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Practice hadn't gone so well today. It's hard enough to focus alone right now, but being surrounded by all sorts of hunks was just making it worse.

A bit about myself - I'm a bit of a mongrel of various races. My parents are feline and canine and I've got a bit more feline than canine in me, and I guess one of them has some insect in them that I just happened to inherit. The thing is, they're not really around and we're not particularly close, so I've never broached the subject with them, but my sexual anatomy is...interesting, to say the least.

You see, instead of regular penis, I have more of a...tentacle, I guess? It's fleshy and very dexterous. I have a vent that it comes out of, but even when soft it pokes out a little bit. It makes it easier when I'm changing in the locker room to not look like a freak. But when I'm fully erect I can grab stuff with it. But, the thing is, it's not really a penis. It's more of like, a lure. It excretes a heady, pheromone-laden substance that is supposed to release inhibitions. Some people seem to be more affected by it. I've tried it myself, and while it tastes a bit musky and sweet, it doesn't really do much to me. For the sake of simplicity, instead of calling it my sweet and funky tentacle juice, I'm just going to call it my honey, because that's what it is.

But, like I said, it's not really a penis, and it doesn't ejaculate. The more turned on I get the more of my honey gets produced and the stronger it gets, and the purpose is to turn a guy on to fuck the vent that my tentacle comes from. I'm not sure if I've got some eggs in there or not and I'm not about to find out, so I have some morning-after pills just in case.

Which leads me to my current predicament. I think I'm in heat or something, cause I'm having a really hard time keeping my cock from spilling out of my vent. And being around all my buddies is making it really hard to control. I try not to get too close to them, because some people are REALLY receptive to my honey, and I don't want to start something right there in front of everyone. I haven't told any of my schoolmates about my interesting anatomy, just some one-night stands I met online, and I'd like to keep it that way.

Anyway, coach noticed that something was up, and he told me that if I can't focus to just get off the field. I am actually really glad because it means I can shower up without worrying about the rest of the team seeing my predicament. What I hadn't counted on was what came next...

"I noticed that you're not focused. It's like you're playing a different game today. What's going on?"

I turned around shocked; I hadn't realized Coach Brady had followed me to the locker room. I must be really out of it; a big rhino like him shouldn't be able to get the jump on me like that. I still had a towel on, so I wasn't totally naked, although I could feel my cock writhing around underneath. I hoped that he didn't notice.

"Uh...you know, puberty issues coach, I can't wait for this awkward phase to be over with, you know?" I replied, hoping he would drop it if I just came out and make it weird. I really respected the coach, he always seems to know when to be the supportive father type and when to be the assertive leader, but I don't know how he would react to my anatomy.

"I guess so, but you've never done this before. If this is going to keep up, you're going to have to figure it out to keep your spot on the team."

I'm not sure what to say next. He just won't go away. That's when I notice he's looking down at my towel, and if I'm not mistaken, he's sniffing the air.

"What is that?" he asks. My tentacle cock is writhing around in overdrive right now, making the towel move around erratically.

"Okay coach, I'll show you what's going on, but you have to promise to keep it a secret, I don't want anyone else knowing about this."

"I won't tell anyone, don't worry."

Actually, I have to admit, it's kind of a relief finally sharing my secret. I strip the towel off and show my interesting anatomy to the person who's the closest thing to a father figure in my life.

His eyes get really wide. Neither one of us say anything. I'm not sure what's happening, my cock is taking on a life of its own, and I've never seen coach like this before.

Then he wordlessly gets down on his knees and inspects it closer. He takes a big, gray hand and grabs the base of my fleshy appendage, holds it in place and takes a big breath. I think my honey is affecting him, but I'm starting to lose my cool at this point too. My breathing gets labored as I hear him snorting with how deep his breaths are getting as he takes in my scent.

"Coach...I..."

I can't seem to find the words. He seems to be at a loss for words too. Then he removes his rough, calloused hand and takes a big slurp. I see his eyes briefly glaze over as he shuddered. Watching this big, strong man being so deeply affected by my secretions turns me on even more.

We shouldn't be doing this in the locker room, anyone could walk in on us, and I don't want to end his career just because he's extra receptive to my heat-laden pheromones. "Coach Brady..." I say quiet at first. He doesn't seem to register, taking my cock in his mouth. I moan loudly as he greedily sucks all the honey from my pole.

"Coach!" I say, more loudly this time. "We have to do this somewhere private!"

He doesn't respond. He's snorting like an animal, nursing on my cock more and more roughly. He can't seem to get enough of my cock honey.

I come up with an idea, maybe if I just go to his office, he'll follow me? I step back, prepared to go to his office, pulling my cock out of his mouth about halfway.

He growls deeply at this. He grabs me by the ass and pushes me toward him. He takes his mouth off my cock and I see his tongue dancing rapidly all over my cock, all the while constantly snorting and eagerly lapping all over the surface.

Despite how hot this is to see my huge coach eagerly devouring my honey, I know we need to get somewhere private, before things really get out of hand. So I slowly back up, heading to his office, leading him with my cock. Each half-step I take, he shuffles forth on his knees to follow the source of honey.

After what feels like an excruciatingly long amount of time, I feel my back pressed against his door. At this point, Coach Brady is bobbing his head up and down on my tentacle cock. I can feel the honey coming off my cock faster than it has ever before, only to be quickly and forcefully lapped up by his broad tongue. I reach over and turn the doorknob, pull my cock out of his mouth, and leap inside before he can stop me.

He makes a very intimidating growl and stands up. I can see the outline of his cock tenting his shorts. There's a big wet spot on his groin. He lunges after me and pushes me to the ground. He uses his weight to pin me down, as he gets a better inspection of my tentacle junk.

