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Admittedly, it made Angelo a little nervous to sneak on campus during a pandemic, but the danger of covid also didn't feel real. They closed all the schools a month ago, and the bored teenager had spent the last month spinning his wheels at home with his family. But then the young flamedramon got a text from his best friend about meeting at their high school. His friend managed to score a few blunts from a cousin, and since the school was supposed to be totally abandoned, it made sense as a meeting place to smoke pot. Or, Angelo guessed it did. Still, he felt a little watched as he hopped the fence at the back of the campus property. Across a field he saw a group huddled in the shade of the athletics building. The building housed the coaches' offices, a set of swimming pools for the swim team, and weight lifting rooms for their school's robust athletics program.

Angelo trotted across the field to his friends. Three other teenagers waited for him: a thin-faced coyote, a skunk with brown patches in his fur, and a scrawny, green scaled lizard currently setting his lighter to one of the blunts.

The skunk, Cory, waved Angelo over, saying, "We didn't know if you were going to come."

"I had to move some things around in my schedule," Angelo joked. "You know, busy day."

Kevin, the lizard, took a hit of the blunt before he motioned to the other furs. "These two chuckle-fucks made the same joke."

"You laughed the first time," Leon, the coyote, pointed out. He took the blunt when Kevin offered it to him.

Angelo glanced around the field.

Cory elbowed him. "Don't be so paranoid, dude. I checked the parking lot, no one's here."

Leon coughed a little as he took a hit. "Kevin for once had a good idea."

"Psh, Kevin also brought the snacks," Kevin said, "So all of you better be fucking grateful."

"Hope you planned to clean up after yourselves."

All of them started when they heard a voice call out from around the corner of the building. "Fuck, run!" Cory shouted, but Angelo froze up when he saw who it was.

Coach Dre had been hired by their high school, fresh out of college, when Angelo was a freshman. The tall, athletic snow leopard had a swimmer's build--all slim and sharply defined muscle. And the flamedramon felt a mixture of dread and embarrassment as he saw his coach in a speedo for the first time, fur still wet from swimming. He was about thirty paces away, but Coach Dre knew Angelo's parents. Which meant if Angelo ran, his parents would hear from email or phone call where Angelo had been.

Since the lockdown, Drew had been sneaking up to the school to swim each day. He lived within walking distance of the high school, so it was nice break from his house. He took care of the pool, and used the waters to soothe in the mess of this pandemic. Today, he had expected to be like any other day, but when he went to his office to check his phone, he heard yammering from the other side of the wall. The last thing he expected, though, was one of his students gawking at him.

Angelo was a sleek flamedramon whose leathery hide was a sharp silver and black with bright golden eyes. He was a bit on the short side for a swimmer, but the slim digimon worked hard and had been on the varsity swim team since sophomore year. Drew had, one too many times, been distracted by the way the teenager's sleek, silver front glistened with water when he came out of the pool.

The other kids fled, but Angelo stayed where he was, so Drew called out, "If you're not going to run off, get over here so we can talk, Angel."

The flamedramon crossed the distance with his eyes at the ground, one arm hugged over his chest and squeezing the other. Coach Dre sighed, prompting Angelo to ask, "Are you going to tell my parents?"

"I don't know yet. Why don't you come inside for the time being while I think about it."

Cowed, Angelo followed his coach into the athletics building.

Drew considered what to do with his athlete. He wasn't against weed, even if Angelo smoking it could get the flamedramon in trouble if the wrong person caught him. He could have let the kid go, but... Drew knew he wanted some kind of excuse to keep Angelo around. He lived alone, and had not seen a single person since the quarantine began. A lot of possibilities went through Drew's mind.

They cut across the room that kept their pools, walking around it down to a hallway that housed the locker rooms and Drew's office. He opened the door for Angelo and gestured inside the office, "Have a seat."

Drew's office was a desk, a small window up against the ceiling, a couch along the wall, two chairs before the desk and the office chair behind it. On the wall he kept his degree, but otherwise the bare brick walls offered little personality or comfort.

Angelo took a seat, thoughts riddled with anxiety. Drew did not sit down behind his desk, however, but at the couch in the room. He folded his arms and said, "Look at me, Angel."

Angelo looked up. Coach Dre had these sharp, violet eyes that seemed to gaze right through him. Above the leopard's left eye was brow piercing, and on his chest Angelo noticed for the first time the barbell nipple piercings on his coach. The snow leopard always wore a shirt during practice, but with his fur a little weighted down by water the piercings stood out. As did the detailed lines of his pecs and abdomen. Angelo blushed, feeling a little weird for staring at the older male.

