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Alan walked down the halls of the sports complex, counting off door numbers as he approached his destination. The river otter had some simple slacks and a polo on, having just come from his daytime job. In the bag over his shoulder he carried his soccer gear, but he didn't need that just yet.

Finally arriving at the proper door, Alan double checked the nameplate, Mason Flynn, and knocked twice. Hearing a deep voice say "Come in", he entered the office proper. Sitting behind the desk was a large moose, with thick brown fur and an impressive rack of antlers. The head soccer coach was wearing a russet colored shirt with a burgundy tie, but he loosened it and leaned back in his chair as Alan walked in.

"Ah, Mr. Gray! Glad you could make it a little early like I asked." The moose gestured to the chairs in front of his desk.

The otter chose one and sat, setting his bag on the other. "It's no problem, really. I go in a little earlier and nobody cares when I leave. One of the benefits of an office job." Alan leaned back in his chair, glancing around the office. He'd been in here once before for his interview, but he'd been more focused on the job than looking around.

"Well, I appreciate it. I promise I won't make it a regular thing, but having some extra time on the first day is helpful." Mr. Flynn pushed aside a textbook he'd had open in front of him and shut down his computer, turning his full attention to Alan. He saw the otter looking around the office.

"See anything interesting?" He asked.

Alan flicked his eyes towards a framed photo on the wall. "Who's that in the photo with you? And is that Paris?"

The coach followed his gaze and smiled. "Yeah, that's my brother and I in front of the Arc de Triomphe. He actually moved to France, so I manage to visit him every so often."

"Wow, that's a move. Any other siblings?"

"Just the little brother. My parents always joke it's a miracle they had another one after me at all. How about you?"

Alan shrugged. "Older sister, but I'll have to tell her she's boring for living in the same state and not moving to Paris." Alan looked around once more. "No ring and no other photos." He looked back at the moose. "No other half then, Coach Flynn?"

The coach chuckled, holding up his hands and wiggling his fingers. "Unattached. Oh, and call me Mason. No sense standing on formality for a two person coaching team. We're going to be seeing a lot of each other, Mr. Gray."

Alan smiled and nodded. "Then that's Alan to you. Mr. Gray is my father."

Mason stood up from his desk and started gathering his things. "Well then Alan, we'd better head down and change before the team starts filtering in. Normally you and I can meet at the field, but I figured today we can chat on the way down and I can show you where everything is."

Alan grabbed his bag and jumped to his feet. "Sounds like a plan."

The two left the coach's office and started walking down the hallways. As they walked, Mason glanced over and said "How about you? Anybody waiting for you at home after we run practice?"

The otter shook his head. He had to walk fast to keep up with the larger mammals' strides, and when he turned to reply he had to look up a foot or more into the head coach's eyes. "Unattached, same as you. Early part of my career had a lot of overtime. Finance expects it, so there wasn't much time for dating. Now I'm established and realizing it's not worth it, but I can't sit idle either. So this coaching job is perfect."

The moose nodded. "Well I'm happy to have you. I've been telling the board I needed an assistant for years. We aren't the best team around, but these kids are still paying tuition and expect a solid college team."

As they walked, Alan looked over and asked "How old are you?"

Mason glanced back and said "31. And you're 28 right?"

Alan bobbed his head. "Yeah, I asked cause I figured you knew mine. What with all the forms I had to fill out."

The moose chuckled. "Hopefully I'm not so old I cramp your style, youngin."

"Hey, you said it, not me"

Mason came to a set of doors near the outside of the building and pushed open the men's. "Locker room entrance." He pointed down the hall. "Those doors lead right out to the parking lot, so in the future you can come right through there."

Alan followed the moose into the locker room. After a couple turns to block line of sight, they stepped into the rows of lockers. They lined the walls and there was a double sided row in the middle of the area. Benches were set in front of each bank of lockers.

Mason strode over and opened a locker. "Grab one wherever. Bathroom is right through the showers, that way." The moose pointed through an opening in the row of lockers. Alan stepped through and saw a waist high wall separating the tiled shower area. The showers were open, two central columns left and right with about six heads off each one in a circle. Another waist high wall blocked off the bathrooms where he saw urinals and some stalls.

Alan walked back through and chose a locker by Mason. The head coach had already taken off his shirt and shoes and was working off his pants. Alan watched with a practiced sideeye as he began taking clothes out of his bag.

The moose was fit. His chest was firm and well defined, and the muscles on his legs were even bigger. His arms weren't cannons like his thighs, but he was a soccer coach after all, and they still looked plenty strong.

Then he stood up, and Alan fumbled his cleats and dropped them. The bull moose's bulging boxer shorts had distracted him. The damn thing was practically chest height on the shorter mustelid. The otter quickly glanced away and grabbed his gear. After a second he looked over again and saw the moose stretching his fingertips towards the ceiling, eyes closed as he groaned and joints popped.

