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Chapter Thirteen - Coming Out of the Closet

Football practice had ended for the day, the locker room was deserted and the all lights had been turned off except for some inside the gym. The sound of a lone male breathing deep and exhaling as they pumped weights on the bench press could be heard in the weight room. The sounds belonged to Coach Collins, the head coach of Duke University's nationally acclaimed football team. He was a stocky rottweiler in his 40s, just over six feet and a half feet tall, with typical black and tan markings for his breed.

His breathing was about as calm and trained as any professional weightlifter as his upper arm and pectoral muscles flexed as he lifted the heavy bar straight up and back down. His feet remained firmly planted on the ground as he followed the repetitious work out, barely breaking a sweat as if it were more of a methodical way for him to wind down after a long day of preparing for the team's next game and occasionally taking a break to fuck one of the eager jock sluts on the team.

A light sheen of sweat had formed on the silky smooth surface of his short black fur coat as he panted softly, his pants filled the air as he sucked in deep gulps of air before exhaling it as he pumped the iron bar up and down. His floppy ears caught the sound of someone tapping one of the entryways and perked them up before they flopped back down. He set the bar down on the rack overhead and sat up.

Across the room, a tiger stood there watching the rottweiler. Nick Sanchez, a cornerback of the football team wore a pair of tight jeans and a red v-neck t-shirt that barely seemed to fit the jock's well-formed muscles underneath it. He was just as tall as the Rottweiler, and while not quite as barrel-chested, his biceps could easily rival the coach's arms.

"I didn't expect you to stick around this late, Sanchez," Coach Collins grinned as he pulled the towel that was draped across the back of his neck and wiped the sweat from his forehead as he slung it over a shoulder. "What can I do for you?"

Even as he spoke, he couldn't help feel the arousal growing in his pants. Nick Sanchez was one of the hottest jocks on the team, and when he had first been seduced by one of his jocks years ago, Coach Collins promised himself that he wouldn't pick favorites amongst his boys. But as the years came and went, jocks of every shape and size and species had come with it, and Nick Sanchez had been one of his top favorites.

The tiger reluctantly approached his head downcast, ears flat as if he had done something wrong or maybe felt guilty about something. His paws squeezed the strap of his backpack that hung to the side of his wide back. Finally, Sanchez stood in front of the Rottweiler, trying to seem like everything was fine.

Coach Collins could tell something was not fine with the tiger, and as much as he wanted to give that perfect ass a squeeze, intuition told him that would not be appropriate. So he rested his paws on his own knees, waiting for the striped feline to speak first.

"Coach, ya know how you wanted me to spend more time with my teammates outside of school and practice," Sanchez didn't want to meet his coach's eyes, which he was certain were staring right at him. He did feel guilty, for not telling the rottweiler sooner about his recent betrayal to the older male by sleeping with one of his teammates. He wanted to tell him but wasn't sure how his coach would respond. He shifted his weight to one foot as he struggled with the words, but then it was like Coach Collins read his mind.

"Is this about Wagner?"

Sanchez looked up, his eyes wide as Coach Collins said the last name of the teammate he'd been sleeping with, the wolf Chad Wagner.

"How did you know about Chad and me?"

The rottweiler chuckled as he stood up, Sanchez stepped to the side as Coach Collins took a long drink from his water bottle and looked at the stunned jock.

"Word gets around the locker room, Sanchez. Can't say I expected it, Wagner has always come off as a bit... out of touch with himself. Arrogant perhaps?"

Sanchez chuckles and rubbed his arm shyly as his tail swished behind him. "Yeah, he can sometimes. But I've known him for a long time, and underneath that persona is a really awesome guy. I really like him and want to see where this takes us. That's why I came here today, to tell you that..." He paused as he looked at the rottweiler's bulging sweat shorts. There was something about seeing that sheath bulge and the musk that made Sanchez's mouth water. "That I don't want to ruin things between me and Chad... but I don't want you to think I don't like you."

The rottweiler brushed it off with a wave of his paw as he walked over to a cube storage organizer. "Not at all, I understand. Have you discussed with Wagner about being in a monogamous relationship? Communication is key in a healthy relationship, knowing what your partner in life wants and help each other achieve your goal. Be the other half of them to make them whole. Does that make sense?"

