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Chapter Seven - Cumming To An Agreement

Coach Collins sat behind his desk, following his standard routine of finishing up some paperwork before the weekend rolled around. The stocky rottweiler's right paw trembled as he did his best to write neatly, biting his lower lip with a lustful growl of approval. His index finger on his left paw tapped on the table as he tried not to concentrate on the jock between his legs under the crawl space in his desk nursing his cock.

His left paw crushed a piece of paper as he felt the tongue lash over the slit at the tapered end of his shaft, his body lurching as he slammed his fists into the desk. His breathing grew ragged, almost staccato in sound as he shot precum over that skilled tongue that was teasing him on, coaxing his balls to produce more of that salty, yet sweet treat churning inside those fat orbs.

Reaching out with one of his footpaws, his sole bumped against the throbbing erection of the jock and massaged over it, letting the jock's precum smear into the soft pads. There was a surprised choke and sputter as the jock was caught off-guard by the action, the reaction ended up causing him to hit the back of his head against the desk before the tip jabbed him in the throat.

Coach Collins pushed back in his seat, withdrawing his cock from the talented lips with a wet 'glk' as he rubbed the back of the cockslut who had been keeping him on edge for the past thirty minutes. The slut in question was none other than Marcos Hogarth, a handsome hyena with brown spots that covered his bulky body and one of the defensive backs on the football team. The strong safety knelt between his coach's massive black and tan colored legs, his mass seemed to fill whatever space was available in the cramped area, his broad shoulders touched either side of the desk's drawers and his fohawk haircut was flattened by the underside. With little room to spare, the hyena remained still as his irresistible coach looked down at his grey colored muzzle, a thin string of pre and spit connected from his lips to his cockhead.

"Somethin' the matter Coach?" Hogarth asked cutely, a twinkle his eyes as he reached up and stroked the fat juicy bone with his paw, his tongue licked over his lips seductively as he rubbed a thumb over the sensitive tip.

"Yeah," Collins growled gruffly and grabbed the nape of the jock's head. He shoved Hogarth down to the root of his cock, the knot kissed the hyena's lips as there was a brief struggle. "I haven't cum in over four hours and my balls are swollen."

While most of what came out of Hogarth's muzzle was cheeky, the jock couldn't say much of anything when there was a hunk of meat pistoning out of his stretched throat. Not even the sound of a whimper could be heard as soft wet 'glks' escaped his lips, the noise was music to Coach Collins's floppy ears. The jock remained still, jaw slack as he took every inch the coach skullfucked into his face, the raging erection he'd been nursing pulsed in his throat.

Coach Collins grunted with approval as he fucked the football player, feeling the hyena exhale violently through his nose on his pushed back sheath as his swollen knot ached to tie something fierce. His paws clutched both sides of the hyena's face, ramming his cock in and out of the drooling maw, feeling the excess saliva dribble down on his balls that remained pressed tight to the jock's chin. Coach felt his orgasm quickly approaching, his eyelids drooped as he felt Hogarth reach up with a paw, wrapping it around the fat bulb of flesh to stimulate a tie.

The following seconds went by too fast to properly describe the series of events that occurred. After Hogarth squeezed the knot, Coach Collins felt his balls seize up to his perineum and the surge of his pent-up load travel up his urethra. Just before it ejaculated into the thirsty maw waiting for it, there was a quick rap on the office door. Both males reacted instantaneously to the unexpected sound. Coach Collins lurched in his seat as his paw held Hogarth's head down to swallow the impending explosion. The hyena also jumped in his position, but since his bulky body didn't have anywhere to go, he ended up choking just as the initial spurt of thick rottie spunk hit his uluva, followed by a rapid follow up that filled his muzzle.

Coach Collins felt warm fluid plaster his groin, huffing as the door knob turned and swung open. The Rottweiler couldn't do anything but remain sitting on his thick rump as he unloaded several more volleys of pent-up spunk into the spasming throat of the hyena. Standing in the doorway was a donkey Coach Collins had only seen in passing late in the evenings, and behind him was Coach Williams frantically trying to sway the older male from entering the office.

