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With a loud grunt, Royce pushed hard, his arms aching as he lifted the barbell slowly. Slow, that was the key, reps were for performance, but slowness that put a strain on everything. It made him ache afterwards, but that was part of the point. The ache was his muscles rebuilding themselves, taking in all the protein the tiger feasted on and turning it into muscle. Big, bulky and showy muscles.

The tiger shone with the sweat of a hard workout, his perfect form flexing beautifully as he grunted out loudly, "seven!" Tiger by birth, sexy god by birthright. Orange and black striped fur glistening in the gym light. His tank had been discarded during the workout, far too wet to continue. Moist shorts were sticking to his sweaty crotch and ass, over the years more than a few cheerleaders had visited the gym just to watch him workout.

Royce liked the attention, flexing and smiling at them. He could scent their arousal, but he had realised early on, girls were fun just not the sort of fun he craved. Still, their adulation fed his ego: captain of the football team, scouted and with offers from two good colleges, his ego was one overfed bastard.

Nobody could claim he didn't earn his position though. Every day he trained, and he trained hard! In class he gave his all too, making himself a straight A student. Hicktown USA was his birthplace, but he had no intention of spending his life there. He had plans. Of course, that day he had plans too, of a rather more private nature.

"Eight," he grunted as he finished another rep. The gym was empty, it always was, by this time. Only Royce had the drive to stick it out this long. All the other students had gone home, or out on what passed for the town. "Nine." Leaving Royce to his Monday ritual workout. Monday was the best workout of the week, start the week with a grunt and a smile.

The sound of the door opening made his feline ears twitch, it was an expected sound, anticipated even. "Ten!" Royce snarled the word, as his body screamed in pain and he racked up the barbell. Then sat up panting to look at the new entrant to the gym, "heya, Coach."

The large polar bear stood just inside the door, in a tank that stretched over the expanse of his belly. Coach had a bit of a gut, but a load of muscle too. Years in the army gave him discipline: or so he claimed. The bear had a strict routine and he never deviated from it. "Evening Royce, you are here late again ah see. Isn't there something better you could be doing with your time? You are young, you should be living it up. When ah was your age ah... oooohhh no boy, can't tell you those stories. You better make some of your own." Like most people in town Coach Rollins had a thick accent.

While the bear walked over to the treadmill Royce watched every motion. Inside his shorts, he could already feel something stirring. He'd always known he was attracted to guys, but he was also smart enough to keep his trap shut. His father would be sick to his stomach if he found out he raised some filthy faggot. That was fine by Royce, get through high school, get to college and then it would be party time in big cock city. Until then... well, he had found a way to keep his urges in check.

With a soft purr building up in his chest he reached down to snatch up his towel. Scrubbing some of his sweat off onto his towel, "think ah'll take some of yer advice Coach, hit the showers early an take off."

"Atta boy, go get yourself something tasty to gnaw on. Yer only live once, ya know?" The bear grunted as he jogged. After a full day of coaching and teaching the bear already had a layer of sweat. Yet as he started his warm up the sweat really began to flow. Royce paused just a moment and inhaled carefully, not wanting to make a sound. There could be no indications of his intent, that was why his scrubbing towel was dangling, just in front of his badly tended shorts. While his nose savoured the musky aroma, meaty and earthy, with a hint of old spice and something else he couldn't identify. The tiger's mouth began to flood with drool.

"Ok, see ya tomorrow, Coach," Royce called, trying not to hurry off too quickly. He didn't want Coach Rollins to think he was running off for anything. He knew the bear, he knew his routine. Monday was a one hour and thirty minute workout, heavy on the cardio, but with some weights to keep his muscles showing. Royce wasn't sure why the bear worked out so much, he'd been married with kids for years, guys were supposed to just let themselves go, his father certainly had bloated up.

When the door to the school gym shut behind him, he broke into a trot. He had an hour and twenty-five minutes. Just like every week for the last two months. Royce knew he could take his time, but he couldn't help it. This was his ritual and he looked forward to this hour twenty-five all week long. His cock was already raging at him, begging for him to touch it, but he held back. Now was not the time.

He reached the locker room at a half-run pace, wriggling his hips he pulled off his shorts and then his jock. Royce tossed the warm moist clothes into his bag and jumped into the showers. His cock was burning and aching at the thoughts of what he would do next. However, he kept his paws off it, scrubbing his fur with soap and cleaning off his own heady funk. It wasn't his sweaty funk that he wanted to savour, he was too young and it smelled too sweet. No, he had muskier scents in his future.

His heart was racing as he stepped out of the shower, his erection raging like never before (well like the Monday before). He grabbed a shirt and jeans, groaning as he stuffed his erect maleness back into his jeans. It protested, forcing itself into the denim hard as if trying to break free. As he left he grabbed something from his bag, stuffing it into his pocket he glanced out into the corridor. The coast was clear.

As he stalked through the school like a predator, set on its prey, his mind was counting down. One hour and ten minutes left. Plenty of time before the bear was done. The young feline reached the Coach's office and reached out to the handle, unlocked. It always was this late, nobody was in the school, even the janitors had left an hour ago. Just Royce and the Coach worked out this far into the evening.

There was no fighting the rumbling purr that erupted from his chest as he stepped into the office. The smell of the room hit him, like a wonderful slap to the face. Enticing him onward. The first time had been an accident, he'd just been handing in a late biology report.

It had been a Wednesday and the coach had finished for the day. Royce had heard the sound of the bear's teacher shower on. The thought of the mighty ursine in his natural glory, all soapy had been enough to bring the tiger's meat to attention. However, his nose had told him something else, there on the desk had been the bear's sports bag...full of his used clothing. Dangling out the side he had seen it, taunting him like the very grapes that teased Tantalus himself. Moist and warm, rich and musky. The bear's jockstrap.