As Coach Collins talked to him, Nick realized that he and Chad hadn't really talked much about what the other wanted. They'd been on a few dates since that eventful night where Nick had confessed his feelings for his best friend. He hadn't even expected the wolf to return the feelings, and while it had been nice, he had let his own ideas of a relationship fill his head instead of discussing it with Chad.

"Yes, I think so coach..." Sanchez's voice drifted off, thinking about what Coach had just said. "Could I ask you something?"

Coach Collins wiped the sweat from his brow with a towel and slung it over his shoulder and around the back of his thick muscular neck. "Sanchez, I've been your coach for the past two years, you're always welcome to ask me anything."

Sanchez's striped tail swished behind him as he looked up at the older male and bashfully asked the question he'd had on his mind for the past week. "Is it possible to be in a relationship with someone and still mess around with others and not be cheating on your mate?"

Coach Collins's back was to the tiger, but had he been facing him, the tiger would have seen the horny rottweiler's bulge twitch and swell. The rottweiler gave a hearty chuckle as he pulled the sweat-drenched towel off his shoulder, holding it in such a way it would cover up his bulge. He may be a horndog, but he wasn't going to push Sanchez's buttons any more than he already was. The tiger would decide what he wanted and he would go with it.

"If that's the question you've been dying to ask me, you've got a lot to learn about relationships, Sanchez. Not all relationships are monogamous, in fact, there's quite an extensive list. My own relationship with my husband would be considered polyamorous, where I have multiple sexual partners."

Sanchez opened his mouth to say something and then stopped himself as what Coach Collins just said registered. This was the first time the rottweiler had ever mentioned his husband, Nick just thought the pervy old coach was single and that's why he was such a horny dog.

"You're married, Coach?" Sanchez asked bewildered, his words stuttered as his mind reeled.

Coach Collins laughed and nodded, turning around to face the stunned tiger and groped himself. "Have you seen my sex drive? There's no way he could keep up with keeping my puppymaker sated. Besides, it's kind of a turn on for him to hear my exploits with my jocksluts."

The tiger blushed hard, feeling his own erection tent his pants, stifling a moan as he thought about someone getting off to the things that he'd done with the coach. The things he still wanted to do. A new thought popped into the jock's head and he blurted out, "Coach, do you think Chad... I mean Wagner and I could be polyamorous... and we could keep... doing things sir?"

"I mean that's up to you two to decide, I won't tell you how to run your relationsh--" Coach Collins was silenced by the studly jock pushing himself up against him, feeling Sanchez's warm wet lips slam against his muzzle in a kiss.

He let out a deep growl and a happy murr as he kissed the muscular jock like he'd never done before. Their lips parted and they locked maws, tongues slashing against each other as they drooled and swallowed each others spit. Coach Collins felt Sanchez grab the waistband of his gym shorts, yanking them down in the front and grasped his rock hard cock.

"I've been thinking of this all week long..." Nick admitted as he broke the kiss in a huffy gasp, jerking that red rocket with his striped paws and felt a paw on the top of his head.

Coach Collins looked down at the tiger as he applied pressure on top of the jock's head. "Then quit thinking about it and get sucking it, you delightful cockwhore."

Sanchez didn't need any more convincing, he dropped to his knees right there in the empty work out room and put his lips around his coach's shaft, moaning at the salty taste of sweat and pre that had collected and dripped around the veiny member. Coach Collins kept his paw on the tiger's head, the other rested on the top of the cube storage shelves as he thrust into the well-trained throat of the tiger.

"I will say... unf..." Coach Collins huffed and grunted as he held Sanchez's head still and hilted into his throat. "I would have definitely missed our private sessions, Sanchez... god, you've got such a tight throat..."

The tiger could only moan and fondle those heavy, cum-filled balls as they swung between Coach Collins's thick thighs. The Rottweiler was unrelenting, as if he were punishing the tiger for keeping with an entire week's worth of cum, even though he'd emptied them at least a dozen times during throughout the same week.