Alan couldn't help himself, running an appreciative eye over the length of his new coworker. And what a sight it was even - or especially - in underwear. The moose was exactly his type. A little bit of a gut, but strong, defined, and just... big. Everywhere. Alan saw a jockstrap laid out on the bench, and a very large part of him wanted to keep looking as the moose finished changing.

The otter turned away sharply and started undressing himself. He made sure he wasn't profiled to the moose so nothing untoward was visible on himself, especially when he swapped into his own jockstrap. He's your coworker, he thought to himself. In fact, he's your boss!

"Ahh, always nice to get out of the work clothes, don't you think?" Alan turned towards Mason, still shirtless. The coach was properly clothed now. In short black shorts and a tight gray shirt - it looked like it velcroed on the side, since the moose couldn't pull anything over his head. He stopped looking at the moose's body through his shirt and responded.

"Yeah, but I don't think I'm as trussed up as you in my work stuff. No tie required for me." Alan said lightly.

The moose chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, don't rub it in. You all set? We can head out and start prepping the field."

The two of them, now properly dressed, left the locker room right as some of the college guys started coming in. Most were returning players, and had a friendly word for their coach as they passed. As he got out some cones from the equipment shed, Mason said "I played goalie most of my life. Fair amount of defense on the field too. You said you played midfield?" Mason asked Alan.

The otter nodded, trying hard not to ogle the moose as he bent over in front of him to move a cone. "I played right wing most often, but I've played center mid and even been a forward for some friendly leagues."

Mason smiled at him, and the otter melted a little bit. The moose seemed genuinely excited to have Alan around, and the mustelid thought his boyish excitement was adorable. He jumped a little when he realized the head coach was talking to him. "-and I'll run defense and train the goalies. Does that work for you?"

Alan blushed a little. "Uh sorry, say that again?"

Mason raised an eyebrow and moved towards him. Behind the big moose Alan could see the team filtering out of the building and walking over to begin practice. "I was saying I'd like you to work more on the offense with drills and all, and I'll handle the goalies and defense. I'll run the full team exercises too and just have you assist. Sound good?"

"Oh yeah, that should be fine."

"Glad to hear it. Let's meet the troops then, shall we?" The moose introduced him to the team, led some laps for warmups, then set up the first exercises. Alan fell right into the role. He felt good, getting out on the field again. He'd missed this. To his surprise, the college guys were great. Being a community college, none of them were here for tuition or anything that drove high expectations. They just wanted to play some good soccer.

As he called out for the next set of players to make a run down the field, he could see why Mason had wanted an assistant. They had twenty guys on the pitch right now, and a couple were missing from the first day. That was two full teams if everyone showed up. It was a lot for anyone to handle by themselves.

Before he knew it, the sun was creeping close to the horizon, and Mason was calling for a last couple laps to close out the practice. Alan was glad to see Mason join in with the running. Too many coaches just sat around and directed drills for his taste. He let the captain, a returning senior, take the lead, while Mason and Alan ran at the back.

At last, tired and sweaty, the practice ended, the students all heading back to the lockers. Mason called Alan over as they grabbed all their equipment and locked it up in the shed out on the field.

"Good first day huh? How're you holding up?"

Alan grinned up at him as he tossed in the soccer balls. "Sweaty and more out of shape than I should be, but good."

The moose nodded and locked the shed up. Whirling the keys around his finger, he started walking back towards the building, setting a leisurely pace. "That's what I like to hear. You looked good out there. Coaching, I mean." Alan glanced at the head coach at that statement, but the setting sun was behind him and shielded his face from inspection. "I can't tell you how glad I am to have some help. Too many guys to handle by myself."

Alan shrugged and said "Happy to be here, honestly. I needed something to get me off my ass instead of just going home after work. And it's some nice therapy being the one yelling at players instead of getting yelled at."

Mason laughed and nodded agreement. "I hear you. After a few years of doing this I started to understand why my old coaches were always wearing their lungs out. Guys do the stupidest things on the field right after you tell them exactly how to run a drill."

As they reached the doors to the building, they opened and players started coming out, showered and changed. As they saw their coaches they called out their goodbyes and started heading towards cars or walking to the bus stop. Mason returned their waves and entered the building, heading towards the locker room. The two coaches squeezed by those exiting and entered the locker room. Compared to the post-summer break's clean sterility, Alan could already smell the overpowering musk he was used to in locker rooms after just one afternoon.

Mason must have noticed him wrinkle his nose a little as they arrived at their lockers and chuckled. "Yeah, they don't take long to ripen the place up, do they?"

A tiger walking out of the locker room heard them and turned. "You're not exactly a rose, coach!"