Royce wasn't sure what went through his head, one minute he was standing there staring at the jock. Next, he was jogging to his car, with the musky article hidden in his pocket. He'd driven to the first private spot he knew and the put the jock to his muzzle. The aroma had been heavenly, although very few pastors preached about the heaven of musky bear jock. Earth, peat, strength and just a hint of something sharp. His paw had fought with his jeans until he had managed to free his cock and he had jerked it desperately. Messing up his new Audi with one of the heaviest loads he had ever spent.

Afterwards, he had kept the jock, jerking off to it many more times, even wrapping it around his own cock and coating it in tiger spunk. That had been a mistake, the bear's scent had been washed away with his own, far too weak and young scent. If there was one thing Royce had no lack of and that was courage. Like a pervy hero, he had snuck back into the very bear's den again the following week, and stolen another pair, switching them for the old ones.

The following week he had gone one better though, and he had repeated it every week since. New Jock on Wednesday, savoured all week long and not sullied with his own scent or cock. Then on Monday, he would sneak into the coach's very lair once more. The thrill the first time had left his so giddy he had spilt his load in moments, flooding the jock with his seed. On Tuesday his cock would get a rest, and then on Wednesday, a new freshly musked jock would be stolen to start the cycle over again.

However, it was Monday that he lived for, the undeniable highlight of his week. Sneaking into the Coach's very office, sitting in his chair and just drinking in his latent essence. Royce's pants hit the floor, his cock springing free from its prison, burning with the vengeance of a thousand wronged souls. He walked around to the chair and sat down, closing his eyes he inhaled a deep lungful of air. The bear spent so much time in this room everything reeked of his musk. It permeated the wood of the desk, the fabric of the chairs and in that moment the lungs of the tiger. In this room, he could smell something else, just a tiny hint of smoke, cigar smoke. He knew the bear liked a sneaky one, where his wife would never catch him.

Grinning to himself the tiger pulled the jock out of his pocket. The bear wasn't the only person who liked a sneaky one in that room. His cock throbbed and he felt his cock spurt pre onto the towel he had carefully lain beneath him, leave no evidence was his motto. He closed his eyes and pulled the jock out, he swore the musky smell in the room grew just from that. Anticipation was a wonderful thing, he just held it in his paw for a few moments. More pre dripped onto his towel as his cock begged for attention.

His paws moved in unison, one going up and the other down. Tiger nose was pressed against the soft cotton fabric, as his fingers grasped his aching maleness. A soft whimper escaped his lips as he scented the other male. Strength and virility, musk and earth. In his mind he imagined what it would be like to smell it from the source, to taste that bear in his mouth. His paw moved faster and faster as his breathing got rapid. Heart racing he thought of the bear holding him down, forcing a thick cock deep inside him, surely it had to feel better than his fingers that he used on himself in the shower every chance he got.

Huffing heavily, the soft cotton kissing his face, pulling up against his pink nose as he breathed deeper. He knew it wouldn't be long, no matter how desperately he wanted to prolong this moment. His paw snatched the underwear from his face and wrapped it around his cock jerking it faster and faster. Any moment he knew his aching nuts would be emptied as his dirty fantasies were fulfilled.

A second too late his ears alerted him to something amiss. "Gotch....oooh holy Jesus!" The polar bear stopped in his tracks by what he found in his office. "Royce...what... in my chair..."

The tiger froze, every muscle in his body refused to move as his mind failed him utterly. He looked up at his coach, his jaw flapped open and closed; as if hoping that the motion would allow some magical words to excuse his actions.

Coach unfroze first and stepped forward shaking his head, "I... thought ya was just stealing ma ciga... Is that ma jock?" the bear asked his eyes focussing on the white fabric wrapped around Royce's manhood.

"Ah can explain!" Royce burst out, as he pulled the jock off and threw it on the desk.

"Seems really self-explanatory ta me boy," growled the bear as he carefully picked up his jock, using claws only, and dropped it in his open bag. "Y'all ain't the first student ta like an older guy. First guy for me and first... one ta..." the bear waved his paw at the tiger and his office. Royce could feel himself blushing, he shrank back against the chair and wished for the ground to open up and swallow him, whole.

"Sorry Coach...," Royce mumbled his eyes going to the bag where the jock strap had been hidden. Then he looked up at the Coach and his eyes went wide... he could see a very obvious tent pitched in those tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination. An idea sprung into the tiger's mind his softening cock suddenly swelling with new found arousal, the bear was turned on by him, at least in part.

The bear sat down on his desk beside the teenager, seemingly oblivious to his body's reaction. "T'aint nothing to be sorry about really. No harm done, it's flattering really. Young buck like you, getting all worked up over me. However, ah am a married man, an your teacher too."

Royce gulped his eyes going to that tent in his coach's shorts. It was an impressive length, he wondered how thick the bear was. The older male reached out and put a friendly paw on his shoulder, "thanks, Coach, you... ever, you know, think of guys like this? I ain't never done nothing with nobody."

"Well... there was one time back in mah army days. Just a little exploration, like you're doing, no harm in it. So long as you stop stealing mah jocks." The last words fell on deaf ears, Royce had seized on the little admission. Coach had tried to experiment once before, maybe he might be open to a little more experimentation, they were in an institute of learning after all.

"Can't blame me for finding you attractive though, big strong bear. So confident and strong," Royce purred the words softly, turning on the feline charm. He enjoyed watching the bear flush with embarrassment.