The blowjob was sloppy, Sanchez groaned and drooled all over the length as it plunged in and out of his muzzle, his lips curled over his teeth to not accidentally nick the shaft as it slid smoothly past his lips. The rottweiler gripped his head as his orgasm rapid peaked and he groaned with the tiger as he shot thick wads of jizz into Sanchez's throat, not pulling out until every drop was swallowed and in the jockslut's stomach.

Sanchez purred like a kitten as he felt the warm familiar slosh in his belly and taste of his Coach's cum on his lips. He looked up as the canine withdrew and pulled his shorts back up, though they did very little to conceal the package inside them. The jock looked confused as the rottweiler put his shorts on. Usually, Coach had another load for the tiger's ass.

"Get up and follow me," Coach Collins instructed, leading the way as Sanchez scrambled to his feet, his cock throbbing madly in his pants, adjusting quickly but found his paw was soaked in precum.

Sanchez followed behind as they left the gym, going down a hallway, turning a corner and going down another empty hallway, aside from a yellow janitorial caution "Floor is wet" sign. As they approached a door, there were unmistakable sounds coming from the other side. Grunts, thuds, and moans could be heard, though who they could belong to was a mystery to the jock.

"I think there's something you should see," Coach Collins said to Sanchez as his paw grasped the door handle and wrenched it wide open.

The sounds stopped instantly as light filled the dark dank room, illuminating the two males that were facing the opposite wall. Nick recognized them both, the one furthest from him was the assistant coach and puma, Coach Williams. And balls deep inside him was none other than--

"CHAD?!" Nick exclaimed. He wasn't sure what was more shocking. His new boyfriend fucking another guy, the assistant coach no less. Or that the assistant coach was being fucked by one of his football players.

The wolf's tail tucked between his legs as he remained balls deep in the assistant coach who looked too embarrassed to even look at them. "H-hey Nick... can we talk about this?"

Coach Collins chuckled as he shuffled Nick into the crowded closet and closed the door behind him. "I think he means to say, he also wants to an open relationship."

Coach Williams piped in, "Collins... huff... how did you--"

"Wagner, would you please get back to fucking this cheap whore," Coach Collins said, interrupting the puma as he pulled his sweat-drenched shirt off his muscle gut. He found out about Coach Williams's secret hiding spot two weeks ago and what he was doing with his boys. "Keep your mouth shut and your head down, Williams, unless you want me to tell your wife you're getting fucked by half the boys in the locker room."

The wolf was hesitant about continuing with Sanchez watching them, but the warm, loosened feline's tailhole clenched, almost beckoning him to keep going. Still holding Coach Williams's hips, Wagner began to slowly get back into the rhythm.

Nick glared at the wolf as he listened to their coach, picking up speed as the puma couldn't help but start moaning again as his prostate was nailed. The tiger was fuming mad, but also undeniably horny as he watched the two bodies collide next to him. Then he felt Coach Collins embrace him from behind, the thick rottweiler bulge pushing between his ass cheeks as two tan paws started to remove his pants.

"Go on," Coach Collins whispered as Wagner let out a groan as his hips slapped against the puma's tan colored asscheeks. "Revenge sex is some of the best sex you can have and makes you feel better when you're done. Punish your pup."

Nick's pants fell to his ankles and his throbbing erection pulsed in the empty air. He wasn't sure if he moved on his own or if Coach Collins was directing him, stroking his cock with all that precum he was leaking, guiding Nick right up behind his boyfriend and then, spreading the surprised wolf's ass cheeks, Nick found himself slamming his cock head against Wagner's tailhole.

The tight ring tried to resist, but the fight was over before it had even began. After years of diligently working out, Nick was a powerhouse. The tiger grabbed his boyfriend's hips and pulled them back, hearing a wet sloppy slurp as Wagner was pulled out of Coach William's tailhole and pulled back onto Nick's raging erection.

