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Chapter Fifteen - Weekend at Coach's, Part 1

Nathan Poleski's snout poked out of the tiny crack between his bedroom door and the frame surveying the empty hallway. Seeing the coast is clear, the floor barely creaked as 200 pounds of muscled red husky snuck down the hall and to the top of the stairs. The husky tip-toed barefoot down the stairs, skipping the last step from the landing that would creak and breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the bottom.

He was about to slip on a pair of flip flops when a gruff "AH-HEM!" came behind him. The massive husky's ears instantly turned back in submission as he yelped in surprise, nearly jumping out of his fur when he turned and accidentally slammed his bulk into the door and saw his father standing in the doorway between the entryway and the living room. The red husky stood slightly taller than his son and carried a bit extra from his age around his midsection. But he was still strong, and stern as a mountain.

"Going somewhere Nathan?" his father asked. Thomas Poleski was a former baseball pitcher, winning the Golden Spikes Award when he was in college and even was a hot pick in the minor league. That future of going pro fell short after Nathan was born, and while he had hoped his son would have followed in his cleats, the red husky chose football instead. Thomas was incredulous. Football of all sports.

"Oh, h-hey dad!" Nathan stammered a bit nervously and rubbed the back of his head, his arm flexed and stretched the tight-fitting t-shirt he wore that showed off his thick chest. "I was just gonna go hang out with some guys from the team, ya know?"

The older husky took a lumbering step forward, Nathan could have sworn the house shook every time the larger male walked around.

"Don't you have a game tomorrow?" Thomas asked, though he was not entirely certain when his son's games were. He didn't need his timid son going out, getting drunk and making a mistake like he did, the night before a big game.

Nathan winced, his ears were still pinned to the back of his head and looked down at his feet. It really hurt his feelings knowing his dad didn't come to his games, or even know when they played. Awkwardly, Nathan blurted out. "No dad, we played yesterday... we're celebrating our win." He half-lied.

"Oh..." Thomas blinked, and looked over what his son was wearing. "Dressed like some sort of preppy faggot?"

Nathan winced again as his paw tightened on the bronze door handle. He could have sworn he heard it crunch in his firm grip. He didn't say anything but counted to three in his head and exhaled. "I'll be home before midnight..." he promised under his breath.

Thomas only grunted and muttered under his breath as he turned around and went back into the living room. Nathan remained in the entryway for a few moments, his body shaking in fear and anger before he snatched his letterman from the coat rack before he wrenched the door open and slipped out into the evening.

Truth be told, he was going out to celebrate with a guy from the football team. That guy also happened to be the sexiest and hunkiest stud on the football team--the head coach. The rottweiler had invited the husky over to his place, and that made the husky extremely nervous. His first encounter with the rottweiler involved Nathan slipping into the coach's office and under his desk and sucking him off, just to get onto the team. He'd never done that before, but he was desperate to impress his father. After that, he had felt like a whore. It was only a few days after that, but he found out that a lot of the players on the team literally sucked up to coach.

He found that the guys on the football team were very open with their sexuality and had considered messing around with a few of them on occasion, but honestly they weren't his type. He preferred older, more mature and experienced men, like his coach. Nathan blushed as he thought about it and stuffed his massive paws into his black and orange letterman that bulged to contain the Safety. He stepped off the front porch and walked out into the chilly night, letting out small puffs of condensed vapor from his lightly panting muzzle.

Nathan hunched into his car, a rickety old machine that was just about as old as the husky. He shivered as he turned the ignition and heard it rattle and groan before it rumble to life. He cranked up the heat, but got blasted with cold air. It would be ten minutes before anything warm would come through the vents. As the engine warmed up, he pulled out his cellphone and plugged in Coach Collins's address to the GPS.

The drive there was uneventful, the husky gave a particularly strong performance as he sang along to Queen and even managed to hit the high note in one of his favorite songs. If football wasn't the path he had taken in life, he would have definitely started a band. The music definitely lifted his mood after his terse conversation with his dad, and soon he reached the gated community of Grandview. His jaw dropped on his steering wheel as he was beeped in and pulled up to the massive brick house lit up with lawn lights. To best describe the house would be to call it a mini-mansion. Nathan parked in the driveway and gawked as he walked up to the front porch.

He was about to ring the doorbell when the double poplar wood door opened and standing before him was the massive rottweiler himself, Coach Collins wearing a red polo, khaki shorts and socks. Nathan blushed as he looked over the handsome canine, rubbing his neck nervously as he felt like the rottweiler was already undressing him with his eyes.