"Well ah do like to try an keep in shape, need to keep up with you youngsters," the bear muttered with a gulp. It had been many years since anyone had hit on him, yet he was sure that was what that had been, a not so gentle come on. It was very flattering, Royce was an extremely handsome young man. Just like the lion, Private Adams, damn that had been one fun weekend of R&R. Don't ask, don't tell, but that didn't mean you couldn't make some feline yell out your name.

Coach jumped as a paw reached out and grabbed his calf, "Jesus Coach, there ain't nothin but muscle here."

"Ha, I'm on my feet all day, there ain't nothing soft about mah legs," the Coach gulped again as he realised there really wasn't anything soft down there at all. For a moment he hoped the tiger hadn't seen it, then he realised how stupid that was. He'd sat on the desk right in front of Royce, his legs naturally spreading. The bear had practically rubbed his erect pecker in the feline's face. His mind told him he should go, his wife would be there to pick him up soon. Yet as the tiger's paw stroked up his leg he whimpered and he knew nothing could move him.

"Wow Coach, your thighs are so strong, all that standing around," Royce purred his fingers stroking over the bear's upper leg. His heart raced as his stroked over the muscles, they were as firm as the bear had implied. Something else was firm, yet something told Royce, he had this. No fear, it was time to make the run and hope he scored a touchdown. His fury digits ran onto the white fabric, soft cotton soaked in sweat. Firm leg and then, without a word he let his paw wander onto the tent, to feel the size of the tentpole. "Nothing soft at all, Sir!."

"Ah! Royce you... Ah'm married," the bear's words sounded distant even to himself. His body was alive with arousal, his blood thundering through his ears. All those voices that told him they were wrong were drowned out, by the rhythmic beat of his aroused manhood. It had been decades since anyone but his wife had touched his cock, he loved her and yet... she rarely touched him these days. It wasn't fair, he was in his prime... so many wild oats to sow and here was a fresh willing field, it was practically begging to be ploughed.

"Nobody has to know," whispered the feline leaning forward, his nose picking up the scent of the bear properly. If he had thought the jock had smelled good, this was a thousand times better. It was like comparing a McDonald's burger to the finest filet mignon, not even a Big Mac, just a regular plain old burger. The scent was so much deeper and richer. Unable to control himself his muzzle thrust forward into the ursine's crotch, the warm moistness of musky heaven.

"Oh fuck!" they cried out as one, Coach's claws scratched into his desk as a bolt of pleasure ran up his spine. The feline wasted no time, rubbing and purring loudly, he ground that cocktip all around his face.

"Royce...ah," words died on his lips as he felt furry fingers pushing inside his waistband. The pressure surrounding his aching meat was released as Royce pulled down his shorts and jock in one powerful tug. Royce's eyes went wide as he stared at his coaches black glory. Ten glistening, musky inches, and almost as thick as he had imagined. It was glorious, pre spurting from the tip.

"Fuck! Sir, you are...so...oh fuck I just have to..." Royce never managed to finish his sentence, his mouth couldn't wait, it was beset by the hunger of a starving man and only bear meat would satisfy his craving. His lips sealed around the huge cocktip and his tongue began to lick. The bitter taste of the pre, mixing with the heady mix of the sweat and grime of a full day. The salty tang of a hint of urine, and all his body could do was cry out for more. He pushed his head down, stuffing his muzzle with as much bear as he could take. Purring loudly as he suckled and his fingers reached out to explore the bear's heavy nuts.

"Fuck!" The bear swore again as feline fingers tugged on his huge pair. It had been weeks since his wife was last in the mood. Now here was a young stud, kneeling before him, desperate for his cock. It was all too much and his mind was no longer in control, all thoughts of his wife were pushed from it. This young bitch wanted him, he was begging for it and when you are presented with a warm willing hole there is only one thing a true male does.

"Mhhhmp!" The tiger's words of surprised were muffled by the huge black cock gagging him. A paw grabbed his head desperately tight, strong fingers pulling on his hair roughly. The rough treatment triggering the feline's submissive side in a way he had never experienced before, yet he loved it. He wanted more and he showed that with his tongue, lapping over that hot flesh, his rough muscle dragging over the slick hot meat.

Coach slipped off the desk, his paws gripping the feline's head keeping Royce on his cock. Then he began to thrust, not slowly or gently. No this was a mewling bitch, the guy had been rubbing loads out to the bear for months. Abusing himself to the thought of the beast bear, well the beast was loose and it was time for Royce to pay the price for waking him up. The black cock was pulled from the cat's lips, glistening with the saliva of his young student. Then it thrust back in hard, his cocktip pressing right to the back of the feline's throat. Royce struggled a little to hold back his need to cough, the bear's paws held firm and he knew he had no choice but to submit to him. Fortunately, there was nothing he wanted more than to submit.

Rolling his hips desperately the bear fucked the willing tiger's hungry maw. The stronger male using his student's muzzle for his own ends. Royce's paws tugging on his balls sent jolts of pleasure through him, he felt dizzy, his entire body desperate to empty inside the willing muzzle. He held nothing back, fucking faster and faster, breeding the tiger's muzzle with the desperation of an animal in heat, with all the tenderness and care of one as well. Until, with a roar of pure animalistic bliss, he felt his orgasm take hold of him.

Royce felt an extra powerful thrust force the cocktip right to the back of his throat. Desperate paws held him down as a new flavour and liquid flooded his maw. It gushed in thick streams, flooding far faster than he could swallow. He coughed and spluttered around the hot length, rivers of cum spilt from his muzzle and down his trembling body. His chest vibrated with a deep rumbling contented purr as he basked in the moment.

All too soon the cock was pulled from the tiger's hungry lips, slipping out with a slurping pop. A string of cum connected them together for a second, before falling away to join the mess on Royce's chest. He looked up at his coach, the bear was leaning against his desk panting heavily his face flushed with the passion of the moment. The tiger rose to his feet, wrapping fingers around his own length squeezing it and jerking.

