.
"I'm sorry," says the big tiger, "I know you are trying your best but I'm afraid it might not be enough. Now come on, let's hit the showers. I know we both need it." The big tiger leads the young teen from his office. The rest of the boys are gone and it's just the two of them.
The young otter pup looks glum. His mind distracted, he doesn't even notice as the coach helps him out of his gear. The big cat almost purrs as he strips the sad boy from his uniform, pulling away the soft cloth and hard plastic that hid the boy's lithe young frame from view. He sighs happily, knowing this could be a lot of fun.
As they step under the hot water of the locker room's communal showers, Richard's mind just isn't on the task at hand. His mind is racing back and forth, trying to think of some way he can prove to the coach that he should stay on the team. "Hey Coach Stripes." He turns to face the adult, and his eyes briefly dart to the grown man's big thick sheath hanging down between his legs. He stammers a bit, having never seen an adult naked before. "Coach, isn't there anything I can do to stay on the team?" He tries to keep focused on the older tiger's face, but movement drags the pup's gaze back down to that big length of man meat. The sheath is slowly pulling back, the tip throbbing a reddish pink as it starts to grow erect. "I-I'll do anything to prove I can be a good team player."
Coach stripes just grins down at the boy. This was working out just as he'd planned. He'd never intended to cut the boy from the team, but it worked perfectly to get what he wanted from the lad. "Well I guess there is something you could do to show how dedicated you are to the team." The adult turns to face the pup, his cock fully erect now and pointed at the young boy's face. "Prove you're loyal to the team. Prove you're dedicated to us winning. Lick it."
The little otter whimpers softly. He couldn't have heard the coach right. He looks up into the tiger's smug face and then down to the engorged length of man meat before him and realizes he hadn't made a mistake. But he didn't want to, not with another guy. Yet his own adolescent cock started to firm up just at the thought of doing something sexual. The raging hormones of a teen just can't be reasoned with. He whimpers again as he leans in close, thinking it's the only way to stay on the team, and his silky smooth tongue flicks out across the tiger's pointed tip. It's salty on his tongue but the boy does notice how it pulls a contented growl from the adult.
"That's a good boy," purrs the adult. "Keep licking." Coach Stripes purrs softly as he looks down on the otter through slitted eyes. The boy's tongue tentatively works its way over the sensitive head of his dick, but the sight of that innocent little lad lapping at him is what excites him most, even more then the feel of that soft tongue. "Ohh, such a good boy. You really do love the team, don't you? Now open wide, I want you to suck on it. You've got to prove how much you want to be on this team."
The little otter whimpers once more as he opens his mouth wide around the tiger's pointed dick. He collars the coach's cock head with his lips, gently suckling on the tip. Above the boy, the man murrs loudly, moaning as the hot water cascades down their bodies. One paw reaches down scratching between the young Otter's ears as the adult groans with pleasure.
"Oh yes Richard, that's just right." He growls hungrily as he thrusts into the boy's maw. "Suck on it harder, lad. Prove you want to stay on the team. Fondle my balls kiddo, come on, you've got to know what feels good. I bet you beat off every night to make it feel good." He grips the otter's head, pushing the boy further down onto his cock and moaning softly as he feels a paw begin fondling his jewels. He pants, staring down into the boy's eyes through the steam as he feels the pressure mounting. With a loud grunt he pushes the boy's head down, holding him in place as he cums. Sweet, salty tiger spooge floods the young teen's muzzle as he struggles to get away. After the initial blast almost drowns the cub, the tiger's grip loosens, and the sputtering cub falls back on the shower floor. Coach Stripes aims his still spurting shaft at the boy and watches the long, ropey strands of his seed mingle with Richard's fur. "Well Richie you're close to earning your spot on the team. There is just one more thing to do." The man stands over the boy, smiling down on him as the water washes away all traces of his violation. "You see, before each game I've got a little good luck ritual that I like to perform, to help ensure victory on the field. If you agree to help me with this you'll truly be helping your teammates, and I could never cut someone who is willing to take one for the team."
The tiger's grin is nice and friendly, but the otter pup is a little worried. Richard wipes his mouth with the back of his paw, still coughing on the coach's cum. He thinks about it for a moment. It hadn't been so bad; the man's dick hadn't tasted too bad either. There was something exciting about what he'd done. Coach had really liked it, and his own boner proved that down on some level, he must have liked it too. "Okay sir." The young pup shakily gets to his feet. "What do I have to do?"
"Not too much, just stand there facing the wall." Coach Stripes purrs softly as he watches the boy stand under a shower nozzle, the hot water sheeting off the lad's back. He pours a generous dollop of hand lotion into his paw before slowly lubing up his still engorged member. Once he's ready he comes up behind the small teen, partially sheltering him from the water. He puts one arm forward, snaking around the boy's chest and lifting him boldly off the floor and pressing him into the tile wall. The tiger lines up with the lad's sweet anal star as he whispers into an ear. "Tonight we'll find out if an otter's ass really is water tight."
The initial penetration is painful for the boy, but thankfully the coach used plenty of lube. He arches his back and tries to scream but can only gurgle as he stares up into a showerhead.
Behind the boy the tiger grunts out loud. The kid's ass is tight, it's so damn tight that as he pushes deeper into that sweet little ass, it feels like it's going to squeeze his cock right off. He moans loudly as he sinks his throbbing length of tigerhood deeper into the boy, stretching that hole open.
Richard whimpers softly. It hurts a bit, but the pain slowly fades away to a dull ache as he adjusts. Coach is a strong man, and his arm holds Richard in place. As that slick piece of man meat pushes even deeper, something changes. Coach must have done something, because it feels better. The warm water rushes over the teen almost in sync with the waves of pleasure he's getting from coach. It feels a hundred times better than when he paws himself off. He feels good, almost like he's swimming upstream.
As the boy lets out a long pleasured moan, Stripes knows he has him just where he wants him. "Feels good doesn't it boy?" he whispers into an ear as the otter's powerful tail pulses against the man's stomach. The otter starts to squirm in his grip; not trying to get away, though the boy's undulating seems to match the big tiger's own pace as he thrusts in and out of the sweet little rump. "I'll take that as a yes then." He pins the boy up against the tile, one hand snaking down to stroke the otter's rock hard erection even as he hunches forward pounding his big dick into that squirming hole.
At the coach's touch the pup arcs his back squealing in pleasure. It feels so good he can't help it. Coach's fast, hard pace just pounds his prostate into submission as he groans. Richard shudders as he climaxes, sending thick streams of his river dog juice all over his belly and the shower wall. Grunting loudly over his shoulder, the coach thrusts once more into the boy before howling out loud, flooding the lad's guts with his own brand of seed.
With one strong hand he lifts the boy of his finally spent cock. The cub slumps to the floor of the shower looking up at the coach in awe. Stripes looks down at his paw covered in otter jizz and smiles at Richard. "Good job, kid. I could never let some one like you off the team. In fact, if you play your cards right I might even make you tight end. See you bright and early for the game tomorrow." He catches the otter's eye as he licks the boy's cum from his paw. "And no matter the outcome of the game, I'll need you in my office afterwards. We've got a lot to go over."
Richard just watches as the striped tiger walks away. Despite everything that happened he can't help but smile. It felt good, really good. "Yes sir, I'll be there."