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A Relaxing Afternoon

Part 2

"Hey Coach-... Woah..." Opening the door Richard was greeted by his doberman player, Mark Zeuler, staring wide eyed back at him as he stood like frozen just outside the entrance to his house. The tall dobie jock had come over to his coach's house to spend the weekend getting "Personal Coaching" as they had arranged a couple of days ago.

The young college stud that Coach Henderson knew to be a bit on the intimidating side due to his height and his broad, muscular body frame, which also gave the dobie the impression to be the kind of jock that would bully others, and who would usually dress as such. Leather jacket, jeans with a studded belt going through the hoops around his waist, and black tank top was usually his regular getup.

Although his personality was nothing of the sorts, aside from being outgoing and sociable, Mark always appeared to be doing his best to be nice to others.

Tonight the dobie appeared not so different out of the ordinary with the "tough guy" look, wearing his usual leather jacket, black jeans and a pair of sunglasses he's pushed up on his forehead. His jade colored eyes widened as they roamed all over his coach's almost fully nude form, and his nostrils flaring as he took in his masculine, post-coital, musky scent.

"What's the matter Zeuler, like what you're seeing?" Reaching down to adjust his damp bulge in his briefs, Richard grinned as he saw the dobie stud's eyes follow his movement and his throat flexing as he swallowed some saliva.

"Huh? Oh, yes sir. But-..."

"Well don't stand out here gawking like a pup in a candy store, get your tail inside already." Stepping aside Richard would let the doberman jock enter his home, closing the door behind him.

"So this is your house, Coach? Fucking hell man, you must earn a fortune-..." Yelping loudly Mark stopped in his step, throwing his head around to look back over his shoulder as the old wolf had taken a firm grip around his slim tail.

"Not so fast hot stuff. While you're here there will be no clothes on, understood?"

Hesitating for a moment, the dobie's cheeks flush red in a slight blush as he would give a nod of affirmation. "Yes sir."

"Good boy, now strip." Folding his burly arms over his broad chest, Richard would watch with lustful eyes as the jock obeyed his orders, unzipping his leather jacket.

"Put 'em over there in the coffer."

Looking to where the wolf pointed, Mark stepped up to the container and opened it. "Whose clothes are these?" Reaching into the chest the doberman would pull out a skimpy little thong, left there by the wolf's other guest. Turning to look

"That's none of your concern, boy. Strip." Tapping his fingers on his arm, Richard would watch with excitement as the dobie would put the thong back in the coffer and obediently start to remove his clothes piece by piece. Pulling his tank top up over his head, the doberman's muscled torso was on full display for the older wolf. His pecs flexing and bulging when the tank top was lifted over his head and he tossed it into the coffer.

Paws reaching towards his zipper, Mark would unbutton his jeans and pull them down without a second's hesitation, since this obviously isn't the first time he's chucked his pants off in front of his coach. Much to the middle-aged wolf's twisted approval, the dobie jock would reveal his own similarly impressive bulge, kept in place by a straining, white jockstrap. When Mark bent forward to free his feet from his jeans, his efforts suddenly paused when a damp, musky pouch was pushed up against the side of his snout.

"I didn't tell you to stop undressing, boy, but do keep your jockstrap on. It suits you." Having his coach's groin rubbing up against his nose, Mark couldn't help breathing in the wolf's masculine musk. It aroused him to no end. That deep asserting musky scent, woke emotions hidden deep within the doberman, and the urge to submit to the stronger male washed over him, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine all the way to the tip of his sleek tail.

"What did you tell your dad, Zeuler? That you were spending the weekend at a friend's place? That you got yourself a girlfriend?" Thinking of the jock's dad whom Richard had met a couple of times during practice, he was a giant of a doberman almost as tall as the wolf himself, but just as buff. Imagining having a hunk like that bent over, just like his son, brought a grin upon the wolf's grizzled muzzle.

While fumbling to get his last foot paw loose from his jeans, Mark's face got pushed further up against his coach's pulsing bulge. "I-... uhm... told him I'd go to a party." Freeing himself from his pants, kicking them towards the nearby coffer, the dobie would fall down on his knees. Shuffling closer to his coach's mouthwatering bulge he'd nuzzle it with vigor, wagging his tail like a hound digging for his bone.