A second later a paw grabbed his wrist and his fingers were torn away from his maleness. Royce found himself spun around, one powerful ursine arm around his stomach. He cried out as Coach's other paw grasped his cock. The tiger pushed back against the wall of the bear. With so much strength supporting him he felt safe and protected in a way he had never felt before. His purrs rumbled out louder as the heat of the moment was too much to resist. Royce knew his orgasm was only a few seconds away.

His arms reached around behind him, looping around the bear's thick muscular neck. He pushed back into the bear as he cried out lost to the pure bliss. Thick jets of feline spunk flew out across the office chair and wall. Coach squeezed down on the feline's cock, he jerked milking out a few extra drops of feline spunk.

Utterly spent Royce just held onto his teacher and lover. They both panted heavily as the heat of the moment began to fade. The room stank heavily of a heady mixture of sex and sweat. Roycee could feel the Coach's spunk drying on his chest, while his back was pressed against the warm moist wall of muscle.

Their moment was broken by the sound of a vibrating phone, "Shit, that'll be Jacky. She always sends a warning, so's I can be ready for her. Ten minutes time." The bear pushed the tiger forward and out of the embrace they had found themselves in.

"Coach... I, that was..."

The tiger never got to say what he thought that was, "stupid! Fuck, I could lose my job an my wife cause of what we just did."

"I won't tell anyone Coach. I swear!" The tiger's words came out so quickly and earnestly that the bear did not doubt them for a moment.

"I... appreciate that son. I... am right sorry that ah was so weak... ah, should have... but you just..."

It was Royce's turn to interrupt, only not with words, he stepped forward and silenced the coach, with his lips. For a moment the older bear resisted and then with a sigh he gave in to the warm pressure. Royce moaned softly as a purr erupted from his chest, his tongue slipping between the bear's lips. He moaned and trembled as he pressed his young body up against his coach. Then with a gasp, he broke the kiss, his arms had slipped around the bear to hold him possessively, "I wanted it, Coach, ah wanted you and.... Ah... ah want more!"

For a moment the bear just stood there while the tiger held onto him. Then his paws slipped around his young lover and he squeezed, "ah know, I ain't right proud of myself right now, but... if'n ya'll want some... one on one training after practice the morrow... ah will be in mah office son." The bear forced a smile onto his lips, as he looked down at his young player.

Royce couldn't help but grin, even though he could see the battle behind the bear's eyes. The battle between what his mind told him he should do and what his heart told him it needed. He hoped that the latter would win the fight. "Ah would like that, Sir!"

Coach sighed and let go of the hug, "now you had better scarper, afore my wife walks in on us." The tiger could see the shame in the bear's face as he spoke. He stepped away for a moment and then darted forward, placing another kiss on the bear's lips.

"Ah understand about your missus, if ya can't... well ah am glad ah got to do something with you Sir, afore I go off to college," Royce didn't give the bear any chance to reply dashing out the door as he finished speaking and back to the locker room. Part of him hoped that the bear would follow, but his mind told him that was unlikely. That probably the offer of one on one session wouldn't happen. The bear would spend some time with his wife and realise what a mistake he had made. Royce hoped that he was wrong.

All the tiger could think about that night was the coach, he replayed it over and over in his mind. Jerking his cock until it felt raw and painful to the touch. His stomach was a sticky, wet mess after more loads than he could count were milked from his aching nuts. He couldn't stop thinking of the taste, the feel, the sensations and that wonderful safe feeling of being held by someone so big. The tenderness in the Coach's lips and kiss. That feeling as the bear grasped him milked a load out.

Whimpering the kitty reached down to grab his sore and aching member, stroking out one last tiny load before he passed out completely and utterly spent.

The next morning Royce awoke with a groan, smacking his annoying alarm heavily. His dreams had been full of the bear, it seemed his mind would not let him ever forget that moment. Tiger morning wood was begging to be dealt with, however, Royce restrained himself. He wanted to save it for that one-on-one session Coach had offered. As he showered he wondered if the bear would go through with it. The tiger knew there was nothing he wouldn't do for another session with the bear. Of course, Coach had a wife to think of. With the moment past the bear would have time to think, no horny young studs grabbing at his crotch, or kissing his lips to distract him.

If it was to be just a one-time thing Royce would be sad, though he knew he would never regret it. He would never forget that taste of male. His first real taste, the Coach had set the bar damn high and any lovers he had in the future would need to be Olympic class to clear that high bar, maybe with the use of a pole vault. In Royce's mind, there was only one pole he wanted to vault.

School was more annoying than ever, all it seemed to do was draw out the hours. More time for Royce to wonder and more time for Coach to change his mind. Each second seemed to last a minute, the minutes hours and...well you get the picture, it was a long fucking day or thinking of fucking.

Getting changed for training was a problem, not for the first time. All those guys from his class stripping off. They may not have been his ideal type, but there were many cocks there Royce would happily suck and ride. He had always tried not to think of his teammates that way, after all, he needed them to respect him. So the last thing he should ever do is be submissive before them.

Then, just as he dropped his pants, the locker room door opened and Coach walked in. Royce couldn't help but notice the bear's eyes seemed to go right to him, then slip down lower. The bear was checking out his ass, the tiger let his tail flick playfully to accent his rear just a little. He winked at the bear and was pleased to see he wasn't the only person struggling with his feelings. There was a bulge in the Coach's shorts and it was growing bigger by the second. "Ya all finished putting on ya make-up. Get your girly asses on tha field!" The bear shouted and quickly retreated, pausing just for a second to lock eyes with Royce, giving him a slight nod.

