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In the office

Tapping the stack of paper on his desk, Richard put aside the current paperwork with a sigh of relief. For the past two hours the black furred wolf coach have been doing nothing but going over forms and logistics list, putting in extra effort to make sure that everything is running smoothly for his team. Reaching for the last piece that needed to be done today Richard shifted in his seat slightly, adjusting his sitting position. Even though he's been hard at work in his office, there's someone else who has been working hard. While looking over the paper in front of him on the desk, the wolf moves a paw below it, patting the short fur on top of the doberman's head.

Mark Zeuler, to be more exact. A handsomely fit doberman whose tall frame barely fit beneath the coach's desk, down on his knees as he is, completely nude save for his red jockstrap clinging tightly around his manly waist and thick thighs, making double sure that his large and protruding rear is perfectly framed. In response to the appreciative patting by his coach Mark made sure to do an especially drawn-out thrust with his head as he deep throats his coach's raging erection. Expertly and with practiced ease taking the wolf shafts entire length inside his maw even as a good portion of it slides down his tight throat. Not once did the jock even slow his movement nor did he gag, clearly displaying that this isn't the first time he has his coach's cock in his maw.

Halfway through the tedious paperwork the doberman in question came through his office hoping to 'thank' his coach for today's training session, and had dutifully remained up till now attending to the wolf's pre-dripping manhood and aching ball sack with tongue, maw and paw with the hope of making his work somewhat bearable. So far it seems to have worked, as the wolf had rewarded the doberman with a couple of virile cumshots that had been quickly lapped up and swallowed with utmost eagerness, followed by a couple of grateful pats and petting on top of the jock's head. There was no need for words between them, as Coach Henderson has given his doberman student plenty of vigorous and particularly lewd coaching sessions over the years. A good thing too for them about using non-verbal commands to his well trained jock, as suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Moving his paw back up Richard cleared his throat and sat up straight, showing that absolutely nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Come in." Flicking one of his ears, Richard could feel Mark's maw drop his cock from his drooling maw, instead going to nuzzle and lick his musky ballsack, each orb large enough that the doberman could barely fit one of them in his mouth only once he's stretched his maw to its limits.

"'Scuse me Coach." Opening the door and walking in, a yellow lab enters the coach's office. "I came to return the keys to the storage room." James Olsen of the rugby team strolled up to the wolf's desk completely unaware of the doberman jock lewdly sucking and rolling his tongue around on his own coach's ballsack.

"All finished Olsen?" Richard quickly glanced at the clock on the wall, reaching out to accept the key ring that James handed over. "I'd of figured you guys would use the field longer."

"We didn't want to overstay our welcome Coach, using the college football field this close to campus is more convenient than using the public football field for training. But there's a limit to how generous a person can be, and we don't want to be greedy, sir." James offered a small smile, watching the wolf putting away the keys in one of the drawers of his desk. A short moment of hesitating follows before the yellow lab opened his mouth again.

"Hey coach...?"

"Hm? What is it?" Richard tries his best to remain professional, but even the stoic wolf could feel himself waver as the doberman applies his masterful tongue to his balls, licking, sucking and using his paws to roll them around.

"I was wondering if-..." Biting his lower lip James pauses for a second before he shook his head. "Never mind, forget I said anything. Thanks again for lending us the football field coach." The yellow lab turned around and as he began walking out of the office, Richard did a small sigh of relief.

"Oh, there was something else that I wanted to ask." James said suddenly halfway out the door, interrupting Richard as he had moved a paw under the desk to stroke his saliva coated erection. Giving the older wolf a minor fright.

"What?" Richard did his best to seem unbothered, despite the fact that he has his paw wrapped around his leaking cock, and his doberman is putting in double the effort to suck his balls.

"Mark Zeuler is on your team, right?"

Richard grit his teeth slightly as he felt the mentioned doberman drop his balls from his mouth.

"Mark, the doberman? Yeah what about him?"

"Do you know if he's still around?"

"Uh, no I don't think so. I'm pretty sure he left directly after practice." Richard did a mental smile as he felt Mark give a couple of tender licks on his churning balls.

