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"Good work today boys. You're finally starting to shape up as a team. Now if you could only win a match I could actually be proud." A round of chuckles rose around the locker room, everyone knowing that the hulking wolf was pulling their legs giving them a post-practice pep talk. A lot of them had done well enough to earn some manner of praise by the Coach, such as a pat on their shoulder or a slap on their ass. Sure there was much room for improvement too among the dumb jocks, eyes meaningfully glancing over Makhi Lee, a clouded leopard quietly keeping to himself among the rowdy jocks around him as he often does. Staring intently directly at him with his unfazing golden-brown eyes. That guy wasn't necessarily bad or anything, but his teamwork was pretty much nonexistent. Not that he was selfish or unwilling to make plays, but he was like a ghost on the field, fading in and out of focus, avoiding almost all contact with the others and especially with the ball. Even with his private coaching the clouded leopard had barely improved over the past year since he joined the team.

Aside from him, a couple of the other players made eye contact with the towering seven feet tall black furred wolf and gave him a nod followed by a small grin, a grin the wolf responded to by furrowing his brow ever so slightly. Directly flirting with the specially coached players of his team were not exactly good for morale for the rest of the team when he was giving a their pep talk.

"Make sure you get plenty of rest, and take care of yourself. If you get fat and pudgy I'll have you make a hundred penalty laps around the college grounds." Pausing briefly for effect, "Wearing only your jockstrap. Do I make myself clear?"

"Sir, yes sir!" A loud ruckus erupted in the dressing room as each and every one of the players started to undress and get ready to hit the showers, and to lively chat with their fellow teammates about today's practice or what they're going to do afterwards.

"Hey Mark, what's up with the collar?" One of the players, a hulk of a stallion with a messy brown coat of fur named Josh Hudson, pointed to a studded black leather collar that the doberman jock had around his neck.

"How about you mind your own business, Josh." Mark Zeuler replied curtly, unbothered by the stallions inquiry.

"Ohh, touchy. Who is she?" With a shit eating grin on his equine muzzle, Josh glanced over to his buddy next to him, a golden sleek furred lion with a well kept brown mane, Zack Clark, who met his eyes and responded with his own mocking smile.

"What?" Mark asked puzzled as he finished undressing, picking up his towel. Confidently standing stark naked without a care for who sees him. Perfect eye candy for the coach.

"Who's the girl who made you her bitch?" Josh reiterated with that goofy looking grin, and fist bump with his lion pal as the doberman scoffed at them.

"Like I would tell you guys that, the both of you would probably end up begging on your knees like a couple of sluts. Let's just say, I got more action this weekend than the both of you combined for the whole year." Mark smirked and made a jerk-off motion towards his stunned teammates before his eyes glanced over at the wolf coach standing by the entrance with his arms crossed over his chest chatting with the team captain. The slight grin on Coach Henderson's muzzle told him the wolf had noticed and heard the exchange between the three jocks. The quick wink was the confirmation that the wolf had enjoyed the show and he turned to go off to the showers, a little bounce in his step, as if flaunting off that fine dobie butt to the wolf.

But still, as much as Coach Henderson would have enjoyed to eye-hump his players as they undressed before him, he did have some other business to attend to... So to say. Having watched his team run about on the field, packing muscles and all the close body contact they had... It had gotten the wolf riled up on a couple of levels. After a last couple of words with the team captain Gordon Buckley, the hunk of a bull thanked his coach with a firm pawshake.

Leaving the dressing room with a tightening sheath cradled by his jockstrap, Richard gave a snort of discomfort as his erection grew more and more with each step. As if his thoughts of release had summoned up an answer for the wolf, when he rounded a corner down a corridor, he walked straight into something big and bulky. It took him a moment to realize it was Sam Parker, the black and white furred husky jock still wore his football gear, and seemed just as surprised as the wolf was to see him.

"Parker, why weren't you in the dressing room?" Richard scowled down at the husky with his paws on his hips, intimidating Sam in seconds with great effect, making him tuck his tail between his legs.