Royce's heart soared, he was sure that was a sign. The bear wasn't having second thoughts, or maybe he was right until he saw the perfectly toned stripy ass wiggling just for him. The tiger pulled on his jock and whimpered a little as he felt his cup crushing his erection into place. The protective plastic had never felt so confining.

His head wasn't on the training and he knew he wasn't doing well. He missed a couple of easy catches with everyone watching. Through the laughter of some of his teammates, he could see the bear shaking his head, just a little. The embarrassment burned enough to finally banish his erection. Gritting his teeth Royce forced himself to focus on his training. Pushing harder to prove he was still the fastest, strongest and best player on the team.

The training ended with a short game. Royce wasn't happy to be on the losing side. One of his team seemed to be playing way worse than usual, a boar named Roger. Usually one of the quietest and shyest members of the team. A good solid player, most of the time. That game he had already missed a couple of easy tackles and as he missed a third Royce felt himself bubbling with anger. "Come on Roger, on ya feet. Ah know you ain't some fat pig, useless son of a bitch. Now show these bastards!" It wasn't exactly his best or most inspirational speech ever.

However, it certainly seemed to strike a chord with the boar, the wrong chord. Royce wasn't looking when the charge started, his first warning was a feral snarl seconds before he was hit. The tiger scrabbled against his attacker in desperation and then a helmet collided with his skull and the lights went out.

He awoke to see Roger being lifted off him by Coach. The bear was bellowing and yet he found it difficult to follow. He just lay there stunned and smiling at little as his lover protected him. Then he felt himself being pulled to his feet, he was walked over to the bench by two of his teammates. Royce heard them asking questions about what had happened, he wasn't able to answer as he really didn't know. Something told him that what was wrong with Roger had nothing to do with him. After all, he had said and done far worse to the boar over the years and he had never lost it like that.

Several of the team helped pull him to his feet and he limped over to the bench. The school nurse, a rather portly badger female, came over and looked at him. She mumbled something about him going to the hospital and the tiger practically jumped out of his skin as he said, "No! Ah'm fine. Thanks, Ma'am but I jus had the wind knocked out o me, that's all." He knew that if he was taken to the hospital his one on one training session was over before it started. Even if they could reschedule it was more time for the bear to think, more time for his wife to change his mind. It was a risk Royce couldn't countenance under any circumstances. More than that, his body wouldn't let him skip this chance, his hormones were in control and they saw a chance to spill some seed with a sexy guy, and they were going to make him take it (in whatever way the Coach was willing to give it).

Royce stood up and shook himself, the effects had worn off, he was certain. It was just a glancing blow, enough to make him see stars, but nothing more than that. "Ah'll just... go see coach. If'n he thinks ah should get mahself to the hospital then I will go."

The frumpy badger didn't seem pleased that one of her students would rather take the medical advice of a teacher over her. However, she didn't stop him. With the coach and captain gone most of the rest of the team decided that practice was over early, for a moment Royce wondered if he should yell at them to get back to it. Then he thought that if they left now, he and Coach would have extra time before the Coach's wife would expect him. That was certainly an appealing prospect to the young tiger.

While the rest of the team hit the showers, he waited outside the Coach's office. He could hear talking inside, but it was mostly quiet. Whatever was up with Roger he clearly wasn't mad at the Coach, or suicidal enough to shout at an annoyed polar bear. Time seemed to pass annoyingly slowly and yet too fast at the same time. Each minute waiting for what he hoped was still going to happen, was another minute less he would get to spend with the big bear.

His heart began to race when he heard the door handle rattle, he leapt to his feet just in time for the door to open and he found himself face to face with the sheepish looking boar.

"Royce... I... I'm sorry," the boar mumbled his cheeks flushing and tear stains down his cheeks let the tiger know the porcine had been going through something.

Looking passed the boar Royce could see the coach looking at him, it was time to prove himself the better man. "you clocked me good, next time hit the opposition like that and... well, you're good with me." Then he looked up at the coach, "Err...we were going to...some one on one coaching, you said yesterday."

Royce's heart leapt into his mouth and then as the bear smiled he knew for certain it was still on. ""Of course, why don't you come in and we can discuss some tactics for next week's game. Think on what I said Roger." Coach said and gently pushed the boar out. Royce didn't need any further invitation he almost danced his way inside. His heart beating out a staccato rhythm, as his nose picked up the heavy scent of bear musk and cigar smoke. The source of both was obvious, the hulking mass of the coach and the stogie between his fingers.

"I... wasn't sure you'd... "The words died on his lips as the bear gave him an appraising look and then took a long slow pull on his cigar. The orange tip lighting up and then smoke curled out of both his nostrils as he exhaled.

"Though about callen it off, but ah... couldn't." the bear stepped closer, his strong paws grabbing the tiger's upper arms possessively as he let his huge frame press against Royce's nubile body. He rolled the cigar around in his mouth and then pulled it out and stubbed it out in an ashtray on his desk. "Every time ah though o backing out, I thought of not being able to do this again..."

The bear's muzzle pressed forward quickly, warm plush lips pushing against Royce's own. The tiger moaned at the taste, the smokey cigar flavour mixing well, like fine bourbon and peppered steak. Both strong and flavourful, they danced on the tiger's tongue and his tongue in turned danced in the bear's maw. They moaned and gasped together, their bodies pressing and grinding. Royce could feel a thick hard bulge pressing into his stomach and he whimpered as his own cock struggled inside his cup.

Coach broke the kiss with a chuckle, "cup botherin ya?"

"Yes, Sir," whimpered the tiger, partly at the discomfort but mostly he whimpered about the kiss being broken. His appetite had only just been whetted and he wanted to feast on bear soon. However, the whimper soon turned to a gasp and then a purr, as two strong paws slipped down inside his shorts. After all that worrying about the bear changing his mind he wasn't expecting the ursine to be so eager so easily.