As much as he wanted to shudder and bask in the afterglow of busting his afternoon nut, Coach Collins quickly composed himself, grateful he had kept his polo on.

Coach Williams was the first to speak, the middle-aged puma bowing his head apologetically as if he had done something incredibly wrong. "Coach Collins! I'm so sorry! I tried to help this gentleman but he insisted on seeing you, and so I tried to stop him, and--"

"That's quite enough Williams," Coach Collins waved his hand, leaning forward in his seat which creaked under him as his climax ebbed and Hogarth pulled off his shaft. He could only imagine how the hyena looked underneath his desk, trying to silently catch his breath. The rottweiler pressed his fingertips together and rested on his elbows. "How may I assist you today... mister...?" his voice trailed for the donkey to introduce himself.

The donkey was an average sized equine, his shaggy fur was brown, his mane matched with color aside from the gray that was beginning to show. His muzzle was a lighter tan and even had some white-haired stubble on his chin. His outfit was somewhat drab, a short-sleeved gray button-up with a darker gray pair of slacks. The patch over his breast pocket read "Hayes". It was very obvious to Coach Collins that he had to be the evening janitor.

"Hayes," the mule introduced himself. "Hank Hayes, Mr. Coach Collins."

"Coach or Mr. Collins please," the Rottweiler nodded as he lifted his sweaty ass off his chair slightly to extend a paw in a friendly gesture and shook the donkey's hand as Hogarth's throat contracted around his cock that pushed in deeper. He sat back in his chair, excusing Coach Williams from the room, and resumed his previous position with his fingers pressed together as he felt Hogarth's tongue begin to lick his cock clean, which only seemed to invigorate the Rottweiler's hyperactive sex drive. He did his best to not show any signs of discomfort as Hayes sat down in one of the two chairs in front of his desk. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit today Mr. Hayes?"

Despite the coach's best attempts to remain calm, the donkey showed little constraint in his nerves as his eyes darted side to side as if trying to spot the source of the heavy musk that was assaulting his keen smelling. Giving up his futile search, the donkey finally spoke, his sentences broken up as if he struggled to find the proper way to say something.

"Well Mr. Coach, it's not gonna be easy for me to say. So I'm just gonna be straightforward and be completely blunt. But other night ago as I was making the rounds and since the football season just started, the cleaning crew and I, we haven't been down here as often as we probably should. So there I was, walked into the closet down the hallway to the locker room and... well, I slipped on something."

Coach Collins raised an eyebrow. He wasn't sure where the donkey was going with his story, but he tried to listen as he felt Hogarth's lips pull back and angle his rigid cock as the hyena began to suckle on the sensitive tip. His right leg bounced as Mr. Hayes continued.

"There was a mess on the ground. And I'm not talking like... trash or nuffin'. No sir, this was a puddle the size of Lake Superior! There probably wasn't a spot of dry ground in the closet. Now I'm not saying you're responsible for it, but these are your players, so I'm thinkin' you could probably say something. As you know having sex on school property is strictly prohibited." There was something about the way the Mr. Hayes said that and the curious expression on his long face gave Collins the impression the donkey had more than a few suspicions.

'If only he knew what was going on in front of him right now,' Coach Collins thought before he opened his mouth to speak, feeling Hogarth's muzzle mouth down the side of his shaft.

"S-sex?" Coach Collins's voice got caught in his throat when he felt the hyena's tongue tease past his knot and slipped inside his musky sheath, cleaning the innermost areas of his nether region. His footpaw stomped on the ground, the soft pads ground into the smooth floor as he struggled to retain composure.

If the donkey noticed the Coach's sudden spasm attack, he didn't give it any acknowledgment but simply nodded with a bemused smile as he leaned an elbow on an armrest, his chin resting on a closed fist. "Yes, Mr. Coach, sex. I believe your players are engaging in sexual activities on school grounds and if we don't plug this up, it could have some serious ramifications."