"Coach!" Sam choked on any further words he was about to say, opening and closing his maw several times like a fish on dry land.

"Well?" Puffing his chest out, Richard perked an eyebrow as he waited for an explanation.

"S-Sorry Coach, my brother came to watch today's practice, so I stayed behind to talk with him for a while before we went to get changed." Ears folded down backwards over his head and tail shamefully hung low between his legs, Sam looked up at his coach with big puppy eyes, awaiting the inevitable scolding.

"Elliot came to watch you, and it couldn't wait until after you got changed to talk with him?" Richard recalled the husky's brother two years younger than Sam, he was slimmer than his older brother, and much shorter. It was hard to peg the two huskies as brothers in the first place even if their fur pattern and colour were similar. With Sam being tall and with broad shoulders and had an outgoing personality, Elliot was shyer and more reserved. He had only spoken with the intimidating black wolf coach on only one occasion, and even then he barely managed to say a few words without hiding behind his brother's back.

"N-No Coach, sorry sir, but you know how he is... I just-..."

Holding up a paw to stop the husky in mid-sentence, Richard glanced around the hallway, it was empty beside the two of them, the corners of his muzzle twisting into a grin as he laid eyes upon the somewhat sheltered staircase nearby.

"Keep quiet and come over here, I'll have you give me a proper apology." Practically shoving the husky in under the stairwell, Sam's mood visibly improved when he realized just what his coach was getting at. Richard positioned himself with his back against the wall, giving him a view out towards the corridor as a safeguard in case someone would approach their spot.

Without needing any further orders from the older wolf, Sam went down on his knees in front of his coach, bringing his muzzle close to the wolf's crotch. Unlike his coach, the husky didn't seem too concerned with the possibility that someone could walk up on them, instead he was focused on pulling down his coach's shorts with such enthusiasm, he barely lowered them enough to free the tenting jockstrap. The clothed pouch had an overpowering musky aroma and several damp patches from drops of pre escaping the wolf's rigid manhood.

Whining with need, Sam shoved his nose up against his coach's package, inhaling his exhilarating scent. With just a little bit of fumbling with his paws, it didn't take long for the husky to fish out the towering fuckpole from the straining jockstrap. With the throbbing piece of wolf meat presented in front of him, reeking of musk and with a droplet of pre pearling at its tapered tip, Sam instantly felt himself drooling at the sight and leaned in to give the length a lick from its knotted base to the pointed tip where he'd lap up the pre like an eager puppy.

With a paw around the wolf's knot squeezing it, and his other paw gently fondling the swelling jockstrap which still held the coach's churning ballsack within, Sam parted his lips and directed the lupine cock into his hungry maw. Inch after inch of his coach's manhood disappeared within the husky's muzzle, bringing satisfied grunt from the wolf in question. Putting a paw on Sam's head, Richard leaned back to enjoy the jock giving him a real proper apology by servicing him. "A much better use of his muzzle than yapping on about his brother." He thought.

Savoring the mind blowing blowjob from Sam, Richard perked his ears up as he noticed movement in the corner of his eye. Alarmed for a second that they would be caught, before he had the chance to do anything about it, one of the least expected people he had been worried about would catch him came walking around the corner.

James Olsen came strolling into view, his eyes glued to his phone tapping away at it with his thumbs, seemingly fully engrossed with whatever he was doing on it. At first Richard thought they were in the clear as the yellow lab casually walked past their hiding place without casting as much as a glance their way. Then he suddenly stopped, lifting his head looking up from his phone to stare at the ceiling lost in thought.

Richard scowled to himself. That lab certainly had a knack for showing up in the middle of a blowjob, like the other day in his office with Zeuler hiding under the desk. And it wasn't the first time he'd done it either, he could recount other times the lab had almost caught the coach in the act of shoving his cock down the doberman's throat. A thought struck him, on several such occasions the lab had inquired about Mark's whereabouts... That couldn't be a coincidence.