"Oh, alright. Thanks anyway coach, good bye." With a lowered head James closed the door behind him, leaving the wolf and his hidden secret alone once again.

"A little too close for comfort, ey? Coach?" Mark chuckled from his position below the desk, nuzzling the thick wolf meat.

"Shouldn't your mouth be doing something else besides chattering, Zeuler? Or have you finally had enough of my cock?" Releasing his shaft Richard grunted lightly as he felt a wet lick along the entire length of his musky wolf cock.

"Mmrrm, there's no way I can get enough of this delicious cock of yours, sir. But almost getting found out has made me incredibly horny, and I desperately need to get fucked right now before I blow my load here under your desk."

Grinning widely Richard pushed away from his desk, his cock flexes at the sight of the handsome doberman with his white cum painted all over his face and dripping out of his panting maw. Crawling out from under the desk on all four, Mark gives the older wolf's cock a quick kiss with his lips, and laps up the pre running down its side. Standing up, the doberman makes sure to give his coach a good look at his fit body and at the large bulge staining his red jockstrap with wet patches of pre that's escaped the horny young jock. To show his coach just how ready he is, Mark turns around and bends forward slightly to open one of the drawers on the desk he just came out from down under and pulled out a bottle of lube which he promptly handed over to his coach.

"Heh, good boy Zeuler. Now show me that big ass of yours that you're so proud of." While applying a slick of lube onto his fingers, Mark turned fully around, spreading his legs and bent forward, his long sleek tail flagged high and wagging while his paws are on his well proportioned rump and spreading his cheeks for his coach.

Not being one to disappoint his players, Richard reaches out with his lubed up fingers and teasingly runs them around the edges of the dark pucker located in the middle of those caramel coloured furred ass cheeks. The older wolf prods and teases the young doberman's tail hole with his fingers, enjoying how it quivers and is making the handsome jock whimper in need. This goes on for a while before Richard decides to give mercy to his well trained pup, and gently pushes one of his fingers against the yielding back-door, feeling it part easily enough, but also clamping down shut around his finger showing the coach just how skillful his anal muscles are.

"Fuck yes, I love it when you play with my ass coach." Mark grinds his rear back against his coach's invading finger, moaning and yipping cutely on a complete contrast to his tough jock appearance. Out of all the players that Richard has given personal 'coaching' to, Mark is clearly one of the top three in his team who loved having his sensitive bubble butt used more than anything.

"Heh, you really are such a big butt slut, aren't you Zeuler? Do you still use the dildo at home that I got you as a substitute for my cock?" Adding a second finger to the first, the answer would be mostly obvious as the doberman's dark pink fleshy backdoor easily stretched to accommodate the coach's wiggling fingers. As a treatment for his insatiable appetite for receiving anal, Coach Henderson personally sponsored his player with a canine shaped dildo in the same length and girth like his own, including that orgasm inducing knot at the base, as a means to help him get his mind off the real cock that got him addicted in the first place.

"Ahh yesss, I can't get enough coach! I use it every night, but nothing compares to the real thing. Please coach, fuck me already! I need you inside me..." Leaning further forward, Mark would soon be bent over the coach's desk, still spreading his well-rounded, soft furred cheeks for the older wolf pumping his fingers in and out of his needy ass. Acting like he didn't hear his player's plea, Richard added a third finger in addition to the other two. Pushing in deep with his fingers, a wicked grin would spread on the older wolf's muzzle as he found that delightful little hard nub that when gently rubbed made the doberman stud shudder in ecstasy and moan out loud like a whore.

"What was that Zeuler? I couldn't make that out, you need to speak up." Twisting his fingers around the doberman's prostate he made his jock moan loudly again and grasp the edge of his desk tightly.

"Haah, f-fuck me coach, I need you to fuck me hard! Please sir, take that fat cock of yours and ram it in my ass!" Once the doberman is whining with need bent over his desk, Richard removed his fingers from the jock's rump. Immediately lining the tapered tip of his thick, red wolf cock up against the lubricated and gaping tailhole on the jock, teasingly slow pushing his hips forward and grunting when he can feel Mark's slick, fleshy tunnel wrap around his meat in a valiant effort to pull him all the way deep inside.