Coach Collins's eyelids fluttered as he tried not to let his tongue loll out of his muzzle and start panting as his cock flexed and shot precum across the hyena's cheek. One of his paws quickly gripped the side of his desk, clutching it tightly as the other shot down behind his desk where Hayes couldn't see. He grabbed Hogarth by the scruff of his neck, trying to pry him off his dick. Something the Rottweiler never did.

"You okay there Mr. Coach?" Mr. Hayes asked, an eyebrow cocked as he observed the football coach's spasmodic behavior. He almost sat up off his chair as if to investigate.

"Y-yes yes, I'm fine," Collins exhaled sharply as he felt the hyena's tongue withdraw from his sheath and return to softly lapping around his drippy dog meat. "Engage in sexual activities, plug it up... serious ramifications." He repeated what he remembered from what the donkey said.

"If you're not careful, I may be forced to report these extracurricular activities and the board of directors might be forced to investigate."

The Rottweiler's ears perked up at the janitor's words and the paw on the back of hyena's head pushed him down into his crotch beneath his balls. There was the faintest sound of a groan as the jock was forced to inhale his heavy musk. But something also made him wonder why Mr. Hayes hadn't already reported the misdemeanor to the athletics director. Not that the donkey would have had much luck there, Coach Collins knew Mr. Armstrong quite well and which jocks the older ram preferred.

"There's no need to do that, Mr. Hayes," Coach Collins released his iron grip on the desk and upturned his paw in an open gesture. "Boys will be boys. When you were their age, surely you must have..." the Rottweiler paused for a brief moment as he felt a wet appendage tease his fat sweaty taint. He exhaled and finished his sentence. "Experimented."

Mr. Hayes's expression half-smirked at the Rottweiler's suggestion. His body had already begun to react to the heavy scent of musk and testosterone in the office and locker room, but when he recalled the fond memories of messing around with his friends long forgotten all those years ago, it was hard to remain composed. The shaft snaked down his trouser leg, sticking out like a sore thumb.

Coach Collins could all but taste the donkey's arousal, there was no hiding it from a canine's keen sense of smell. Suddenly the Rottweiler understood why the donkey was here.

"Tell me, Mr. Hayes, do you ever wish you could go back? To feel a tight, hot ass around your dick?" The Rottweiler asked casually as he leaned back and stroked the back of Hogarth's head, knowing he was in safe company as his cock throbbed harder as he thought about fucking the hyena over his desk with the janitor. "Cause I'll be upfront with you, man-to-man in the privacy of my office, I know I do. "

Mr. Hayes gave a curt nod of his head and followed the Rottweiler's example in his chair, stroking his chin and eyed Coach Collins's firm muscle gut under that black polo. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you've already started drafting a mutually beneficial agreement for silence."

Coach Collins grinned, his jowls lifting to show off his teeth. He was beginning to like this equine's way of thinking. He pulled Hogarth upward by the back of his head with a wet slurp and pulled the hyena off the red rocket between his legs. He pushed his chair back and yanked the hyena up from under his desk. With dried cum plastered on his muzzle from the messy blowjob from just a few minutes before, the hyena staggered when he was brought to his feet to stand in front of the donkey. Mr. Hayes's eyes darted from the muscular hyena jock to the stocky rottweiler coach standing naked from the waist down, the daunting slab of meat pulsing and dripping precum.

"Oh my, what a naughty jock. How long has he been under your desk?" Mr. Hayes asked curiously and eyed Hogarth with great interest, who licked his lips as he spotted the donkey's long shaft in his gray trousers.

"Too long. He's a bit of a tease, if you ask me," Coach Collins gave the jock a quick smack across that firm rounded ass, and pushed him in the direction of the other male. "Go give our guest some much-needed care."

Hogarth smirked at the attention as he swaggered around the desk and closed the space between the donkey and himself. He wore one of his many jockstraps, the once white fabric now stained with sweat and pre and cum from years of wear. The football player's impressive bulge curved downward, the pouch soaked with precum. He reached down and felt up Mr. Hayes's cock, that stretched from his groin to his knee. A loud bray of approval escaped the donkey's throat before he pushed his big lips to the hyena's messy mouth and held him there as his broad tongue slipped inside the jock's maw. Hogarth blinked in surprise as his tongue danced with the older man's, moaning softly as his eyes fluttered shut and tilted his head as he shared his Coach's flavor with Mr. Hayes.