He stiffled a groan as Sam suddenly deepthroated him, his girthy cock slid down the jockslut's tight throat with well-practiced ease. Seemingly out of imminent danger Richard let out a small sigh of relief as the yellow lab looked back at his phone, only to turn around and walk back the way he came. This time he saw them though, hiding within the looming shadow under the stairs. A towering black wolf who would have almost blended in the darkness, and a bushy black and white tail wagging earnestly behind a jock in full gear. At first he quickly looked away and sped up his walking to get away from what he thought he saw, but then he stopped again. Turning ever so slowly he'd look straight into the hunky wolf coach's piercing eyes, staring right back at him.

For a full minute the two of them simply stared at each other, a queer silence fell over the hallway despite Sam's eagerly made muffled suckling noises as he sucked on his coach's length. Slowly James' eyes fell down upon on Sam with his muzzle pushed up against the wolf's crotch, bobbing back and forth with obvious eagerness. After taking in the full scene the yellow lab seemed as he was about to run away from the bizarre sight, but his legs wouldn't budge he looked back up at the wolf coach's stern face as if he wanted to tell him off. But nothing came out of his gaping mouth. The longer the lab stared, the more intense the husky's blowjob seemed to become, and the bigger the grin spread over the wolf's grizzled muzzle. Maybe there was a way to persuade this jock to keep what he's witnessing a secret.

Keeping eye contact with the yellow lab, Richard gave James a nod and used his free paw to point in the direction of his office, while at the same time mouthing the word 'Office' to him. After another minute or two of James watching Richard and the kneeling husky, the lab nodded and with his tail tucked between his legs he walked off in the direction the wolf had directed him, putting his phone down in his pocket.

Returning his attention to the jockslut servicing him, Richard put both his paws on the back of his head and thrust forward. His entire length went inside the husky's maw and a fair bit of it slid down his throat once more until his knot is pushed up against his lips. With a low growl Richard ramped up his thrusting and effortlessly skullfucked the husky, his swelling jockstrap that contained his balls smashed against the jock's chin. Sam helped him tremendously by giving his knot repeating squeezes with his paw to mimic the sensation of tying with a bitch, and with the extra stimulation Richard would soon reach his extremely pent up orgasm. Huffing and grunting echoed under the stairs, mixing with glucking sounds as the eager husky drank down every last drop of his coach's seed that the wolf pumped down his maw. An overwhelming amount of wolf cum hosed down Sam's gullet, the cum thirsty jockslut didn't even have to swallow, instead he relaxed his throat muscles to let the middle-aged wolf easily deposit all of his semen into his belly.

For a full minute Richard let his pulsing balls unload into the kneeling stud, knowing that by the time he was done Sam would be so full, his usually flat and toned stomach would bulge outwards. Before his nuts ran completely dry however, he pulled back and let the last strands of his sticky cum land over Sam's tongue as a treat for the jockslut before he removed himself entirely from the husky's maw.

"Good work today Parker, apology accepted, now get your tail in the showers you big slut." Stuffing his still erect dick back into his jockstrap and pulling up his shorts, Richard left the husky jockslut kneeling on the floor, rubbing a paw over his bloated belly like one would after finishing a meal, slowly gathering his strength to stand again after having his coach use him like the cum-whore he is.

Walking off in the direction he sent James earlier, with the image of his virile load sloshing around inside the young husky jock as he entered the showers with the other studs. The thought alone got him rock hard and ready for round two. Thoughts drifted from the husky he had just used to blow off some steam, to the yellow labrador jock who had seen them. Something told him he wouldn't need to worry about the lab running off or exposing what he just saw, no, instead he felt completely calm about it, if not a tad mischievous, despite his age.