Once the wolf's heavy, low hanging furry orbs are pushed up against the clothed pouch of the doberman's jock strap which contains his own aching nuts and still straining from his own stiff erection, Richard would groan loudly as he's fully hilted inside the rump of a young college jock. According to the middle-aged wolf, nothing in the world could compare to the gripping tightness and snug feeling of pounding the firm rear on a college aged stud, especially since he's had the displeasure of plowing his ex-wife in a misguided attempt to come to terms with who he is.

Growling in hostility as old memories of a bad relationship resurfaced Coach Henderson would grip the doberman's hips tightly and yank his hips back only to slam them back forward, making his entire desk shake from the force of his thrust. While the older wolf took out his frustration by ravage the doberman, Mark felt nothing but pleasure from everything his coach gave him. Moaning and panting loudly, Mark's tongue would be lolling out of his gaping maw, drooling onto his coach's desk and his eyes rolling up in pleasure at the rough treatment as he was fucked mercilessly by the thick wolf cock that he loved so much, the way that it pushed against his prostate was out of this world.

"Fuck, you're gripping me so tightly you little slut. You just can't get enough cock up your ass can you? Do you ask the other players to fuck you too pup?" Leaking pre-cum into the lubed up tunnel the old wolf would continue to pound the younger stud with loud squelching slaps while still holding a firm grip on his hips, pulling him back into his thrusts.

"N-No sir, nobody else fucks me." Mark somehow manages to groan out under breathless gasps as his coach keeps railing him from behind.

"No? Not even that Olsen fella? He seemed interested in you." Pausing his thrusting for a moment, Richard would grind his knot against the lube and cum smeared pucker stretched around his dick.

"I-I barely know him... One of my classes..." Huffing and panting, Mark would concentrate more on clenching his anal muscles around his coach's spear that's impaled deep inside his rump, than remembering the yellow lab that almost caught him with his lips around said wolf's cock.

"Hrm... That's how it is..." Richard would lean in over the doberman, resuming his thrusting in short, fast and hard paces. Each trust would spread the college stud's tailhole wider and wider as the wolf coach would work his bulging knot up against his puffy ring of muscle.

Slowly the black furred wolf came closer and closer to tying with Mark's perky rear. In the next couple of thrusts Richard would put more and more of his weight behind each thrust, and the closer the wolf gets to knot the young doberman the more and louder Mark would yelp and moan.

"Ffffuuuck!" Feeling that stretched, slutty tailhole clamp down shut fully around his bulbous knot pushes the older wolf over the edge bringing a loud resounding howl from deep within him as his furry orbs pulls up closer to his body and spills a surprisingly big load of virile wolf cum deep inside the doberman's bowels.

Rambling wordlessly about how good it feels when his coach breeds his rump, and how hot his load feels inside him as its filling him up nicely. Mark would be brought over the edge himself from the anal stimulation alone without having touched himself even once during their carnal coupling. The doberman's junk still being constricted by his jockstrap, and his own load would end up getting trapped within it. Feeling his coach's load squelching inside him, Mark would collapse onto the wolf's desk with a pleasant rumble in his chest as his legs would give in.

"With an ass like this, maybe I should just keep you for myself Zeuler." Humping forward against the doberman's cushy cheeks, the sensation of his large rod rummaging around inside of him brings out a slutty moan from the young stud.

"R-Really?" Mark sounded hopeful as he lifted his head slightly to look up at his coach collapsed on his muscular back.

"I said maybe. Having a slutty cock hungry jock like you near sure would be convenient... Why don't you bring your fine ass over to my house this weekend and maybe we can arrange something, hmm?" Groping the doberman's bubble butt Richard would enjoy the warm, wet tunnel squeezing his still hard dick repeatedly, as if the jock was trying to milk even more cum out of his coach's cock.

"Sir, yes sir!" Mark Zeuler would state as loudly and clear as he's able. A smile spread on his muzzle that still had dried ropes of his coach's cum painted all over the bridge of his nose and on his cheeks.

The idea of bringing his sluts home, and keep them there for his own pleasure was so naughty and so great that the wolf felt he should give himself a pat on his back. As soon as he can slip out of his doberman bitch.