Mr. Hayes couldn't stop himself from running his tongue over the hyena's teeth, finding a few globs of remnant rottweiler cum that lingered inside the hyena's wet maw. He was unable to control himself as he and the jock stripped him of his work clothes. Twelve inches of equine shaft flopped out, slapping across the hyena's firm tree trunk like stomach with a wet splat over the soft fur. Coach Collins was impressed by the size, comparable to his own in length, albeit the girth varied from the two studs. While Mr. Hayes's girth remained consistent with the slight variation of the medial ring past the midway point, Coach's canid cock was fat after the tapered tip, the shaft thinned in the middle before reaching the swollen knot at the base.

Coach Collins's stood behind his desk, stroking himself as he fondled his heavy balls, feeling the cum churn inside as he watched the two males make out in front of him. Their kiss was as wet and drooly as his own shaft felt around his paw pads. Hogarth writhed in pleasure as the donkey's tongue wormed its way into his throat, causing it to bulge slightly as the equine's cock rubbed against the jock's toned body.

"Bend him over the desk and give the slut what he deserves," Coach Collins ordered, eager to be in the jockslut's muzzle again, this time to fuck it properly.

Mr. Hayes pushed Hogarth over the desk, the jock's body slammed on top of the paperwork scattered over the surface. Coach Collins reached into the right drawer and withdrew a bottle of lube but the donkey waved it aside as he got down on his knees and shoved his wide snout under the scrawny spotted hyena tail and pushed his tongue against his sweaty pucker.

"AAHHH!! Oh, fuck!" Hogarth gasped out as his body spasmed as he felt the donkey's wet tongue penetrate his tailhole. Mr. Hayes breathed deeply through his nose, tasting and breathing in the young stud's scent as he forced his tongue in deep in that tight, fleshy jock tunnel. He took his time to get well acquainted with his soon-to-be bitch's sumptuous ass, making the hyena moan and squirm on his face as the jock's thick thighs quivered, despite most of the weight being supported by the desk.

"Ooooh... god..." Hogarth moaned as his voice trembled and went up an octave as the donkey's tongue delved deeper in his anal cavity. Stepping forward, Coach Collins grasped the back of Hogarth's head, forcing his dripping shaft past the moaning hyena's lips and deep into his throat. He murred as the wet lips enveloped his shaft and he began a steady pace of thrusting in and out of that well-trained muzzle. He could feel Hogarth's muffled groans send vibrations up his shaft, coaxing fresh precum to splash into the hyena's throat.

Meanwhile, Mr. Hayes had pulled his face back, his nostrils flaring wide as he stood up behind Hogarth and let his footlong shaft flop across the jock's backside. He gripped Hogarth's hips, pulling him back slightly as he gyrated against the hyena's ass. Hogarth's gasp was silenced when he felt the blunt head of Mr. Hayes's cock press against his slightly gaped hole, feeling a glob of precum fill the rear entrance before he was pulled back.

Whatever sounds the hyena would have made was silenced by the rottweiler cock that was being stuffed down his throat. Hogarth's body convulsed briefly as the donkey penetrated his ass, forcing the first few inches into the painfully tight rectum. Mr. Hayes bucked once, pushing the hyena forward so his nose was pressed right against Coach Collins's musky pubic fur. Mr. Hayes let out a moaning bray, loving the feeling of the jock's tight hole squeeze around his shaft. He squeezed Hogarth's hips and railed the rest of his shaft into the hyena.

Hogarth's eyes shot open just as wide as his jaw was, every inch of his Coach's fat cock was stuffed down his gullet, feeling his Adam's apple protrude to accommodate the massive bone that was being crammed into his face. He felt water begin to form in the corners of his eyes from the exertion, but they were tears of derived pleasure from being spit-roasted from the two studs. He wouldn't have it any other way. He clutched his Coach's well-rounded ass cheeks, holding onto them for support as he felt the strength in those glutes as they clenched when Collins smashed his groin into the hyena's muzzle.