As he had expected when he rounded the corner to the hallway where his office was located, he saw the yellow lab leaning against the wall next to the door to the coach's office. James' floppy ears perked as he heard footsteps, looking up to see the football coach approach, his eyes trailed down the wolf's masculine body and stopped at his groin as if he expected the husky to still be there. When he noticed the coach was still rock hard he hastily looked down at his own shoes. No doubt the jock had a million questions swirling around inside his head, but the pup refrained from saying anything as the coach unlocked the door and stepped courteously to the side.

"Please, come into my office Olson. You and I are going to have a little chat." He gave the young lab a reassuring smile, motioning with his arm for the jock to enter. As the seconds dragged on between the two of them, James finally relented and stepped inside. Walking in after the labrador and closing the door behind him, Richard gave the unsure looking jock a careful examination. Roughly around six feet tall he estimated, the yellow lab had a good athletic build but unlike his own broad shouldered, muscle bulging studly jocks in his team, this guy were slimmer than them. Not that he was lacking any muscles, as far as Richard could see anyway, he just didn't come across as imposing as the others.

"Have a seat Olsen, let us talk for a bit." Pointing to the couch nestled up against the wall, Henderson grabbed one of the two chairs in front of his desk to turn it around and pulled it up behind him so he could sit down face to face at a respectable distance to the yellow lab hesitantly taking a seat in the couch. Tail tucked into his lap.

"Now then... Tell me, why did you come here?" Watching the lab stare back at him with a confused expression on his face.

"I-... because you asked me to... sir?" James asked bewildered, suddenly unsure of himself. Should he not have come here?

"You just saw me getting a blowjob from one of my players, and while your first thought was to run away, you could have exposed me, yet you stayed." Richard leaned forward in the chair, resting his elbows on his knees. "You had plenty of time to run even after that but instead you waited for me."

"W-W-Well I-..." Stuttering trying to give a reply, James slowly becoming aware of the coach's alluring scent. Come to think of it, he recognized this musky scent from before. The other day when he was returning the keys, there had been a faint smell just like this one that was currently assaulting his sensitive nose.

"I also couldn't help but notice that you took your sweet time ogling the two of us back there. A thought crossed my mind... that maybe you liked what you saw?" Testing the waters, Richard felt a subtle grin tug at the corner of his mouth when the lab's floppy ears flared up in an intense pink as he blushed and went to full lengths to avoid eye contact with him.

"I-... don't-... You, and him... " Flustered, James looked back up at the black wolf looming in his chair in front of him, a flurry of emotions raged inside him. He knew he should be disgusted at the act he witnessed, be mad at the coach seemingly mocking him. At first he just wanted to ignore the whole thing ever happened, but his mind kept returning to the scene. One of the football jocks, one of Mark Zeuler's teammates, blowing their coach.

And that musky scent...

'Shit.'

Looking away in all haste once more, the blush returned at full force and the yellow lab tried his best to cover up his growing erection with his tail in his lap. But it was too late.

"Hehe, well at least there's one part of you who knows what it wants. So you like guys, eh?" Patiently waiting for the jock to give his nod of affirmation, Richard's muzzle burst into a cunning grin once James gave a most subtle nod.

"Let me ask you something Olsen," Richard stood up from the chair and pulled his phone out of his pocket and took a seat next to the aroused and confused Labrador. "What's your relationship with Mark Zeuler?"

"W-What? With Mark?" James shifted in his seat, making room for the wolf, he'd only get a half glance from him as Coach Henderson seemed suddenly preoccupied with his phone.

"You came in here the other day asking about his whereabouts. Did you ever find him?"

"No-... I didn't, he vanished right after his practice. Didn't even bother to show up to mine afterwards..." Dropping his ears slightly, James rolled his thumbs as he thought about where their relationship stood.

"We're just friends... Sir," James admitted, hiding his true feelings for his best friend. "Since we were ten or so." Watching the rugged wolf tap away at his phone like he wasn't focused on currently interrogating him, James started feeling... strange. Heat rushes through his body down his chest and towards his groin. The tent in his jeans strained fiercely, and his heart beat increased, faster and faster, and drummed louder and louder in his ears until it was all he heard.