"R-real nice place you've got here coach," Nathan said.

"Heh, glad you could make it Nathan," Coach Collins grinned, his jowls lifting to show his teeth. "Now are you gonna come inside or are we gonna be fucking on the front porch?"

Nathan stammered and clutched the duffle bag he had packed earlier into his car and stumbled over his feet and tripped right through the doorway and into Coach Collins' arms. Nathan's eyes wide when his lips met the hulking rottweiler, who didn't recoil one bit. Instead, his coach kissed him back. He melted and moaned as he tilted his head to the side, parting his lips as the black and tan canine's tongue slipped past them and tickled his teeth.

All negative thoughts of the uncomfortable conversation with his father completely vanished as the red husky turned into putty. The rottweiler spun him around and pinned him against the wall in the entryway, hearing the door kicked shut. There was a rough growl as Nathan's arms were lifted up over his head as Coach Collins's paws slid up under his letterman jacket over his ribs and along his shoulders and triceps. He flexed for the studly coach and felt the paws squeeze his arms as the rottweiler gave the husky a nip on the lip.

Nathan moaned as he felt his coach's bulge press against his sculpted abdominals, his ears pinned back to his head where they stayed as he pressed his hips forward to show his coach he was just as excited as the older dog. They both huffed and puffed each other's musk as they frotted their bulges and made out, sharing a long sloppy drooly kiss. Nathan just let Coach Collins lead the way, basking in the rottweiler's strength as his knees wobbled.

The kiss eventually broke, a strand of saliva connected their damp muzzles as Coach Collins backed up ever so slightly to give Nathan some space. He didn't even have to say a word as the husky eagerly unfastened the collar buttons on Collins's polo and then grabbed the hem of the shirt and tugged it off, revealing the magnificent muscle gut. Nathan's erection in his jeans stranded, begging to get out, but he ignored it for now. He was certain it would get released eventually, or bust the zipper on it's own.

He squatted down in front of his coach, his back to the wall as he breathed in the lovely musk that radiated from that furry body. He shuddered as the scent drove his senses wild, his jaw went slack as his tongue lolled out. His paws roamed the body before him, feeling the powerful lats and obliques under the silky black fur. They rippled under his touch, and Nathan looked up at the rottweiler. Coach's head was bowed, watching the younger male worship him intently. Collins was panting, which was a good sign for the husky to continue what he was doing.

Placing his paws on Collins's hips, Nathan blushed as he got a good look at the bulge in front of him, already damp with excitement. His paws shook as he reached for the button that barely contained the prize inside. He pulled it loose and yelped in surprise when Coach's thick red rocket sprung free and slapped him across the snout, leaving a trail of precum as the cockhead flexed and oozed the clear fluids on Nathan's muzzle.

A pair of hands reached down, one gripped the husky's hair and the other held his chin as he was guided to the shaft without a word. Nathan opened his muzzle for his coach, his tongue curling over his teeth as his taste buds were treated to the sweet salty pre. Coach Collins exhaled through his nose as he impaled the husky's throat with every inch of his cock, hearing a soft thud as the back of Nathan's head hit the wall.

Satisfied the husky wasn't going anywhere, Coach Collins grabbed Nathan's wrists and held them over his head as he held his hips still, letting his cock stretch the husky's throat. Nathan remained in his position, finding it difficult to not struggle around his coach's cock as time ticked by. He wasn't sure how long he held his breath before his body began to shake from the lack of oxygen. Coach Collins pulled back, a wet slurp could be heard as Nathan drooled pre and saliva.

"Good boy," Coach Collins praised as he brought a paw down to give the husky an ear scritch. "You were sucking for a good minute there. Let's see if you can hold it longer."

Nathan was certain his eyes were hearts as the rottweiler fed him his cock again, eliciting a wet glk from the husky as his throat was stuffed with that fat puppymaker. His nose pressed against Coach Collins's sheath, inhaling the intoxicating musk as the fat balls tapped his chin. He groaned and relaxed, deepthroating his coach right there in the entryway of his house.

He was stirred from his stupor when he heard a tense groan and Coach pulled back briefly before shoving his cock in deep and hard. Nate's eyes opened wide when his lips were parted by the fat knot at the base and the sudden flood of sticky hot cum filling his throat and bubbling up to his muzzle, causing it to balloon up. He squirmed as he remembered that he needed to swallow, and began to nurse on the climaxing rottweiler's shaft.