"A party, huh?" Reaching down with a paw to pat the doberman jock on his head he'd encourage his nuzzling by pushing him into his groin, his wet nose rubbing against his sheath and his open maw drooling along the length of his dick. "I wouldn't imagine your dad would fall for that. Then again, with a son like you..."

Giving him a last pat on his head, Richard would then push the doberman away from his bulge, leaving him with a painfully straining jockstrap down on his knees. "Put your clothes away properly boy. And make yourself at home." Flopping down in the couch after fetching his smartphone, Richard reached for the beer he'd left sitting on the coffee table.

Within a minute the doberman would have joined him, getting down on his hands and knees to come crawling up between his coach's widespread legs just like the dog he was. Paying the stud no mind save for spreading his legs further and taking a swig from his lukewarm beer, Richard would preoccupy himself with his phone in the other paw.

Knowing what to do, Mark would get in close between the wolf's meaty thighs with his head, his paws reaching up to cup his package. The dobie's pointed ears would twitch forward in clear intrigue as he brought his muzzle up close to lap at his coach's hand filling underwear bulge. Knowing that a good twelve inches of puppy breeding wolfmeat hid beneath this damp scrap of clothing had the doberman drooling richly as he nuzzled and lapped away at his tenting briefs.

"Keep doing what yer doing boy and look up here." With the doberman lapping at his bulge with his flat doggie tongue, drooling over his package, Coach Henderson would snap a picture with his phone. "Nice look, boy. I think I'll keep this." Moving a paw towards where the young jock was fondling him, the wolf would opt to free his rigid member from its cloth prison. When the dazed doberman caught on what his coach was trying to do he'd wrap his digits around the sides on his briefs and ease them down over his firmly bulging thighs, and down below his knees until he was completely free.

Prize in sight, the horny doberman jock wouldn't even hesitate to dive forward and hungrily begin to lap away at his coach's massive piece of meat. The red, throbbing piece of lupine manhood would still have traces of his cum from his previous fuck, now mixed with bits of pre that the doberman had coaxed forward with his nuzzling.

When Mark got a full taste of the old wolf's rich seed, a needy whimper would escape past his lips. Snapping another picture of the doberman servicing him, Richard would grunt lowly when the slutty stud would open his maw, put his lips around the pointed tip of his cock, and slowly but surely slide inch after inch inside. Having done this multiple times before, the cockhungry dobie knew just how to angle his throat as his coach's meaty shaft slid further and further inside his maw. In one well-practiced movement, the doberman jock would manage to take Coach Henderson's entire manhood except for his bulbous knot, even as the shaft would stretch his throat. With his nose pushed up against the wolf's sheath, Mark would inhale his overpowering musk in one big whiff, and his tongue would endlessly roll around that thick piece of meat stuffed into his maw.

"Such a good boy." Richard encouraged the hunky stud kneeling between his legs, his paws groping over his strong, meaty thighs, and his maw full of his cock, while he kept taking pictures on his phone. "Why don't you try taking the knot this time? I can see it on your face that you want it. You need your daddy to tie with your maw."

Looking up at his coach, he would be just in time to stare directly into the wolf's phone camera as it snapped a picture of him with a mawful of wolf cock. Unable to word any protests to the wolf's kinky taunts he'd instead do the only thing he could do. Groaning in satisfaction at the doberman's warm, wet and tight throat clenching around him, and the maw that kept sucking on his length, Richard would grunt again when he started to pull off from him.

Once the dobie stud only had his lips wrapped around the tip of his coach's dick, he'd take a moment to lick the tapered tip with his flat tongue, getting rewarded by a couple of spurts of cum that landed across his doggie tongue. "Mmrrrm, that's it boy. Savor the taste of your daddy." As if on cue, the wolf shot a couple of more spurts into the young jock's hungry maw.

Doing as he's told, Mark would let his coach's seed roll around on his tongue, finding its rich, salty taste intoxicating.

"Good, now swallow it." Unable to resist the husky, commanding voice of the older wolf, Mark would swallow the sticky seed. Hungry for seconds like the slutty pup he is, the dobie would cram his head back down on the coach's shaft until his lips kissed the rounded knot.