His shorts and jock were pulled down roughly, the strong bear showing no reluctance at all. Then suddenly a wonderful warmth surrounded his throbbing aching cock. Royce cried out so loudly he shoved his paw in his muzzle. The bear's tongue was wild as it lashed his hot meat. Looking down he couldn't believe what he was seeing, the bear with muzzle wrapped around tiger cock. The huge white head bobbing quickly, sucking gently and yet firmly. On instinct, Royce bucked his hips thrusting forward.

A brutish growl vibrated through his cock warningly as two powerful paws took a vice-like grip on his hips holding them in place. Somehow, even while on his knees with a muzzle stuffed full of drooling tiger cock the bear was still dominant and in control. The very thought was all it took to send shivers of pleasure down the young male's spine. His body went limp as he submitted himself to the bear, no more thrusting. He would let Coach take his pleasure with him in any way he so chose.

The coach was in no mood to take things slow or easy. His blood was racing through his veins, every nerve and muscle were tingling. The young male tasted as sweet as honey, his tongue lapped roughly over the sweaty meat, cleaning it rapidly. While his muzzle continued to bob, taking the tiger's impressive length as deep as he could, sucking powerfully. He couldn't help but smile as he heard the desperate wanton cries of his lover, his eyes gazed up at the perfectly toned nubile young body. It was hard to believe such a perfect young stud wanted him.

However, that last thought was lost to the ether as Royce roared out. The tiger's cock throbbed powerfully on his tongue and the bear's eyes went wide as an unexpected mouthful of spunk shot onto his tongue. The young male bucking his hips suddenly, pushing his cock deeper and shooting his second jet against the back of the coach's throat. Coach resisted the urge to cough or spit, instead, he pulled his lips from around the pulsing meat. The young man's spunk sprayed over his tanktop, soaking in with musky juices.

Royce moaned and looked down at the bear, the ursine had his spunk over his face and running down his chest. It looked very hot and yet at the same time he felt embarrassed, he had blown his load in less than a minute. " Coach... Ah... you're just..." Once more the bear didn't let him finish a stuttering excuse, the bear didn't care that the young male had cum early. Hell, he remembered his early years, when his cock had a hair trigger and anyone could trigger it far faster than he wanted them too.

What he did care about was asserting his dominance. He had been training young men for years and he knew it was important to never let the little bastards think they have the upper paw. So he rose like some great white behemoth, his lips finding Royce's and pressing firmly to them. They parted and his tongue forced its way into the feline's maw.

The tiger purred deeply, his arms going around the bear's neck as he willingly took the kiss. However, he wasn't expecting what happened next. A warm rush of fluid ran, like a sticky river, down the bear's tongue. His mouth was flooded with his own sweet and weak tasting cum. While the bear growled suddenly against him and he swallowed on instinct. Inside him, the submissive cat danced with glee as he was forced to drink his own because no true alpha would drink his bitch's seed.

A few seconds later the kiss was broken and Royce found himself gasping for air. Each lungful was filled with a mixture of the bear's musk and cigar smoke. His mind spun, with a mixture of too much oxygen and the potent stench of the alpha male he was with. "D... do ya want me ta go down on..."

White fingers pressed to his lips and the coach gave him a grin that only a predator can manage. Sharp pointy teeth that said, 'I'm happy and you really want to keep me that way'. Another thrill ran down his spine, he stopped speaking he knew he couldn't go against what his coach wanted. "Ah been thinken awful hard about that ass of yours boy. Your lips might look pretty stretched around mah cock, but that ain't what I'm lusting for."

Royce's heart jumped in his chest as those words slipped into his ears. His softening cock was back to full attention before the echo of the words had died, his tail thrashed wildly with excitement as he turned around. He remembered this feeling, the pump of adrenaline and the race of his heart the dizzy feeling of power and strength; he felt it on the field many times when the team was winning and the game was in full swing. Now he couldn't help but smile, he was winning a new game, he lifted his ass and lay his chest over the desk. Inside him a deep rumbling purr announced to everyone his pleasure and arousal.

Coach watched the tiger's ass, admiring every aspect of the young man sprawling over his desk and offering himself to his teacher. It was a delightful striped present, the bear's shorts hit the floor a moment later. He hadn't bothered with a jock, or anything underneath, he'd known what was going to happen after training. Royce was looking back at him and he couldn't help but swagger a little as he stepped forward. His cock bobbing while his paws reached out and grasped the taut rump.

The tiger gasped as he felt two powerful paws gripping his rump like they owned it. Hell it was true as far as the tiger was concerned, the Coach owned him, at least for this moment. His purring grew louder as those large paws massaged his rump, he could feel his pucker being pulled and a glance over his shoulder let him know the bear was eyeing up his target, with the look of a starving man staring at a steak dinner.

He wondered how much it would hurt, he'd practised with a few toys... nothing huge it wasn't exactly easy to get hold of a dildo and hide it from his family. However, he'd managed to get hold of a couple of modest sized ones delivered on days when his parents were out of time. Thank god for next day delivery and online shopping. Coach's maleness dwarfed those toys, more than double their length and girth. There was no way it would be a pain-free entry, and Royce knew it. His entire body tensed up preparing itself for the bear's assault.

Then he felt fingers, pulling his cheeks apart, his pucker exposed to the warm air of the office. He closed his eyes, his claws digging into the table and then, he roared out in disbelief as a warm, soft moist muscle stroked over his exposed bud. The sensations so unexpected and wonderful his claws tore grooves in the woodwork of the cheap desk. The chipboard furniture splintering easily.