Coach Collins pulled out, letting Nathan gasp for fresh air as he shot streaks of cum across the husky's face. Nathan looked up at the rottweiler in admiration as he panted heavily, feeling oxygen return to his brain and limbs. Coach Collins guffawed and ruffled his head, mostly to smear the cum into the red fur.

"Heh, bite a bit more than you could chew, Poleski?" the rottie grinned as he stroked his cock, squeezing out the last bit of cum from his orgasm and let it smear on the husky's nose. "You passed out on my dick, but you didn't seem to mind."

Nathan blushed as he looked up past the cock that was dangling in front of his face, feeling a little silly as the rottweiler pulled him up by the wrists so they were standing face to face. Despite being a muscle-bound jock, Nathan felt dwarfed in comparison to the rottweiler, feeling like he was nothing more than a puppy to the bigger, alpha male. His curly tail wagged furiously as he felt the weight of the rottie's shaft against his stomach, leaking precum through the fabric. He was painfully aware of his erection now, straining in his pants, completely soaked through. If he didn't know better, Nathan would've bet he came at some point.

Coach Collins must have noticed the husky's predicament as well, because he reached down and gave a solid grope to the jock's crotch and then rubbed the musky stain all over before lifting his paw for Nathan to sniff and lick. The rottweiler praised him for his willing obedience, whispering the words that made any of his boys drop their pants. "Good jockslut."

Simply nodding in agreement, Nathan's head spun from the excitement and the lack of blood and oxygen in his brain. He found himself literally floating when his hunky coach swept him off his feet. The red husky hooked his arms around the rottweiler's beefy neck, nuzzling into the crook between the coach's bulging biceps and his massive pecs, the prime spot for sweat and musk. Nathan drank in the masculine scent from his coach's armpit, his eyes rolling back as he groaned hornily as he was guiding around the house. 'Fuck, coach smells so good,' Nathan salivated as he felt his cock pulse hard in his wet jockstrap, feeling his fur dampen along his thigh as pre oozed down his leg, leaving a trail of precum.

Moving across the entryway, Coach Collins walked around with a drooling jock in his arms. The 200-pound Safety was comically held cradled against the rottie's bare chest, nuzzling the short black and tan fur that tickled his nose. The husky's snout continued to wander, pressing up under the armpit closest to his face and began to lick. If anyone from outside could have seen the two canines, it would have looked like a massive dog who couldn't realize he had outgrown his owner and was still trying to be a lapdog. Despite his older age and the difficulty of carrying the red and white jockslut in such a way, Coach Collins didn't complain once. He loved his boys and how eager they were, so if he had to flex his muscles every now and then to indulge in activities both males desperately craved, he would oblige the best he could.

He brought Nathan into the living room as his muscles strained from the weight, heading for the sectional U-shaped couch in front of a massive TV screen. He sat down, hearing the couch creak beneath the sudden weight of two hunky males. Now that he had support holding the Safety, Coach Collins could now move the jock however he pleased. He kept one paw on the back of the husky's head, keeping him buried in the crook of his arm and flexed his upper arm, securing the jock's head from ever moving until the coach was satisfied with the tongue bath on his sweaty armpit. His other paw gripped the firm, jean-clad asscheek of the jock and moved him so he was now lying chest down across the rottweiler's thighs. This elicited a loud, slutty moan from the jockslut who was unintentionally grinding his bulging erection against the cushions of the couch as he pushed his ass back to meet the Coach's massive paw that was kneading his rump.

The paw unfastened the loop that held the pants up to his curled tail, which wagged up at the rottweiler, as if to tantalize the other canine. Though they both knew that the rottweiler could take it anytime he wanted. Coach Collins pulled the back of the husky's jeans down, sliding them off those lovely hips that followed the movement of the tail, shaking back and forth, begging the coach to abuse them. He pulled the jeans just far enough down to reveal the two fuzzy mounds and the signature sign of a jockstrap. The waistband and the two straps that followed the curvature of the ass cheeks, it was mouthwatering to Collins. He took his paw off the jeans and brought his palm down on the husky's ass cheek. He watched the body stiffen up as Nathan's head tried to jerk up, but found that it couldn't as a muffled groan escaped the trapped husky's muzzle as the muscled cheek rippled from the spanking. A moment passed before there was another slap as Coach Collins spanked the other cheek, watching the husky's ass bounce.