Angelo fumbled to break the silence, "How much trouble am I in?"

Coach Dre sighed. "I don't know, kid. Don't you know weed's illegal in this state? What if I was a cop? You know they sometimes drive by here to make sure no one is loitering, right?"

Angelo grimaced. "I had no clue..."

"Yeah, so you're lucky I found your dumbass."

"So I'm not in trouble?" Angelo asked.

Coach's thick tail slapped the couch. "No." He said, "I am just trying to figure out your punishment. Whether or not I should tell your parents."

"Please coach, I'll do anything." Angelo blurted. "Just don't tell my parents."

"What if I have you do pool maintenance until the regular support staff are back?"

Angelo nodded. "Anything you say, coach."

"Nah, that's too easy." Coach Dre snapped his finger, "Oh, I know."

"What?"

Coach Dre smirked. "Tell me, Angel, you ever fool around with anyone before?"

Angelo's eyes went wide.

"You're what, seventeen this summer?"

The flamedramon nodded, feeling a lump swell in his throat.

Coach Dre opened his legs, a bulge straining his speedo. He said, "With this quarantine, it's hard for anyone to take care of their needs."

"Sir, are you, uh, saying--"

"You never answered my first question, Angel."

"No," Angel looked at the floor between them. "I never found the right girl."

"Ever think about guys before?"

"Coach I'm really not comfortable--"

"Stand up, Angel."

Angelo stood before he even thought to resist. Coach Dre got up as well, was right next to Angelo. The tall snow leopard touched a paw to the flamedramon's chin. When the teenager looked up his coach's lips were there, pushing into his. They were soft, warm. The paw on Angelo's silver chin brushed to the back of his head to hold him in place while those lips massaged against the flamedramon's. He shuddered, thought to pull away but couldn't. Angelo always looked up to Coach Dre, wanted to be like the snow leopard when he was older. He never thought his coach was gay. Or considered that his admiration for the older male might be...

Drew purred when the flamedramon started kissing him back. Those young, unsure hands touched the feline's stomach. Not to push the older leopard away, but as if to test if this was real. Drew cupped Angelo's cheek as the flamedramon finally let the older man's tongue in the boy's mouth. Angelo whimpered a little. An adorable sound that made Drew lust for the teenager harder. His other paw wrapped around the small of Angelo's back and pulled him close, so the bulge in his gym shorts rubbed against the coach's speedo.

It started to feel like a dream. His coach kissing him. Those lips firm in their pressure, feline tongue rasping over his more reptilian one. As their bulges pressed together, the flamedramon could not deny how good he felt. How hot his coach was, or how much he wanted the leopard to touch him. His hands roved up and down Coach Dre's back, admiring how soft his fur was, how defined the muscles were. He grabbed the leopard's toned butt and his coach growled.

Drew finally broke the kiss, both males' lips wet and quivering with need. The leopard chuckled, "You're a natural, Angel."

Angelo blushed and mumbled, "Kissing has never felt that good."

The pleased rumble from the leopard's chest made Angelo's tail shiver. "Maybe you've been kissing the wrong people," Coach Dre suggested.

"Does this mean you won't tell my parents?"

The leopard laughed. He backed off, shaking his head, "Oh kid, we are far from done."

"O-oh..."

Coach Dre smirked. "You scared?"

Angelo considered if what he felt was fear. What he felt in his gut was the same during the day of a swimming meet. Not fear, raw nerves. He was nervous. He asked, "Wh-why me coach?"

Drew was used to Angelo being a loud goofball who was always ready to dive into anything. This bashful side of him was adorable. It made the older leopard's sheath stir a little more. He placed a comforting paw on Angelo's shoulder, "I admit, Angel, I've had my eye on you since I've been at this school."

"You have?"

"Heh, yeah," the paw on Angelo's shoulder slid down his side, squeezing the flamedramon through his tank-top. "How could I not with these striking colors, this nice little sleek body, those thighs and--"

"I get it!" Angelo snapped. The leopard snickered and the flamedramon muttered, "No one has ever found me hot before. I mostly just get called a shrimp."

Angelo was a little on the shorter side, but Drew told him, "You still got time to hit another growth spurt. I think you look great, Angel."

"Th-thanks."

Drew stepped in and kissed the teenager again. "I'm not finished coming onto you yet," he purred.

"Coach," Angelo breathed.

"Would you like more?"