Bobbing his head up and down the wolf's pole, Mark's paws would roam over his coach's firm, furry thighs in unrestrained eagerness. The still TV-room drowned in wet slurping sounds coming from the tall doberman pleasuring his coach with his maw, sucking his cock with gusto and swallowing down his sticky pre, his thin tail wagging in earnest above his rounded bubble butt.

"Keep it up, you're almost there boy." Scratching behind Mark's ear, Richard would grin down at the doberman doubling his effort. The young jock closed his eyes, focusing on working the coach's thick piece of meat down his throat, his jaw parting more and more each time his snout collides up against his furry groin.

Feeling that his maw had gotten more used to the wolf's impressive girth, Mark adjusted his kneeling pose so that he had his head more in his coach's lap, and slowly started to force the giant knot past his lips. Soon enough, Richard would swear out loud and growl, baring his fangs as the doberman's maw parted and then locked around his knot. Mark could feel the wolf's massive dick throbb and spasm deep down his throat now that his lips had closed around his knot.

To further edge the coach over the point of no return, the dobie would move his paws to cup the wolf's hand filling furry orbs. Gently squeezing and rolling them around, Mark patiently waited for the wolf to climax.

"Ohh fuuuck yeaaah boy, here comes daddy's cum. Drink it all down!" Pushing down with his free paw on the dobie's head, Richard would buck his hips upwards. A tsunami of puppy making juices would unload in colossal spurts directly down the jock's throat, visibly making it bulge and swell each time he'd flex his muscles swallowing ever last drop being pumped directly into his stomach.

As the old wolf coach's orgasm ebbed out, a last couple of cum shots fired down the dobie's throat. With the hunky jock having his coach tied in his maw, Mark would look up at Richard's satisfied face.

"Fuck sake boy, you've turned into a pretty good cocksucker haven't you. Look at you with your daddy's knot wedged between your lips, so sexy." Grinning down at the buff doberman still gulping around his shaft, his eyes would trail down the dobie's muscular back. "Although, I know another place my boy loves to have his daddy's cock even more. Isn't that right pup?" Richard's eyes would land on the rounded curves of the doberman's shapely ass. Feeling the attention drawn to his rump, Mark gave a needy whine around his coach's dick, wagging his tail in anticipation.

"Let me see you free yourself from my cock, boy." Scratching behind the dobie's pointy ears, Richard would murr and grunt delighted as the jock slowly worked his knot past his stretched jaw once more, pulling off his maw with a gasp for air as soon as the lupine cock slipped past his lips. Panting and licking his messy chops with his cum smeared tongue, Mark would sit back on the balls of his heels looking back up at his coach. The doberman's white jockstrap strained and tented greatly from his nine inch doggy dick, his balls churning at the thought of his coach's fat puppy breaker breeding his thick ass.

"God damn coach, I can't believe I took your knot in my mouth. You may be hung like a stallion sir, but that knot is no joke." Smiling up at his coach with the wolf's tasty cum dripping from his panting maw.

"Good thing you're such a butt slut then Zeuler, you certainly take my dick and my knot easily up your ass. Speaking of which... Grab the lube from the drawer in the coffee table."

"Yes sir." Turning around still on his knees the doberman would bend forward to pull open the drawer the wolf mentioned, giving his coach a full view of his big, meaty rump framed perfectly by his jockstrap and his crinkly, dark pucker under his tail winking at him.

"In fact, why don't you use that lube to prepare yourself for my cock. Put on a show for your daddy."

Grabbing the bottle of lube, Mark's cheeks flushed deep red as he blushed intently when the wolf called himself his daddy. At first it had weirded out the doberman jock, but the more he said it, the more he found himself enjoying it. Applying a slick of lube onto two of his fingers, the dobie would spread his legs and reach back under his tail.

Having the hunky dobie jock bent over his coffee table, moaning as he's playing with his tailhole with his lubed up fingers, soon has the middle-aged wolf all riled up again. Firmly grasping his throbbing manhood, Richard would slowly stroke himself as he watched the display of the doberman now adding a third finger pumping in and out of his flexible sphincter nestled between his firm cheeks.