He was certain they were trying to find a middle point inside him, the donkey's cock was so deep inside him, he was certain it was pushing his gut outward, causing his usually thick stomach to have the unmistakable phallic-shape of the equine's shaft plunging his body. He could feel both points where the tips were, as their precum oozed and filled the cracks Coach's first load hadn't reached.

Mr. Hayes snorted, his nostrils flaring as he would pull back from the hot, stretched ring of the jock beneath him, feeling his medial ring slip free with a wet slurp and precum gush from the hyena's backside before stuffing it back in until his sheath was flush with the spotted ass. His hands clutched Hogarth's wide hips, squeezing them tightly as he brayed and hilted the jiggling mounds of muscle. His forehead pressed to the top of hyena's spine, damp with perspiration, whether it was his own or the jock's, it didn't really matter. He was on the verge of blowing his load, and with how long it'd been since he'd last had a willing ass presented to him, he had a massive load to give.

Coach Collins let go of the back of Hogarth's head as his knot swelled up as he inhaled the growing musk in the room, the combined scents were driving him wild. He rubbed Mr. Haye's prickly mane, watching the donkey drive his hips deep into his boy. It was incredibly sexy to watch, the out-of-experience male pull his shaft out sloppily before driving it madly in and the hyena's reaction to getting twelve inches of cock jammed deep inside his rectum. Drool dripped from his jowls and splatter on the jock's scrunched up face as the rottie's knot began to fill his maw.

Unable to contain himself, Mr. Hayes began a series of rapid thrusts as his balls tightened, a forewarn sign of the impending orgasm. "Dar'vit..." he swore under his breath as he relaxed and gave a final buck and brayed, a euphoric wave of pleasure washed over his body as his balls emptied their contents inside the younger male. He kept his groin pressed to the hyena's ass, feeling the space around his blunt cockhead fill out he would have imagined a balloon as the pressure built, the warm, sticky fluid had but one place to go, back in the direction it had come from. Cum dribbled out around the hyena's stretched ass, running down his taint and his swollen balls as the donkey continued to produce more semen to fill the jockslut.

It wasn't long after Mr. Hayes orgasmed that it set off Coach Collins's own climax. It was a normal reaction for the Rottweiler's body to synchronize his orgasms with another's, and he gripped the hyena's ears with both of his paws as he held him down on his knot as he began to unload directly into Hogarth's already bloated stomach. He watched as the wide-eyed hyena's pupils roll back into his skull as he was filled from both ends, jizz flooding every orifice in his body. There wasn't a single spot left inside the jock's body that was devoid of semen. Collins smirked as he felt cum back up around his cock and then bubble up his esophagus. A pearly white bead of cum formed at the corners of the hyena's lips, trickling down and dripping off his chin before he inadvertently choked and cum filled his nasal cavity and escaped out of his nose.

Coach Collins would have disciplined any of his boys for letting his cum go to waste, but he was willing to let his rule of not wasting a drop slide this one time since Hogarth was beginning to look like a filled condom three sizes too small. However, that didn't mean he was going to let the hyena off his cock until his climax was finished. Coach Collins stood, half leaning, half sitting on the edge of his desk as he and Mr. Hayes filled the jockslut up past the brim and cum splattered on the floor.

When he was done basking in the brief afterglow, he pulled his cock out without any protest from the groaning jock who was still feeling the donkey's cock deep inside what was now a well-rounded abdomen. Coach Collins leaned back in his desk, hooking his arms under the exhausted hyena and pulled him up on top of him, feeling the slosh of the cum belly against his firm muscle-gut. Mr. Hayes didn't seem to notice or care as he followed along, his weight helped assist the Rottweiler pull the jock into the position he wanted. Coach Collins directed Hogarth's cum covered snout into one of his armpit, ripe with sweat and musk from practice and the two sessions. He outstretched his arms, trapping Hogarth's muzzle as he reached down with two big tan paws, grasping those ample ass cheeks that housed an impressive shaft and spread it wide. Coach Collins felt the hyena jerk in surprise as the Rottweiler's cock didn't seem to want to get soft. It only wanted to get in.