Nathan struggled, his massive body shook in sharp pleasured ruptures that emanated from his ass cheeks. He pushed back, his tail bouncing as his ass began to sting from every slap his coach gave him. The white on both his face and ass cheeks began to redden due to different circumstances. He knew he wasn't being punished, he was being rewarded for yesterday's game. Nathan had gotten an incredible return and helped clinch a victory against a very good team, which is why he was now grunting and gasping muzzle deep in his coach's armpit and stiff as a rock. His ears pinned back as he whined like a bitch as his back arched, lifting his ass to meet the studly rottweiler's palm as Nathan succumbed to the rhythm. There was no pain for the husky, only a feeling of heat that radiated every time his coach connected his paw to his ass. A dull, throbbing sensation immediately replaced the heat when the paw lifted, which oddly turned the husky on. He craved feeling a rough partner taking advantage of his backside, and while the occasional tryst with Coach was fun, it wasn't ever enough for the husky. It was only after joining the team, he began to go searching for hook up apps, especially the bigger male types.

He found himself recollecting a regular hookup after their football games, pinned chest to chest in an empty corridor by a crocodile who spared no expense to empty his seed into the needy husky. He initially hooked up with Mr. Kebos through Howlr, during halftime in the team's first game. His profile picture just showed a toothy grin underneath a red and white trucker cap and profile said nearby hookup and looking for a quick fuck. After hooking up with Mr. Kebos after the first four games of the season, he thought the crocodile was just a big fan and came to every game. Until he saw the crocodile standing proudly next to his wife and son, Khalid Kebos, who was one of the defensive line players on the team. He had seen the wedding ring on the crocodile's finger, but that hadn't stopped him before, and it definitely didn't stop them from hooking up again in the future. In the back of his mind, he suspected he craved a father figure like Coach Collins and Mr. Kebos, someone who was proud of their son and could and would support him, pun intended.

"Did you pass out again?" He heard Coach Collins' deep gruff voice pull him to the present. The husky couldn't very well see from his position, but the rottweiler was grinning to himself, his jowls lifted to show his teeth. His palm was now rubbing and squeezing the battered areas, the dull throbbing never stopped.

Nathan blushed harder and wagged his tail as he felt the rottweiler's paw pry his asscheeks apart and expose his tailhole which winked and flexed as he felt the coach's thumb massage the wrinkled flesh. The sensation was mouth-watering, causing the husky to moan hotly into his coach's armpit as the digit moved southward to the taint, pressing firmly against it. Nathan felt his cock pulse in his soaked jockstrap as Coach Collins thumb moved up and down, teasing him relentlessly.

The husky wriggled his butt, begging with his body to be ravished by the rottweiler. He felt the paw start moving back up along the inside of the cleft of his asscheek, the coach's claw tracing up along the ridge of his taint, making Nathan gasp and lift his ass higher as the finger prodded his tailhole. The hole offered little resistance, being more pliable than most as the finger slid in all the way to the second knuckle. Nathan gasped as the finger found his pleasure button, feeling slightly embarrassed at how much it turned him on knowing how loose he was due to the hands-on anal training he's had with Coach, Mr. Kebos, and the other daddy-types he hooked up with. The husky liked to think he drove them all mad with how well-trained his muscular ass was.

Coach Collins added another finger, scissoring Nathan's stretchy asshole open and heard a muffled moan come from his armpit, watching the red muscular body shudder from the ordeal. The rottweiler panted heavily as he watched Nathan keep his tail up and out of the way, letting the kinky old dog see his fingers play with the jockslut's flexible tailhole. He wondered how much the husky could take, adding a third and fourth finger when Nathan's ass loosened up a bit more. His erection throbbed madly against Nathan's stomach, oozing precum against the soft belly fur.

The rottweiler continued to stuff his fingers in and out of the fleshy ring of muscle. He was certain he would have been able to push his entire fist into the Safety's asshole and then some, and the insatiable jockslut would have begged for more. It wasn't something the Coach had ever done nor had any interest in doing, but the naughty idea briefly crossed his mind as he pulled his fingers out, leaving the ring red, puffy and gaping open. The big dog heard Nathan whine, the sound of a bitch on the edge of desperate need. He grinned and pushed his fingers back into the well-trained tailhole that swallowed his fingers to the third knuckle. The husky's passage was so hot and his anal ring clenched around the thick digits when they pushed in deep to rub the husky's nut button, and then relaxed when he pulled them back to the tips.