"Just friends eh? Well I have a couple of pictures here that I think you might want to look at, since you're just friends and all. I have this feeling that maybe you can get him to do you some favors, or vice versa. Or maybe..." Richard stuck his phone in front of the Olsen's nose and slung an arm over his shoulder and leaned against his side. "Or maybe you will simply be happy to find out that the two of you share something really in common interest." With his strong arm holding the jock's shoulders, Richard gleefully watched the labradors reaction to a picture he snapped of the dobie last weekend.

Olsen instantly recognized the Doberman's face in the photo, but he wasn't sure if his eyes deceived him. "Is that... Mark? And he's... Holy shit..." Unable to look away, James Olsen was entranced by the picture of his childhood friend with his nose pushed into a massive bulge and his tongue lapping away at it while looking directly into the phones camera.

"Go on, swipe to the next picture when you're ready." Watching the jock follow his word, the next image showed Mark gulping down on the wolf's massive cock. Fuck, that dobie stud was really sexy when he is sucking his cock. James exhaled deeply as he subconsciously moved a paw to squeeze the bulge in his jeans.

"Yeah he's a natural cocksucker that Zeuler, that jockslut even managed to take my knot, see?" Richard helped the lab swipe, the next picture had a clear view of the dobie with his nose pressed up against a black furry groin, eyes rolled back into his skull and dribbles of cum leaking out around his lips. Remembering how good that warm and wet muzzle felt around his shaft, Richard felt his aching cock twitch in his sopping jockstrap.

"Maybe you'd prefer the real thing Olsen?" Pulling down on the elastic band holding his shorts in place, coach Henderson fully revealed his bulging jockstrap reeking with his overpowering musk. It took a second for the lab to tear his eyes off the phone in his paw, only to be mesmerized by the massive bulge presented to him by the middle-aged wolf.

"Go ahead and touch it Olsen, we both know you want to. It'll be just between the two of us, and Zeuler if you're so inclined." Under the coach's watchful eye, James hesitated for just a moment. The dampened inner voice that told him that this was wrong drowned out in the mind-hazing musk, breaking down his senses until the need to get his paw on that throbbing beast hidden inside Coach Henderson's straining jockstrap overcame him.

James reached out and placed his paw on the damp jockstrap. He immediately felt an immense heat rush through the palm of his paw, up his arm and wash all through his body. There was no turning back now. Rubbing his paw back and forth over the cum stained pouch it'd feel less and less strange for the lab to have his hand over the bulging jockstrap that belonged to his best friend's coach, in fact, he wanted more of it. Looking back at the picture of the dobie suckling on that monstrous shaft, feeling a twinge of jealousy, he swallowed hard and look up at the wolf squeezing his arm, holding him close to his body with his arm over his shoulder.

"Uh, sir?" Olsen felt his ears heat up with blood rushing through them as the older wolf looked down at him with a fang-baring grin on his maw. "Can I-... Can I suck your cock?"

"Nothing would please me more, Olsen." Triumphantly watching over the jock rubbing his clothed pouch, the lab swallowed the lump in his throat again and with quivering paws, moved the jockstrap out of the way. A small gasp escaped his mouth as the coach's footlong piece of wolf cock sprung up from its clothed prison, standing tall as a tree. And just about as thick as one too. The coach could hear the jock mutter "Holy shit" under his breath as he reached out with his paw and barely managed to reach around it as he wrapped his fingers around the thick piece of man meat. Giving the pulsing cock a couple of testing strokes, the jock bent in over the coach's lap and gave his tapered cocktip a lick, tasting residue cum mixed with drops of fresh pre.

"You can take it slow if it's too much for you to start wiiithhh oooh fuuck Olsen!" Richard was caught off-guard, surprised with the yellow lab as he took several inches into his maw. He had assumed the jock would need time to get used to his immense size. Boy was he pleasantly amazed when the yellow labrador's muzzle took over half of his cock into his maw and relaxed the back of his throat once his cocktip poked against it, further inserting more wolf cock into his maw until his lips connected with his fully inflated knot at the base.