Mr. Hayes perked up and looked down as he felt something sticky jab the base of his buried shaft, tickling his leathery sheath. The donkey watched as the virile coach held the jock's spotted ass cheeks wide open, stretching the already stretched sphincter, causing more of the messy cum to spill out on the juicy red cock as if lubing it up for another ride. Which was exactly what Coach Collins intended. He pushed up with his hips, the tip finding a weak point in the sloppy wrinkled flesh and managed to push inside.

Despite being muffled, Hogarth's loud moan could be heard as he was penetrated by his Coach in his already loosened hole. The hyena tried to clench up but failed as another inch was pushed inside, rubbing alongside the massive donkey dick that was still firmly lodged in his rear end. With his sloshy stomach pressed tight to his Coach's firm gut, the cum was involuntarily expelled over the two stud's groins as they sank in deeper together.

Coach Collins didn't stop until his fat knot was kissing the jockslut's rim. The hyena's natural reaction to feeling his rectum stretch like elastic had ceased and the jock had either relaxed and accepted his true calling of being a cumdump, or had passed out from the strenuous exertion. Mr. Hayes was groaning as he felt the cock rubbing up against his veiny shaft, unable to help but grind back into the jock. He had felt a twinge of concern for the jock's safety at first, but the guilt was soon replaced by lust and a carnal need to fill him up again with the hunky rottweiler coach.

Finding the right pace was a little challenging at first, but they soon found the correct tempo for their duet. The sounds of wet, sloppy slaps could be heard as both canine and equine grunted in unison, stuffing their bitch with their cocks. Combined with the seemingly never ending river of cum within the jock's stretched tunnel, it squeezed their shafts together to provide a vice-like grip. Collins put his chin over the hyena's left shoulder, Mr. Hayes hung his head over the right as they slammed their bodies into the jock's welcoming ass. Never once did Collins let go of Hogarth's ass cheeks, his paws kept them spread wide so the hyena wasn't in complete discomfort to this new experience of being double penetrated.

Mr. Hayes wasn't sure if he would be able to get a second load off, but he kept thrusting away, his balls slapping against Coach Collins's, which were remarkably still full of pups. Not wanting to disappoint, he straightened up, gripping the hyena's shoulders, forcing the hyena's face deeper into the Rottweiler's armpit and began to rut the jock deeply.

Whatever resistances the hyena had were shattered and his scrawny tail lifted up to accept his role of bitch to the two males. It made it easier to fuck him as such, and when Mr. Hayes changed his stance, Coach Collins held steady, occasionally grinding his fat knot into the boy's stretched rim as the twelve-inch cock slid in and out, providing him with enough stimulation to keep him throbbing and ready to blow. With his natural talent to fire his load, he could wait until the donkey recharged and filled his player.

Minutes ticked by in sloppy slaps before Coach Collins felt Hogarth stir against his stocky body and the whimpery sounds of the jock's body twitched and spasmed as his battered prostate gave up the fight, and tensed up as he unintentionally began to climax. The jock's cock ground itself against his coach's muscle gut, splattered the held-in load all over the black belly as his ass squeezed on Mr. Haye's cock. The donkey snorted and plowed the rest of his shaft in as the tightened ring seemed to coax another load from janitor's spent balls.

There was little warning from Mr. Hayes as his voice strained to find words to say as he came again. Coach Collins bucked once more and joined in, howling loudly as he felt the donkey's cock pulse every time he fired off a torrent of cum. Hogarth's belly inflated once more with the combined loads, slightly lifting him from the rottweiler's stomach before it found its way past their cocks and oozed freely down his taint and Coach Collins's groin and to the floor.

As they lay there panting, breathing in the heavy aroma of sex that would linger in the office for months, Coach Collins opened his eyes and looked over at his new friend who was looking back at him. "I hope this helped plug things up, Mr. Hayes," the rottweiler recalled their conversation from earlier. "And if you don't mind stopping by my office later this evening, I'm sure it could use some cleaning. No need for air freshener... I've grown quite fond of the smell."