"That's enough boy, now get up here and come sit in your daddy's lap." Patting his sturdy thigh, Richard grinned widely as the tall doberman got up on his feet and walked up to him, turned around, and slowly started to lower himself into the wolf's lap. With Richard helping to align the tip of his saliva soaked cock with the jock's lubricated tailhole, it would connect without a hitch and Mark would moan loudly as he lowered his hips down and spread his asshole wide around his coach's tremendous manhood.

Once the bulbous knot kissed against his rim the dobie jock would relax and flex his anal muscles repeatedly, relishing in the fulfilling feeling of having his ass stuffed with twelve inches of wolf cock. His tail whipping against Richard's muscular chest, gyrating his hips around in the wolf's lap and moaning audibly as he felt the stiff erection stir his insides.

"Ah!" Mark gasped as his coach gripped his firm, bubbly rump cheeks.

"Don't mind me boy, your ass is so perfect around your daddy's dick, so round and muscular, perfect for groping. All that practice is paying off, wouldn't you say?" Squeezing down hard on the dobie's curved rump, he'd draw another moaning gasp out of the jock.

"Now ride, boy. Ride your daddy's juicy cock." Still with his paws on the doberman's meaty rump, the dobie's clinging tailhole pulling off his lupine fuckmeat brought a grunt out of the wolf hunk. His eyes would watch with interest as Mark flexed his muscles, and by leg power alone raised his hips high enough that only the tip of his coach's dick remained poking at his supple tailhole. Groaning in unison with the wolf, Mark would sink back down in his lap, feeling a rush of ecstasy shoot through his body as the thick cock speared his hole wide once again. A sudden jolt of electricity threw his head back with a moan that would make a whore blush, the dobie felt the wolf's rigid member push against his prostate.

Repeating the same motion, gripping his knees tightly the doberman started to bounce in the older wolf's lap. His tongue lolling out of his slack jaw and his jockstrap straining, damp from all the pre that the dobie's leaked through the ordeal.

"Ah... ah...!" Gasping for air in-between his moaning, Mark could feel the wolf's bulging knot repeatedly push up against his stretched sphincter, no doubt getting close to having his coach tie with him.

"Daddy's cock feels good, doesn't it boy?" Richard leaned forward slightly to talk directly into the dobie's ear with his paws still groping his muscled ass.

"Uhn... Ah.. Y-Yes! Yes sir!"

"You love having a cock spear your ass, don't you boy?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"You want to be daddy's little butt slut, isn't that right boy? Tell me you'll be daddy's butt slut, and I'll give you what you want." Musing into his ear, Richard grinned widely at the intense blushing that flushed over the doberman's cheeks.

But nonetheless, within the next couple of strokes of feeling the wolf's cock jab deep inside of him, Mark looked over his shoulder to look down at the big wolf. "P-Please daddy, I need your knot inside me. I'll be your little butt slut, your cumdump. J-Just please, fill me with your cock daddy."

"Good boy." Moving his paws to grip the doberman's manly hips, Richard would combine his upwards thrusting with forcibly pulling the dobie's ass down upon his fuckpole. Slowly but surely, Mark's tailhole would stretch widely around the wolf's cock, and with a loud, wet plop, his flexible pucker would close down upon the meaty knot, allowing the coach to tie with his jock.

Towards the last couple of bucking thrusts into his ass, the doberman's mind suddenly turned towards his real dad. When the older wolf howled loudly as he came down hard, Mark involuntary imagined that it was his own hulking dad pumping his ass full of creamy doberman juices. The thought soon vanished as the wolf coach's impressive twelve inches pulsed inside him, delivering wave after wave of virile wolf spunk deep inside of him.

"'Atta boy." Richard wrapped his muscly arms around the dobie and pulled him into a hug from behind, nuzzling into his sweaty neck. "You did good Zeuler."

"T-Thanks coach." Groaning in defeat, Mark couldn't help but revel at the feeling of his coach's load sloshing inside of him. Placing a paw over his stomach, he felt that this would truly be a weekend full of pleasure and self-discovery ahead.