"Mmhhm, so you have done this before huh? Colour me surprised Olsen, you little cockslut." Ruffling the fur atop the lab's head, Richard leaned his head back and enjoyed the second blowjob in short succession. Olsen really baffled him by treating him to a most delightful blowjob that could put some of his other jocksluts to shame, a blowjob he gladly rewarded by giving him encouraging pats on his head and spurts of precum shot into his maw. Both of which shown appreciation in James hungry swallowing and by the wagging of his tail. The lab had never tasted any cum so rich in flavor, appeasing to his growing need for more of the old wolf's cock and essence.

James felt a shiver run down his spine as a paw suddenly wrapped around his tailbase, and a couple of fingers pushed against his clothed ass, straining his jeans just where his tailhole was located.

"Have you had your cherry popped too, slut? Maybe Zeuler or a teammate of yours had you bent over in the showers like the faggot you really are and screwed you in the ass?" Still applying pressure on the jock's tailhole through his jeans, making Olsen squirm as he slowly pulled off his cock gasped for air. Panting and shivering as the football coach kept teasing his ass.

"N-No sir, I've n-never done anything with Mark. I ju-just sucked off a couple of guys... Ohhh!" A moan of surprise escaped the jock's pre slimed mouth, as the big wolf gave one of his asscheeks a firm squeeze.

"Really? Just did the guys a couple of favors huh? Still you didn't give up your ass." Henderson gave the yellow lab's ass another meaningful squeeze, making him moan on his cock. "Waiting for the right guy to fuck your brains out? A Doberman perhaps? Take a look at the next picture."

Still with the phone in the paw that was currently not wrapped around the wolf's cock, James glanced over to it and swiped next with his thumb. A picture with a clear view of a caramel furred ass pushing down on that same knotted cock, an amazing feat in the lab's eyes. That cock was neither short nor slim, yet that well rounded bubble butt had that much too big-looking knot nestled up against its stretched rim. "See, doesn't that look good? Zeuler certainly enjoys it, hell I can barely get him off my dick once he starts bouncing his ass on it like a horny sorority girl."

Hesitating for a moment, thinking about what the coach said and if was true. He had never dared to try anal sex before, it was just so different than giving a guy a quick blowjob for a couple of bucks. Still, looking at the picture, if Mark could take that thing and still be able to walk afterwards, then maybe it wasn't so bad... and something about the wolf made him feel like he belonged, Henderson really wanted him, and it was like a feeling grew in him that all he needed was this man's cock inside him. James looked down at the wolf's cock, tentatively giving it a lick before looking back up at the coach. "Could-... Could you fuck me, sir?"

Answering with a grin, Henderson delivered a slap on the jock's firm ass. "Thought you'd never ask ya faggot. Get undressed for me and I'll grab the lube." Rising up from the couch, Richard chucked off his shorts in one fluid moment as he got up on his feet, walking over to his desk as the lab started to quietly undress behind him. Pulling his t-shirt over his head and unbuttoning his jeans to pull them down.

After fetching the bottle of lube from his desk drawer, Richard finally got a proper look of James Olsen's almost entirely nude body. Blushing intensely from having the wolf coach ogling his body. Still with his tight fitting blue briefs on, pitching a very noticeable tent with his erection making a wet patch on his underwear. The yellow lab was, as expected, nicely muscular and fit, showing how well he maintained his taut body for the rugby team. Flat, toned stomach, and muscular thick thighs. His fur looked smooth and well groomed too, in Henderson's eye this jock was really handsome. Claiming his virginity now was going to be all the sweeter.

"Drop the briefs Olsen." He ordered sternly.

"Y-Yes sir." With a lustful hunger in his eyes, Richard drank in the sight of the handsome lab shyly stumbling to remove his last bit of clothing.