The bear chuckled a little at the feline's surprise and reaction. It wasn't his first time with a male and he knew the three steps for a good night, tongue, finger and then cock (the classic, patented, TFC approach). Royce's rear tasted of sweet sweat and grime, the taste of youth and exercise. His tongue delighted in the taste, lapping over the young male's taint, letting the tiger wonder where it was going. His nose and tongue bathed in the scent and taste of a ripe young virginal ass, while his ears drank in the sounds of Royce's moans and cries, the tiger's panting breath and moans of pleasure like the beautiful rhythm of the early seventies rock music the bear loved.

Bear lips pressed to the young man's pucker and he kissed it, while his tongue pushed at the entrance. With a wriggle and a muffled squeal from the tiger, his tongue forced its way inside. The taste of young tiger, earth, sugar, honey and milk coated his hungry tongue. He growled lustfully as his tongue delved deep, eating his young prey hungrily twisting and delving deeper and deeper, his thick powerful tongue wriggling around. A taste of copper hit his tongue and Royce's entire body spasmed, the young male roared out again and his desk received more claw marks in the fake oak covering.

Royce couldn't control himself, his body was the one in charge and it was demanding more. More tongue, more licks and more bear. His nose was soaking in the scent of the older male, the cigar smoke almost none existent, next to the stench of bear sweat and musk. His cock was under the desk leaking like an old faucet, his pre dripping onto the carpet the filthy carpet (that the janitor was too lazy to clean except when the Coach demanded it). Fortunately for him and his body, the bear was giving in to his every demand.

More tongue was thrust roughly into the spasming silken tunnel, the bear moaning as he felt the tightness and knew that soon that silken vice would be gripping around his aching bearhood. It licked deeper and deeper, stroking against his prostate again and again, he could feel his balls churning and his cock begging him to touch it. Royce's orgasm was just a few strokes of his shaft away, however, his cock was neglected, locked under the desk that the tiger was clinging to for fear that if he let go he would fall.

While the tiger mewled and screamed, the bear plotted and schemed. His paws grabbing a tub of vaseline from one of his drawers. His black cock was stroked until it glistened in the electronic lights of his office. With the kitten whimpering and begging for more the bear knew that it was time to move on to the F part of Royce's preparation, quickly before the C demanded to skip the queue.

With a gasp, he pulled his tongue out of the tiger's ass, "damn boy, your ass is sweeter than honey from tha fuckin hive." The bear snarled and Royce collapsed against the desk panting heavily, far too lost in the feelings and sensations to respond in any manner other than another moan. Two white, glistening fingers, were pushed against his pucker and he cried out again as they sunk in, the bear using brute strength to force him open.

Royce bit his lip as he felt the digits intruding inside him, the pain bringing him back from the brink and yet, despite the roughness of the penetration his ass pushed back wantonly. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough. There was one thing he wanted, no more than wanted he craved it, it was his drug and he needed it more than any crack addict needed a fix. He needed his Coach's cock inside him, he needed to feel that brute of a man take him completely and without any hint of restraint.

A third finger was squeezed into his tight depths and Royce moaned again. Those fingers inside him felt so different to his toys, or even his own fingers. The pain was fading and as the bear finger fucked him roughly he started bucking back wantonly into the invading digits, trying to push them deeper.

The Coach gasped as his student began to buck back, he had thought it would take the young male longer to grow accustomed to his thick fingers. Licking his lips he guessed that the young male had more practice that his army buddy, he had been a big feline too. He loved their graceful bodies, they looked so divine, especially when sprawled out before him with their rear stuffed so full of bear cock they couldn't take another inch... of course he had made the last guy beg for that last inch.

His body was raging with its need, his cock drooling a never ending stream of pre onto his carpet. While his nose and ears told him he had a willing desperate bitch beneath him, all he had to do was take it and his balls were tingling with the need for him to do just that. He placed a large paw down on the tiger's shoulder, leaning over his student's prone form to rumble in his ear, "if'n I go too hard or too deep, just tell me ta stop an ah will." Dominant he might be as a lover, but he wanted this to be a pleasurable experience for both of them.

Royce nodded his head, gasping as fingers were pulled free of his silken depths. Just as he was feeling strangely empty he felt a thick warm mass pressing to his stretched entrance. His heart leapt into his mouth, his paws clawed at the table and his eyes squeezed shut. For a moment everything was still, the only sound was the two of them panting softly, they both savoured the moment. Then the bear thrust forward.

His eyes going wide Royce bit his lip to keep from screaming, the bear's cock was so much thicker than his fingers. Pain sprung forth in his mind, cutting through the haze of lust and arousal. Yet somehow he endured it, holding his breath as inch after thick inch was pushed inside him. When the thrusting stopped after a second the tiger panted heavily, "fuck! You are big, Sir."

A soft chuckle rumbled into his ear from the bear above him and two warm lips pushed to his feline ears. In tones as sweet and creamy as molten chocolate, the bear rumbled, "that's just a third o what ah got boy. You up for taking it all?" Coach couldn't help but delight in the shocked gasp escaping the tiger's lips, or how his rumbling purr deepened: the soft vibrations tickling his stomach as it rested on the young man's lower back.

"Yes... SIR!" Royce replied with a determined note in his voice. He was going to take every damned inch of the bear, or he was going to die in the attempt, most likely the former. To emphasize his point he pushed his hips back, he was a tough cat and he had never run from a challenge in his life. He ran towards them and a challenge as wonderful as this one was worth taking head on. Afterwards, he would hold his head up with pride knowing he had taken it all, more than that though he wanted it all. He wanted this brute of a male to take him, to breed him and fill him full of male juices.