Wagner howled in pain and pleasure as his tailhole was spread wide open without much of a warning, his fleshy walls stung as it quickly tried to accommodate the thick cock that was hilted deep inside him. While he had been eager at first to take Nick's dick during the first few days of their newly formed relationship, the past few weeks of classes, practice and a game had left the black wolf too tired to take anything up his tailpipe. So naturally his tight, muscular ass had tightened back up during that time, and Wagner felt as though he were back in Nick's place, getting fucked for the first time. He felt Nick's paws grip his ass and his shoulder, bending him over and into the puma's gaping tail end, sliding his throbbing doggy cock inside with much more ease than his own hole was used to.

Pausing for a moment to let his boyfriend get re-accustomed to his nicely sized dick, Nick swished his tail as he throbbed inside Wagner's spasming tailhole, feeling it squeeze and clench around him, causing him to purr as the wolf struggled under him. It felt incredible, his paws squeezed Wagner's shoulders before they slid down his muscular frame, admiring his boyfriend's strength as he gave another powerful thrust, hearing Coach Williams moan beneath their added weight.

"Can't let you three have all the fun," Coach Collins grunted behind Nick, and the tiger felt the rottweiler's hot breath on his neck as an arm wrapped around his chest while the other held the rottweiler's throbbing cock, directing it to Nick's empty tailhole.

Sanchez let out a moan as he felt the pointed tip make contact with his tailhole and relaxed as he'd been taught by his coach and mentor, letting Collins inside him without protest. His body trembled as he pushed back, feeling Wagner's tailhole squeeze around his member, almost as if it were trying to keep him inside.

Underneath the pile of mass, Coach Williams groaned as he did his best to stay bent over and his paws bracing the full weight that was on his back. The puma's legs trembled as he felt Wagner's slick bone slide back into his well-accommodating ass, the fat bulbous knot pressed against the gaping rim and then slipped inside, the ring stretched like a loosened rubberband before tightening around the base to try to keep it inside.

Behind Williams, Wagner whined and panted heavily in the assistant coach's ear. Whether he wanted to or not, he was stuck between the puma and his boyfriend, and with how Nick's veiny cock was sliding into his tight tailhole, spreading the flesh open as his cock head brushed right up against his prostate, Wagner was not complaining.

Meanwhile, Nick was moaning as Wagner's tailhole clenched hard around his cock, as if beckoning him to plow the unfaithful wolf. He'd only been back there once during few weeks of their developing relationship, and he wasn't about to waste the opportunity. Nick grabbed Wagner's thick hips, growling as he gave those muscles a good squeeze and pulled him back, hearing a slick pop! followed by a wet slurp! as the cornerback yanked Wagner out of Coach William's ass as he hilted his cock into the wolf's ass, the inner walls quickly getting adjusted to Nick's size again. He purred as the canine yelped and whimpered like the good boy he secretly was deep inside; Nick just had to thrust deep enough to find it.

Coach Collins rumbled as he got a front-row seat of the scene playing out in front of him. It was mesmerizing to watch the mass of muscles under the short orange and black striped fur move with Sanchez's movements. He could see enough of Wagner to know that the wolf was getting the same intense workout as his partner. The two coaches on both ends remained relatively still as the two jocks fucked and fucked themselves into a frenzy. Collins leaned back, rubbing his muscle gut as he watched Sanchez's amazing ass as he pushed back and forth between Wagner's ass and the rottie's thick meat that barely slid out as the tiger slammed back into Wagner.

The sounds of the four men grunting, moaning, whimpering and the occasional shuffle of feet on the messy ground echoed in the confined closet. The smell of musk grew more intense as testosterone flared, causing them to pant and sweat. Wagner and Collins began panting harder as they inhaled the heavy scents, their sensitive snouts turning them into sexual predators. Wagner couldn't believe how much he found himself craving his boyfriend's cock, pushing back as Sanchez pushed forward, their bodies colliding sounded like massive boulders smashing into each other.

Coach Collins huffed and grunted as his big tan paws wandered over Sanchez's front, caressing those firm muscles that trembled under them. The rottie pulled the cornerback up so his back was straight and pressed his chest to the tiger's sweaty backside. With his chin over Sanchez's shoulders, he felt the feline purr as his paws moved up and pinched both of the jock's nipples, feeling the fleshy nubs swell at the attention he gave them.