Now fully naked in all his glory, James slowly started wagging his tail the more the towering wolf eyed his naked body up and down, his eyes lingering on his erect, pink, canine shaft and his duo of furry orbs hanging low underneath. Despite being a fit, well trained jock on the rugby team, the lab managed to look smaller than he was when his floppy ears folded back over his head under those sharp eyes licking his naked form.

"Mrrm... Looking fine Olsen. Now let's see the rest of the goods..." Closing in on the jock Richard grabbed his shoulders and spun him around to face the couch and pushed him forward until he was down on his knees on it, facing the wall and with his shapely ass sticking out on full display for the wolf, tail flagged high and moved to the side to reveal a cute, pink little tailhole between his furry mounds.

"Damn nice ass you got there, and it's all mine." Putting the lube bottle on the floor for now, Richard seized the jock's presented ass and went down on his knees on the couch behind him, one knee on each side of the lab, and pushing his nose in under his flagged tail.

"S-So hot..." James moaned as the wolf stuck his tongue out and gave his virgin tailhole a long lick. Richard savored his time lapping at the shuddering jock's hole, enjoying his particular light musky taste. Unlike his own team of jocksluts, who all reeked of masculinity and a fuller musky sweat, Olsen on the other hand had a milder air of musk about him, bringing out the wolf's more tender side. The lab gasped when he felt a sudden intrusion of the wolf's tongue pushing past his quivering rim, penetrating his tailhole for the first time with something else besides his own fingers.

The next couple of minutes Henderson put in extra effort to prepare, relax and treat the young jock with good care. As much as he'd like to ravage him right then and there, a boy's first time should be a memorable one. Make him see the good sides of receiving anal. A little gift for a certain Doberman in training.

Pulling back from Olsen's furry mounds, he'd reach below and gently roll his low hanging orbs, appreciating their fullness while looking at that pink tailstar slowly closing again. Picking up the lube bottle again, he'd let it dribble over his fingers before putting the bottle down again and bringing his fingers up to that quivering hole, slowly pushing past his relaxed defences. With minimal resistance, he would could push his lubed finger inside to the knuckle on the first go and probed the lab's prostate, earning a audible gasp from the kneeling jock. Adding a second finger, and then a third, he soon had the jock lightly panting and bouncing on his fingers working his tailhole, lubing him up and pre-stretching him for his massive slab of wolf meat. With the last bit of lube still on his fingers, Richard gave his shaft a couple of strokes, still covered in saliva from the lab's earlier blowjob.

"Alright Olsen, I've done all I can to prepare you, now let daddy show you how it's done. Get off the couch." Giving the jock's ass a light slap, he stands up as the yellow lab stands up in front of him, a slight dreamy look on his face and a raging erection dripping with pre. Richard lay on the couch after Olsen got up from it, resting his head on the armrest for support.

"Since it's your first time, I'll let you go at your own pace pup. Straddle my hips and bring that cute ass over my dick." Putting one of his paws behind his neck for additional support, exposing the musky armpit, Richard patted his groin above his red rocket standing tall.

James hesitated briefly before that musk induced air around the wolf made him take that first step forward towards him, steadily climbing up on top of that massive wolf dwarfing the couch beneath him. A small gasp escaping him as he felt a big slab of slick meat pushing up beneath his tail, cradled between his yellow furred buns.

Blushing so intently his floppy ear almost glowed red as blood rushed through them as he pushed his ass back against the rigid shaft behind him, his own shaft dripping precum onto the muscled coach below him. Pushing back further, he'd clench his teeth as he felt the wolf's tapered tip poke at his lubed up, slightly gaping tailstar.

"That's it, now take it slowly Olsen." Directing the jock straddling his hips, he'd huff as he felt his pointed tip slowly but surely pushed into that slick tailhole. All air in James' lungs expelled as that rigid rod pushed further, and further deeper inside him, a mixture of pain and pleasure shot like lightning under his tail, making his tail shiver as a reaction. Until finally, after what felt like an eternity James could feel a wall of flesh push against his previously virgin rim. The wolf's knot resting under his tail, his insides constricting and gripping that magnificent rod spreading him wider than he ever could believe.