Before I totally lose myself, I reach over to the door with my leg and kick it shut. Finally - some privacy. Now we can really let loose.

His large nostrils are visibly working overtime. This time, it's not just my cock; he's stuffing his nose into my vent. He buries his nostrils inside my vent, taking in my scent. He stuffs his tongue inside as I watch his big body shudder. I can see my honey dripping from his face as he inundates himself with my heat-induced secretions. He's started humping against my body as I hear an audible slurping noise as he sucks from my vent. I groan at his eagerness. Having a rhino with a hundred pounds on you and twenty years your senior being reduced to such a basic state is driving me wild. I begin to grind my crotch against his face as I hear the slurp, slurp of his tongue tasting my inner depths.

He looks up and I see a primal gaze staring at me. At this point he's humping the air, I can tell he wants to fuck but he can't tear himself away from my tentacle cock and vent. With as grunt and a snort like a feral animal, he goes back to my honey spire, licking it from top to bottom with broad slurps.

Taking the lead, I stand up as he remains glued to my cock. As he is, I won't be able to take off his shirt, but I can reach around and strip him of his shorts. His huge gray cock springs forth as I lower his shorts around his ankles. His gray pole is long and thick, with a wide, flared head copiously dripping precum. I feel the thick, wiry hairs at the base of his pole as I stroke his cock, as his humping intensifies.

As I release my grip on his cock I run my hands across his body. I can feel his broad gut but even more, I can smell his masculine scent emanating from his form. As my hands climb to his chest I can feel his muscles flexing. My honey must be doing something else to him, as he feels jacked like he just finished an hour long workout. His pecs are visibly pronounced, a thick layer of padding over the exaggerated muscles. I run my hands under his shirt to play with the coarse hair coating his chest, winding up playing with his large, erect nipples but it doesn't seem to have much of an effect on him. I run my hands up to his shoulders and then across his massive arms. As he cleans off my cock of all honey he dips back into my vent, smacking his lips and flexing.

I lay back on his desk, spreading my legs wide to give him full access. As Coach Brady gorges on my juices he gives off a massive shudder and I swear it seems like his already huge body is even more massive that usual. He lets off a groan like a wounded animal would and I see his cock throb.

As much fun as it is seeing him in such a state my heat kicks in and I feel the need to get filled. Reaching forward, I grab his cock. He humps against my wrist, dabbing precum across my arm. I guide him forward.

He looks up at me with confusion, he wants to fuck but he doesn't want to stop lapping up my honey. Realizing he's going to have to remove his mouth from my vent, he opens wide and takes a massive gulp, continuously sucking down my honey. After a few moments of this he lifts his head, shaking it back and forth, letting off an intense shudder from the sheer amount of honey he devoured.

As I press his cock against my vent, I see him standing over me - huge, massive and imposing. His wide gut blocks my view of the door. It looks like he can't help but involuntarily flex his muscles as he constantly snorts and grunts in an animalistic display of desire. I press him into my vent as we both let off a groan of deep satisfaction.

As he begins to hump and work his way inside my vent his gaze becomes glassy. He pounds me relentlessly as his vision and jaw go slack. His mouth cracks open and I see my honey dripping from his teeth. As it begins to drip from his open maw, he makes another wounded sounding groan.

I lean back and present my tentacle spire. Looking down, he sees the source of honey and drops down and goes back to sucking on my honey-soaked cock. I feel his pulsing cock get even harder and thicker inside my vent as he nurses my sweet secretions.

This continued for some time, him ramming into me while constantly lapping and slurping all the honey off my cock. I had never been more turned on than when I was seeing this massive man losing himself to my heat, rutting like an animal and devouring my honey as though his life depended on it. I probably had about three climaxes as he let himself go inside me. After what felt like an eternity he let off a deep bellow and I feel his warmth spreading in my vent.

Sweaty and tired from all the exertion, he lets go of my exhausted spire and collapses on top of me. I hug him as best as I can, but he's such a massive rhino I can barely get my arms around him. I hear him start to snore, as I let myself drift off.

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As I come back to reality, at first I'm confused as to why I can't move. I vaguely remember what had just happened, when I realize the coach is still pinning me to the desk with his weight, snoring away. Realizing that I have no idea exactly how much time has passed; I start to move, trying to wake him up.

"Coach, Coach Brady, wake up, we can't sleep in here all day!"

I shake the massive rhino as he comes to. He looks at me with a vaguely glassy stare. Is he still under the influence of my pheromones?

"Uh...what...oh no...What just happened?" I can see him start to freak out, but his response is still quite muted, especially considering he's still hard inside my vent. I feel a spurt of precum as he groans, pulling out. When he's just about all pulled out he hesitates, then looks at me.

"Well coach, this is why I didn't have my head in the game, I was trying to not influence anyone with what I've got going on down there...although, I've never seen anyone so into it like you just were."

Recognition flashes across his face for a moment, as he hilts his throbbing cock back into me with a loud snort. At this point he groans and I feel another blast of warmth as he comes in me once more, his body wracked with pleasure as I see his muscles convulsing with a life of their own.

At this point he goes back to my tentacle cock and starts lapping it up again, pulling out of my vent. My cock is pretty spent of honey at this point, so he goes lower, sniffing my cum-filled vent. Is he going to...?

Sure enough, he takes a tentative lick, getting a mouthful of honey and his own cum. He seems pleased and goes back down, slurping and sucking as though there was nothing more natural in this world. He applies more pressure, causing our combing fluids to spill over his snout, erratically flicking his tongue to collect as much as he can.

As I lay back and let my coach clean up our fluids in his honey-crazed state, I wonder...what have I gotten myself into, and what are we going to do now?