He bucked his hips in, making Sanchez arch his back and moan like a bitch. As a result, the tiger's own cock twitched and slammed into Wagner's furry ass, eliciting a loud whine of pleasure from the jockslut that was bent over the assistant coach. Coach Williams mewed under all of the weight slamming into his back, digging his claws into the cement wall he faced, leaving long white streaks in the coarse concrete, leaving his usually well-kept nails looking worn for wear.

"GUH!!" Coach Williams groaned out as he felt a strong force ripple behind him, feeling Wagner's hips collide with his ass and heard the wolf moan loudly as he received the same treatment. The puma could feel the wolf deep inside him, certain the jock's massive bone was pushing the three loads he'd taken prior to the wolf's insistence he needed some wet pussy. His ass was stretched wide open, barely giving Wagner any form of resistance as young jock jizz splooged out, coating Wagner's prick with his teammate's mixed loads before Wagner plunged it back into that puffy pucker.

Wagner whimpered quietly as he felt Nick get more into it, the tiger purred behind him as big striped paws gripped his hips tightly and pulled him out of the assistant coach's asshole. At this point, Wagner wasn't getting any pleasure from fucking the slutty puma, and his balls ached for release. His cock slid into the gaping ring in front of him, hearing the wet slop of semen and air being sucked in and out as Nick controlled his movements. Wagner's eyes half-lidded as his jaw went slack and tongue lolled out of the jock, feeling an intense pressure build up in his loins and his blue balls as Nick angled himself to hit his boyfriend's prostate.

Behind Wagner, Nick grit his teeth, grinning as he got more into dominating his boyfriend. He could see why Coach Collins had so much fun with his ass. He just might have to keep Chad in his place more often. The tiger rumbled as he looked back over his shoulder, noticing the proud look on the rottweiler's muzzle, his jowls pulled up to show a toothy grin. He pushed back hard on Coach Collins's knot, clenching on the thick bulbous flesh that was starting to inflate and plug his bitch hole. He licked his whiskers as he grinned back, trying to attempt to look devious, slutty and dominant at the same time.

Coach Collins recognized that look on Nick's face, it was one he'd seen several times in the past on his boys' face when they finally had a taste of both worlds, and with further training, would become proper studs that could receive and give back equally. But that would come another day, Coach Collins decided as he hilted his cock into the tiger's puffy tailstar and kept it pushed against it, making the jockstut in front of him moan as his ass tried to stretch to fit the unrelenting fat knot inside.

Nick's claws extended from his paws, sinking into Wagner's hips as he snarled and grit his teeth. He stopped trying to focus on fucking his boyfriend and tried to relax and push back on the massive cock that was throbbing inside him, feeling his stomach bulge out a few inches as Collins pushed in deeper. Nick's legs began to tremble as the rottweiler's cock compressed his prostate, and whether he wanted to or not, Nick could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching, shooting thick wads of precum inside of Chad's trembling asshole. The tiger tried to clench, as if trying to squeeze the rottweiler out of his ass, anything to keep himself from blowing his load first, but that only made Coach Collins growl in pleasure as he kept up the pressure.

"OOOH fuck Nick!!" Chad groaned on the other side of Nick as he could feel the tiger's cock throbbing madly inside him, his fleshy walls clung to his boyfriend's cock as they adjusted to Nick's size, leaving the wolf feeling desperately empty whenever Nick pulled his cock out just a few inches. The space inside his bowels however soon began to feel heavier as he realized just how much pre the tiger was shooting. His belly gurgled as a deep, slick suction noise accompanied the shaft as it slid out of his stretched depths, only to be plugged back up as Nick lurched forward and buried every inch of his cock inside the moaning wolf.

Chad couldn't hold back anymore, he let out an echoing yelp as his pelvis was crushed between the two felines. His toes curled as his prostate was completely pounded into jam by Nick's cock as pressure welled up deep within his muscular gut. Kevin's eyes rolled back as he hit orgasm, his mouth hung open as he made unintelligible sounds as indescribable pleasure unfurled in his loins as he felt Coach William's ring try to clamp around his swollen knot.