Nathan was drooling uncontrollably against the damp pit, the rottweiler's scent was now ingrained in his memory. Coach's sweat coated his snout as his eyes rolled back, feeling the intense pleasure building up inside him as his prostate was massaged and teased. He wasn't sure how much more his drenched pants could take before his aching boner would rip through the restraining fabric as he grinded against the couch for some sort of relief. He knew Coach was just as pent up as he was, despite already having an orgasm. He could feel the rottweiler's massive chub pressing against his abs, leaking more precum than the husky was. Awkwardly, he brought a hand up and groped the rottie's balls, they were so huge and barely fit in the palm of his pawpads. Nathan wanted to feel them pressed against his own, pumping Coach's pups deep into his belly.

The thought of Coach tied to him, his powerful hips driving against his upturned ass and the fingers pressing his love button sent the poor oversexed husky into a spasm. He moaned again, his sphincter vice gripped on Coach's fingers, while his body spasmed and husky fluids erupted around them. He was certain his cock erupted, but he wasn't entirely sure as he shuddered and wiggled, pushing back against the rottweiler's paw, trying to get more, despite the limitations.

After the intense minute long orgasm, Coach Collins pulled his sticky fingers out of the husky's gaped hole, wiping the husky's juice against his fluffy ass and lifted his arm, letting Nathan free. The husky gasped for fresh air, his tongue lolled out of his mouth as saliva connected his chin to the pit he'd so graciously worshipped over the past fifteen minutes of being finger fucked.

"Damn, Poleski. You've been practicing... just a few months ago, you were just a shy pup hiding under my desk." The rottweiler let his paws play with the husky's panting muzzle, rubbing his thumb over Nathan's tongue, letting him get a taste of his own ass. "Begging to do anything to get on the team..." He mused as Nathan looked at him in absolute bliss, his eyelids were half open, the pupils dilated and he wasn't sure if the husky was even comprehending what was going on. "And now, you're a pro on and off the field."

Coach Collins let his paws wander over the compliant jockslut, pulling the cum-soaked jockstrap and jeans down further. Nathan's cock sprung free, flinging cum across the rottweiler's muscle gut as he was lifted up to straddle the massive rottweiler. Coach Collins managed to wedge his fat cock between the husky's asscheeks, grinding up to find it's mark.

They remained like this with Nathan grinding on his coach without penetration, panting each other's heavy scent. The husky was so horny and he desperately wanted the rottie's massive dick inside him and nothing would stop him.

"Guessing you want the poppers?" he heard Coach say, and simply nodded as he looked over his shoulder, trying to spot the cock that was hotdogging him.

There was a pause as the coach reached over to the side table and grabbed a small brown bottle, and brought it up to the husky's snout.

"Knock yourself out pup," Coach Collins said, catching a slight whiff of the chemical and his cock ached more.

The husky pressed his cold nose to the top of the offered and inhaled, his ears pinning back submissively as his entire body relaxed as warm emotions washed over him. A switch in his brain turned on, everything else vanished and all he craved now was his studly coach.

Nathan put his paws on the rottie's pecs, playing with the rottie's fleshy nubs as he was lowered onto Coach's cock. The pointed cock head slipped into his loosened asshole without a problem, gliding in before the flesh thickened and soon stretched him even wider than the fingers. He let out an involuntary moan as he pushed down until he was sitting right on top of the fat knot.

Gripping the husky's hips, Coach Collins wasted no more time and began to guide Nathan's body, lifting him up and sitting him back down, hearing the wet squelch of precum and husky juices mix as he fucked the pup. He thrusted up, watching the husky's stomach bulge slightly out from the size of his cock. It was so fucking hot to the rottweiler seeing these toned jocks get fucked and boosted his ego as he sunk himself into the deep recesses of the husky's internal organs, stretching them wide and then leaving them hollow and empty inside, desperate to feel that full again, which he graciously fulfilled those wishes moments later when he hilted inside the jockslut.

Throwing his head back, Nathan howled as he was stuffed full of rottweiler meat, riding the best he could on instinct. He felt his submissive side go into overdrive as he slammed his ass down, trying to get that fat knot inside his stretchy tailhole just to feel the warmth of Coach's cum flood his guts. Drool dribbled down his chin and cheek as his tongue lolled out of the side, panting heavily as he bounced with reckless abandon on the rottweiler's lap. He was caught off guard when Coach paused and pulled out of his ass with a wet slurp, leaving his gaping hole wide open and dripping with clear fluids.

"Stay." Coach Collins ordered as he kept the husky facing the cushions, paws gripping the back of the couch as the rottweiler got up and got behind him. Nathan took another whiff of the poppers, tongue lolling out as his eyelids drooped as felt Coach Collins' warm, guiding hands grapple his meaty ass cheeks, spreading them wide open as he realigned his cock head to the husky's raw puffy asshole and slammed in.