Angelo thought of the kiss again. How hot it made him feel. How good Coach Dre's body felt against his. He whispered, "Yes, please."

Coach Dre leaned in and growled in his ear. "Then lose the shorts and put your hands on my desk, presenting that tight little ass to me."

Angelo, trembling a little, listened. He kicked off his shorts, faced away from Coach Dre and set his hands on the desk. Lastly, he lifted his tail and spread his legs.

"Good boy," Drew purred. It was such an enticing sight: the flamedramon's half-hard cock and balls dangled between a set of refined thighs. The boy's hips were a little wider than his shoulders, giving him a feminine figure. That silver to his hide went down his stomach, covered his cock, and arched back up just between the globes of his ass. It was round and full, and Drew knew it would only get bigger when Angelo filled out with age. He said, "There'd be guys who would kill for this view." That tail quivered a little, and Drew couldn't help but ask, "How does that make you feel, Angel?"

"Um..." the flamedramon stared at the desk thinking of the right words. It made Angelo feel hot. And not just attractive, but his cock was quickly coming to life. A flood of moments from the last few years began to realign in his head. Moments that should have clued him into the fact he was into guys. He even had dreams about Coach Dre before! God, he couldn't stop his dick from getting hard. He took a breath and answered, "I like it, sir."

Drew knelt behind his student and grabbed his now stiff cock. The flamedramon jumped a little, biting his lip as smooth pawpads teased across his cock. Drew chuckled and tugged on the flesh a little, admiring how the foreskin pulled up and down. He said, "You're pretty big, you know that?"

"I--I am?"

"Yeah, kid, you are." Drew squeezed the tip, getting just a bead of pre out of the boy. He leaned in and dragged his feline tongue from the underside of the head all the way to the base. That sandpapery tongue pulled up Angelo's foreskin as it tugged upwards. Angelo moaned, a little girlish sound from the still maturing boy. Drew next tasted Angelo's balls. They were coated in a light sheen of sweat from the hot day. Each orb rolled on his tongue, filling the leopard's palette with potent, teenage musk. He could tell Angelo had not showered today, but it just left them extra musky. The taste of them made Drew's cock start to push out against his speedo.

Angelo never had anyone touch him there, but now he could not imagine telling Coach Dre to stop. The leopard's tongue peeled sweat off the flamedramon's scrotum before it raked his tender taint. When it touched there, Angelo rolled up onto his tiptoes, gasping. Coach Dre growled and kissed that spot hard, making Angelo stay on his toes a moment before that tongue dug in between his butt. The moment it did, Angelo came back down, pushing into his coach's mouth as some new impulse told him this was right. Angelo grit his teeth when the oral muscle teased against his entrance. The flamedramon's silver pucker clenched reflexively, the tender flesh teased by that rough tongue. The contrast made his rear itch. Like Angelo needed more there, more stimulation. He wanted Coach Dre to fuck him, he realized. Even though he knew this was wrong, knew the twenty-four year old had no business doing this to one of his students, Angelo had never been so aroused in his life.

When Angelo pushed his ass into Drew's face he almost laughed. He almost called the teenager an eager slut. But Angelo was too hungry. He pulled apart that full ass and swirled his tongue around the flamedramon's pucker. Its earthy musk reminded Drew of the neediest guys he fucked in college. He decided in that moment he was going to use Angelo _a lot_before the teenager graduated. Though, judging by the way he reacted to the leopard making out with his tailhole, Drew was certain the flamedramon would be willing. There was just something so hot about one of his students grinding his butt down against Drew's face. He coated that pucker in a sheen of saliva, lashed it with his tongue till the rim was puffy and a little red with need. The panting flamedramon was a bitch in heat, and Drew was all too happy to sate both their needs.

Coach Dre stood, and soon a cock, slick in sheath fluids, rubbed against Angelo's entrance. The flamedramon sucked in a breath while his coach pushed up against his back. Coach Dre nipped one of Angelo's sensitive, black horns. He was panting while his coach adjusted himself so his cock was perfectly lined up.

"You know if we do this, I'm going to own you, Angel," Coach Dre growled. "Any time I want you, all I'll need to do is send you a text and you'll have to come running."

The thought of giving the leopard all that control just made Angelo's cock flex, a drippy string of precum slipping from the urethra. He wanted it. It was like Coach Dre turned a key inside him. Nothing had ever felt this good or this important. He rolled his hips backwards, cock threatening to penetrate the boy as he begged, "Please, Coach Dre, make me yours. Fuck me, please."