Wagner wasn't sure if he actually came, his mind was too caught up in the rapture to comprehend anything going on around him. But the way Coach Williams was moaning under him, the cock-sock was getting his fill from the black wolf. The puma purred as he felt every thick spurt of wolf cum shoot inside him, filling his belly with the jock's pups. He rubbed his sloshing stomach whorishly, secretly wishing he could get pregnant off all these studs.

Determined to get his jockslut to cum before him, Coach Collins pulled his knot back and then fighting whatever resistance the tiger had left, sunk it inside of Nick, feeling the ring stretch then quickly clench back up around the base of his knot. The jock's rectum bulged a bit from the massive flesh that was now housed inside, compressed against Nick's prostate. The feline mewed submissively, an electric shiver ran up his spine as he arched his back and groaned as he felt his balls seize up and began to flood Chad's body.

Chad was caught off-guard as Nick unloaded a pent-up load deep inside him. He felt a strong spurt of warm, thick, gooey tiger jizz shoot deep inside him, moaning as he felt another glob of tiger spill inside his bowels. Fuck there was so much, Chad's jaw went slack as he felt the warmth spread through his belly. He tried to squirm, but he felt like his stamina and strength had been drained from him. So he just lay across Coach William's back as he was filled to the brim with tiger cum.

Satisfied with the results before him, Coach Collins was ready to give his jockslut his reward. He tugged his knot back, making sure it was secure before he began to thrust quickly inside of Nick. Stuck to the knot, Nick had no choice but to follow the perverted rottweiler. Since his hips were being pulled back, he slipped a few inches out of Chad's puffy hole, the gooey filling oozed out like an overfilled doughnut before the rottweiler was already pushing forward, making Nick sink back in with a wet slooourrrrp!.

Coach Collins let out a deep howl as he hit his peak, crushing Nick's prostate in the process and forcing the tiger to orgasm again inside of Chad. The rottweiler huffed and bit down on the tiger's shoulder, holding him in a mating bite as he gushed one, two, three thick spurts of cum inside Nick. Collins stopped counting after the sixth and just rubbed his paw over the tiger's belly as he felt a slight bump every time he shot inside the jockslut.

Still recovering from his orgasm-high, Wagner groaned, unable to speak as he felt the tiger shoot a second time inside him, making him whimper as his own prostate tried to produce another batch of pups to unload, but he was already spent. So Chad just spasmed as he experienced a dry-orgasm, whining like a good pup.

The smell of sex and sweat had grown stronger in the cramped janitor's closet, the four males panted and basked in the afterglow, satisfied for now. Coach Collins waited a few minutes for his knot to deflate before he gripped Nick's ass with his paws, palming the striped cheeks and spread them wide as he tugged back, his hip flexors tensed before he popped free. He watched his seed spill from Nick's stretched hole, running down the tiger's taint, balls, and thighs as he withdrew inch after inch of his cock. Nick clenched up the best he could, but he was gonna be walking funny for a few hours at the least.

Nick pulled out of Chad next, the black wolf's made a few meek whimpers as he felt empty inside despite the two generous loads of tiger semen that filled his guts. For Wagner, pulling out of Coach Williams's gaping, cum-filled tunnel was like pulling your arm out of plaster. The two jocks stumbled, trying to stand on shaky legs.

Coach Collins looked from them to his assistant coach who was still bent over, his hole wide open, the sloppy mess drooled down his ass. He felt his cock twitch and thicken back up. "Sanchez, Wagner, go clean up and get home safely. I think it's time I have a meeting with my assistant coach."

Nick raised a brow and but then immediately realized what Coach Collins was referring to and wobbled out with Chad following him like how an obedient puppy follows his master. They closed the door behind them and the puma gulped as he felt the hunky rottweiler step up behind him, nudging his legs wide apart and guided his throbbing cock to the open hole.

"Now, we're going to have a nice, long talk about my boys and how you've been rewarding them without my permission." Coach Collins paused, collecting some of the thick spooge that oozed from the puma's tailhole before replacing it with a few inches of his cock inside Coach William's ass. He wrapped his cum-covered paw over the puma's muzzle and held it there, waiting to feel the feline's raspy tongue lick his massive paw, then added, "Cumslut."