Both dogs howled in unison as Coach Collins hilted his jockslut, paused, gripped the husky's shoulders and then pulled out before shoving himself back in while pulling the husky back with his paws. The jockslut groaned with the couch as it moved against the hardwood floor as powerful rottweiler hips pounded the poor husky's sore rump. The cacophony of sounds that escaped the husky's muzzle was music to the rottweiler's ears as he repeated the process, giving all he had to the jockslut, knot and all. The pliable husky anus stretched wide around the member as it filled him and then released it as it roughly pulled out, only to be filled once more not a moment later.

The clapping asscheeks and balls echoed off the walls in the living room as the couch beneath the two titans rocked back and forth with their rigorous lovemaking. To the poor neighbors who lived next door, it sounded like construction work in the middle of the night when sweaty men jackhammering for hours. Their relief came when Coach Collins hunched over the smaller husky and gripped him close, pushing his knot in one last time, feeling the ruined tailhole give in before it clenched around the fat bulbous flesh and squeezed around it in a final tie. He growled and bit the husky's scruff, holding his bitch in place as he pumped the jockslut full of his cum. One of his paws had wandered around to the husky's stomach, feeling his cock bulging and the forceful spurts of cum push the belly out slightly before it began to swell up like a balloon.

Neither male said anything, just the sound of heavy breathing and moaning shared between them as they basked in the afterglow of the intense mating. Nathan panted hotly, feeling incredibly full as the dull throbbing on his ass and the poppers continued to keep him on cloud nine. He could feel Coach Collins' rapid heartbeat through the rottweiler's veiny cock, pulsing deep inside him, the thick knot acting as a dam and keeping all that warm, gooey rottweiler seed from making an absolute mess in the front room.

They remained this way for a while, huffing and puffing, catching their breath and coming back to their senses. Occasionally the sound of cars passing by on the road and their headlights coming through the closed blinds, flickered across the sweat and cum covered bodies of the two males. Nathan kept his eyes closed as he rested his head on the top of the couch, panting as he couldn't help but wiggle his hips against the rottweiler's groin. He received a gruff chuckle and a soft rub against his arched backside.

The sound of a car pulling up a curb and the headlights beaming through the blinds startled Nathan, who's ears perked up and he looked over his shoulder as Coach Collins stood behind him, seemingly unphased by the unknown arrival. The sound of the ignition being turned off and a door opening and closing sent Nathan into a slight panic. 'Who did Coach invite over?' he wondered as footsteps approached the front door.

Keys jingled, the knob turned and someone entered the foyer. Nathan couldn't see them due to the partitioned wall as he heard someone humming and then stopped. They were sniffing the air before there was a chuckle and they stepped into the room, reaching for the lightswitch and revealed the two stuck males.

An enormous Newfoundland leaned against the wall, wearing a light blue button-up dress shirt that barely contained the soft fluffy black fur underneath. He wore slacks that hinted at some impressive legs, though it seemed he was less muscle and more mass.

"Aww, started without me, Dom?" He said, his voice jolly and teasing as the bulge in the front began to form, growing down the leg of his pants.

Nathan looked aghast from the big black dog to the black and tan one behind him.

Coach Collins met the husky's confused face and grinned unabashedly. "Poleski, meet my husband, Eddie." He ruffled the husky's hair and looked at the Newfoundland. "Just the appetizer really. He's at least staying over for dinner."

"Well... I hope he'll save room for desert." Eddie retorted, unfastening his belt and dropped his slacks, revealing a gorgeous bone that made Nathan's mouth water.

Though, who was Nathan kidding? He found any cock of any shape and size gorgeous. Eddie stepped in front of him, taking the bottle of poppers from Nathan's paw. He took a whiff before holding it in front of the husky. Nathan took a sniff and moaned as he felt warm and tingly again, his body relaxing as he felt Coach's knot pop out of his ass and Eddie's cock press against his snout.

As Nathan took his coach's husband's cock into his mouth the two dogs shared a deep kiss overhead as Coach Collins reinserted himself back into the husky's stretched hole. The Newfoundland's paw gripped his hair and pushed his dick into Nathan's gullet, feeling it stretch around the length and started to pump his hips back and forth. Nathan moaned and closed his eyes as the two males began to fuck him, a stray thought crossed his mind that he might have to break his promise to his dad about being home by midnight.

Fuck him.