"Heh, good boy," Drew whispered before grabbing the teenager's hips and pulling him down on his cock. The flamedramon clenched down soon as the first few inches of snow leopard cock speared him open. His walls were tight and warm. The promising virgin tunnel squeezed up and down Drew's dick.

"F-fuck," Angelo gasped.

Drew understood, and held the boy there. He reached around and groped the flamedramon's organ. The hot, teenage cock throbbed in his grip. The leopard pumped the boy's dick and whispered, "It always hurts at first. Just relax, it will feel good."

"Yes, sir," Angelo huffed. The flamedramon willed himself to relax. Coach Dre's hand stroking him off helped. If not for the ache in his rear, Angelo might have cum from his coach's hand-job. But he didn't want that. He wanted coach's cock to make him cum. After a few moments, enough of the pain receded that he said, "I'm ready, coach."

"That's it," Drew praised the boy, "You always bounce back better than ever." Drew purred against the teenager, gyrating his hips ever so slightly, more of his thick, barbed cock stroking inside that hot vent. Angelo panted while Drew continued pumping his dick and whispering, "It was so hard to resist pulling you aside, you know? Seeing this tight ass come dripping out of the water, your cute little face looking at me like all you wanted to do was please me." Angelo moaned, the words having their desired effect as the boy heated up. "Some nights I'd stay up thinking of you begging for my cock."

"I want it sir," Angelo breathed. "Fuck I want it--I've never wanted anything more."

"Are you sure?" Drew chuckled, "There's a lot of it."

"I want all of it," Angelo whined, grinding backwards. His rear was now all warm heat and pleasure. That cock sliding more and more inside him. "Please sir, don't be gentle. Don't go easy on me. Fuck me..." Angelo moaned, "Fuck me coach!"

Laughing a little from the power-trip, Drew pulled out, all nine inches of his cock nearly sliding free before he hilted the boy. Angelo screamed. It was high and near pain, but it was a different kind of agony when Drew's hips slapped the flamedramon's butt. The cock in his paws throbbed and fired cum across Drew's desk. He pumped the cock faster, saying, "That's a good boy. Cum for me Angel, cum." The flamedramon was all whimper and moan while his balls drained their potent teenage seed. Enough to put most boys to shame. The room smelled of the heady musk of teenage spunk, but they were far from done.

Angelo remained dazed until Coach Dre started pulling out again. Those barbs rubbed against that spot again. Angelo didn't know it was his prostate, all he knew was those barbs made him feel good. And when that cock ploughed in again that spot exploded with pleasure. He felt it in his cock and balls. All this pressure and fullness. The warmth of his coach's endowment hollowing him out. The older snow leopard grabbed Angelo's hips, claws digging into his leathery hide just a little as he pounded the teenager's ass. Angelo could not get enough of it. Having that little nub of pleasure stroked over and over again meant he never went soft. He came down from his high only to be on the edge again as his coach used his body for all it was worth.

Drew grit his teeth in concentration, trying to fuck his boy best he could. He Had a front row view of that asshole pushing in and pulling out as his red cock pistoned back and forth. His balls slapped the younger boy's while that tight hole clenched up and down his cock. Angelo was gone. He had fallen onto his elbows, ass only held up by Drew as the leopard continued fucking the teenager senseless. The flamedramon drooled onto the desk, eyes a little glazed over. The boy's dick swung up and down, slapping his belly while Drew plundered his asshole for all it was worth. Stirring up that flamedramon's ass felt better than most of the fucks of Drew's life. Maybe the best fuck. Oh he was keeping this slut, alright. And there was so much training and teaching to do, but for now...

Drew snarled and slammed inside his slut. His cock jerked inside the boy's tight heat before the first wave of spunk fired into the flamedramon. Drew reached down and grabbed the boy's cock. He just needed to touch it to make Angelo blow again. A keening whine escaped flamedramon's lips. The boy's ass clenched and milked Drew's shaft as seed filled the teenager up. His first-time and Drew had fucked the teenager senseless. Into a blissful heap. Cum dripped and spilled and squirted from the boy's cock. His balls clenching and churning against his coach's while the older man dumped his seed into his student.

The snow leopard dragged his tongue along Angelo's nape, rousing the teenager a little from the blissful haze he had been in. His whole world had exploded into a pleasure so great he lost time. Coach Dre purred, "Mmm, you're mine now, slut."

With his coach's cock still draining seed inside him, the teenage flamedramon could not imagine wanting to be anything else.