Above him, the tiger could feel the bear's bulk pressing down onto him. The strength and warmth were wonderful, he pushed back against it willingly, everywhere the bear touched him tingled with excitement. While inside him his silken depths clenched down as he suddenly purred with mischievous glee, "assuming ya can keep it up enough, old man."

Coach paused as his ears processed those words. Royce under him, challenging his dominance, it was wonderfully infuriating. The tiger was clearly a bitch, he had shown he was the sub and yet he was willing to throw out a challenge. The bear wasn't so far lost to his lusts to not spot the challenge for what it was, a desperate plea to get more. Yet his body reacted to the physical challenge, as Royce squeezed and clenched trying to push him out, his hips pushed forward. With the slow inevitability of a glacier carving out a valley the bear's cock cared its path deeper inside the young male. Inch after inch was forced inside the younger man. "Ah think... ah can manage, don't you, ya young lil bitch?"

Royce moaned deeply as the bear cock was fed into him, he found his body giving up any pretence at resistance. His young body sagging forward while the bear above him pushed in inch after inch. The pain of the entrance had faded, the slow thrusting allowed his body to adjust to the steadily increasing girth and the length inside him. Then suddenly the ursine bucked into him, an extra inch of bear meat shoved forward in a heartbeat. A bolt of pure pleasure ran from his spine right to his mouth where it escaped in a deep and blissful cry, "yes!"

The bear felt the feline suddenly clench around him and he smiled, he marked the spot in his mind. To be sure he pulled back just an inch and then thrust forward once more. The tiger whimpered and struggled, pushing back against his large frame, trying to get more of the bear cock inside him. With his lust almost in full control, Coach continued to stuff the young football player full of his thick maleness. While he felt the young body under him wriggling weakly and yet delightfully.

Every motion and sound the young male made just drove the bear's lusts higher and higher. His body was trembling with need as he felt his hips kiss against the young male's taut buttocks his cock hilting inside Royce. For a moment they both paused panting heavily. Then the bear licked his lips once more and whispered into the tiger's ears, "mmm, if'n ya want me to stop ah can."

The tiger's eyes sprang wide open, his paws reached behind him grabbing the bear's body and holding on desperately tight. "NO! Don't!" His hips pushed back instinctively into the chuckling bear. A powerful buck of the ursine's hips calmed any fears he had. The large male was lying over him, holding him down. He was surrounded by warm, musky and sweaty bear. It was every bit the heaven he always thought it would be.

Grunting softly the Coach bucked his hips again and again. An inch or two of bear cock sliding back and ramming forward hard with each thrust. The desk creaked and groaned. With each buck of his hips, the desk shuddered and moved a half an inch. With the velvet depths of tiger gripping and pulling on his cock, he couldn't hold back any longer. Each time he pulled out it felt like the tiger's ass was pulling him back in. His thrusting grew faster and deeper, working half his shaft inside the squirming feline.

The two lost themselves in each other, no more words were spoken. However, there were loud cries of bliss echoing around the room, along with the rough smacks of bear hips and balls against tiger ass. Deep purrs and roars of pleasure growing louder and louder. The desk bumping into a wall as the thrusting grew to a fever pitch, it knocked heavily as if begging to be out from under the horny duo.

Royce whimpered his body trembling, with each thrust a bolt of pleasure ran through his body. His cock was aching and begging under him, but it was trapped away from his paws under the desk. It hung there untouched, begging and pleading for release. His balls churned with desperate pent up need, as each thrust two huge bear orbs smacked into them. Suddenly the bear shifted just a moment and he felt a paw wrapping around his aching meat. It took just one single stroke for his orgasm to be drawn from him. He roared deeply and lustfully like a tiger in the wild claiming a mate.

That roar was met with a deeper louder one from the bear above him. As the young male spurted cum onto the floor, his tight ass suddenly a vice around his cock. That was all that was needed to send the bear over the edge, roaring out with pleasure as he fucked roughly and desperately. Thick jets of ursine spunk were fucked deep inside the tiger's increasingly messy rear. He rutted with wild abandon holding nothing back, stuffing his cock into that cum filled hole again and again, with each thrust he added more of his seed to the tiger's depths.

Eventually, the bear's hips slowed to a stop, resting on top of the tiger. He could feel the feline's thick seed dripping from his cum coated fingers. The bear closed his eyes and buried his muzzle in Royce's neck. Soft snuffly loving kisses were peppered along the purring exhausted feline's shoulders. The two lay like that for a wonderful moment of after bliss, just basking in the feel of each other. Then a cruel sound bleeped out, breaking their moment.

Coach sighed and glared at his phone like it had just insulted his mother, "that'll be mah missus. Ah need tah shower."

Inside him, the tiger felt a pang of jealousy spike far deeper than he thought it would. Hanging his head he moaned softly, "ok, sir." He groaned deeply as he felt a softening bear cock pull from inside him. Royce had never felt so full and yet so empty at once, he wanted more. The tiger wanted to hold the bear, he wanted the bear to hold him all night long and never let go. "I understand."

"This... this is stupid, an risky, fer both o us." The bear grumbled as he grabbed his shower gel and a towel. "But if'n you want to do it again. I'd be willin."

"Yes, Sir!" There was not a heartbeat of hesitation by the young man. He wanted more, hell to his mind they had barely scratched the surface of his wants and desires. Although they had certainly made a good start. "Until ah go ta college."

The bear froze for a second as he realised there was a time limit on their relationship... and his affair. What hit him hardest was that the end to the affair seemed far more worrying than the risk of ending his marriage and career. "Ya'll want ta join me in the shower, could wash each other's backs?" He replied the tiger's grin and nod of a reply warmed his heart. The bear was sure somewhere down the line there would be tears, probably on all sides, however, for now, there would be soap suds and kisses and in the moment that was all that mattered.

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