"Fffuuuck, such a tight pup!" Reining in every muscle in his body, every fiber of his being telling him to buck up and claim his bitch, Richard let the young jock get used to feeling his pulsing cock spearing his ass. In Henderson's opinion, little else measured up to the feeling of claiming a younger male's anal virginity. Especially a handsome, muscled jock that could be broken into a willing bitch that could easily take a rough fucking.

James remained seated on that piece of man meat spreading his ass, slowly gyrating his hips as he awed at the stirring feeling it granted him inside. A sudden jolt of pleasure shot through his spine and he moaned out loud like a wanton whore. Out of instinct the yellow labrador would flex his leg muscles and rise up slowly, feeling achingly empty as Henderson's shaft left his tailhole gaping. "That's it... Rise slowly aand sit back down. Ooh yeahhh..." Baring his fangs in a slight snarl, a lewd squelch was heard as the lab jock impaled his lubed up ass onto the coach's equally lubricated dick. This time he didn't wait as long before he rose up slowly once more, and just as slowly sat back down.

Minutes passed, almost feeling like they turned into an hour as the former virgin jock took his time to slowly rise up and pushed back down onto the large, girthy wolf cock. His jaw hanging open as he panted heavily, flat tongue hanging out and dripping drool onto the wolf he was steadying himself on with his outstretched arms. Paws pushing and gripping tightly onto those bulging pecs, James soon found himself whining like a bitch in heat, wanting more. That burning sensation under his tail was long gone, and the manhood spearing his ass seemed to twitch in delight to be inside him. He needed it, he needed to feel that rock hard cock do more than massage his insides gently.

"S-Sir, I-I need-..." Gasping out a moan, James was surprised by a sudden, deep impalement as the wolf under him bucked upwards with his hips.

"Hnf! Sorry pup, your ass feels too good. I can't hold back much longer unless you start riding it like you mean it." Straining his muscles, Richard let out a content exhale as the jock caught on quick. Rising up slightly faster, he'd sink back down at roughly the same pace. Slowly but surely, James started to rise up faster and faster, and sit back down just as fast. It didn't take long before that jock who had just lost his virginity, was riding the wolf almost as good as any other routined jockslut.

"You love that dick, don't ya Olsen?" Richard grinned up at the jock riding his cock with a lust hazed expression on his face.

"Unnnhh, unnhhh, yess, yess sir, ahhh, yooou're soo biiiig." Moaning and panting, James barely managed his reply, still fervently riding the coach's cock.

Before he knew it, James got that same jolting sensation as the wolf's cock pushed against what he suspected was his prostate. Rising and falling only a couple of inches at the time, the lab battered his own pleasure spot by himself again and again. His cock twitching and pulsating, getting close to that sweet, sweet relief-...

"Fuuuuck here I blow pup!" True to his word, the next second the wolf's balls would quiver, pulling up close to his scrotum and his second load that day started to ejaculate into the body of a young jock. This time filling up a freshly claimed virgin ass, his load rushing deep inside the young male's body, while also spilling out around his knot that still rested against that heated rim.

James had no words to the feeling of getting filled by rushing waves of sticky wolf spunk making its way deep into his bowels and splashing out around his ass. But his body had the perfect reaction. His neglected cock twitched, spazzed and in a loud slutty bark his own furry nuts would tighten, his load shooting out in long ropes over the black furred chest underneath him. Riding out both his and the coach's orgasm still pumping under his tail, his rising and sinking would slowly ebb out until he remained seated on the wolf's knotted shaft. Last spurts of cum shooting into him, causing him to moan at the new filled feeling. Never before has he been this full, never felt so complete.

"Hnnff... I trust you'll keep what you saw a secret. Let me give you a few pointers you can use on your friend, Mark Zeuler." Grinning up at the panting yellow labrador with his cock impaled under his tail, the middle-aged wolf looked forward to what would happen between the two just friends.