"Yeah yeah, Wachowski, I'm hitting the showers same as everyone!" As the tiger laughed and left, Mason turned towards Alan and lifted an arm to sniff himself. He grunted. "Wow, he's right. Hardly a bouquet. Let's clean up now that all the youngin's are gone."

Alan grinned, falling into old locker room banter. "You were barely running out there, especially working on defense. I'm sure you smell like perfume." The otter opened his locker and started grabbing his shower stuff. He heard a couple of thumping steps from the big coach and closed his door to see what he wanted now.

As he did, Mason lunged forward in just his jock, arm high, and leaned down to shove his armpit towards Alan, almost touching his face. The otter gasped in a breath and stumbled back a step as the moose pulled back and laughed. "Hah! Bet it wasn't so pleasant now you got a faceful." He turned back to his locker and slipped his jockstrap off, casually tossing it on the bench and grabbing his shower caddy. Over his shoulder he said "I'll warm one up for you, to show my generosity even after you insulted my defenders."

He walked away, each step making a deep thump. Alan's eyes were glued to the enormous glutes of his hulking head coach as they shifted and swayed around the row of central lockers. Feeling the glorious image burned into his brain, he slowly looked down at his shorts. Sticking six inches out was the bulge made by his rock hard cock. Alan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, catching the trace scents of the moose's smell. He was very glad Mason thought Alan had reeled away in disgust, because if his new boss could see how hard that brief whiff of pit had gotten him...

Alan took another breath. He had been trying to ignore it all afternoon, but the truth was that he had the hots bad for this hunk of man. And now he had just discovered something very dramatically, as he looked down at his traitorous junk, which is that he would probably pay good money to stuff his face in the moose's pits after practice like that.

No problem, Alan thought. All I have to do is strip naked and take a shower with him, also naked, and pretend like I don't want him to fuck my sweaty brains out here on the bench while I drown in his musk. Shouldn't be an issue. The otter wished very dearly that he could take a cold shower right now. Alone.

He already had his shirt and socks off, but he decided to keep his shorts on, since he could at least tuck his very visible and still raging boner under the waistband, and go use the bathroom. Hopefully that would calm him down and then he could shower like normal. Maybe Mason would be finished by then too. He started walking around the lockers, then noticed the discarded jock on the bench. Determinedly, he walked past it. If his new boss caught him sniffing his jock he was fired, and maybe worse.

He came around the lockers and saw what he should have remembered - the bathrooms were through the showers, separated by some waist high walls. Waist high on Alan, so the otter had a very clear view of the tall moose as he turned towards him under the shower, water dripping off his pecs. Alan's brain almost short circuited as he saw Mason's fully naked front. He knew roughly what he was going to see already - jockstraps are not known for leaving much to the imagination - but as he looked he thought whoever had designed Mason's underwear must have a structural engineering degree because it had to be under a lot of pressure.

The moose was covered all over in dark brown fur, but right in the middle of his firm gut a darker, almost black patch of hair started, forming a treasure trail that Alan's eyes followed eagerly. It thickened and spread out into Mason's crotch before surrounding the sloping base of the thickest shaft Alan had ever seen. Forget Coke cans - this thing was looking more like a two-liter. It hung heavy and swung low as the moose turned towards him, water streaming off it in an arc. It was equine, of course - a thickened medial ring at the halfway point and a flared tip. Unlike the horse cocks Alan had seen before, Mason's was a uniform dark brown like his fur, that gradually lightened as it neared his tip. That beautiful dick rested on top of and dropped just below a couple of black-furred balls the size of the otter's closed fist.

It was the biggest cock Alan had ever laid eyes on, but hanging from a nearly seven foot moose even before you counted the antlers, and framed by a set of thighs close to Alan's chest in thickness, it looked perfect. It was better than perfect, it was -

"Alan?"

His head snapped up to look at Mason's face. The moose had one eyebrow raised and was looking curiously at the otter. "You uh, coming in? I thought you'd gotten stuck in your clothes or something."

Alan chuckled nervously and started to walk forward towards the toilets. "Oh, uh no worries, just taking my time to relax after the first day." He crossed halfway across the shower space, determinedly looking straight forward.

He heard Mason say "No rush, I was just curious. Still, looks like you did get stuck in your shorts."

Alan glanced down, thankful he had tucked in his boner. It felt like he was walking with a steel bar in his shorts. "Yeah, I just had to take a piss first, figured I wouldn't swing my way through the locker room. We're not all blessed, you know." He tried to play off his earlier staring as pure curiosity. He reached the urinals and chose one, then started trying to do math in his head. Anything to get his mind off the moose behind him.

Mason chuckled at his comment behind him. "Yeah well, be careful what you wish for. Besides, I think we're both past the days where we're gonna compare dick sizes in the locker room for bragging rights."

Alan felt relief as his arousal started to retreat. The smell of the bathroom was not his ideal musk, and his focus on conversation and mental math was helping. He responded to Mason, saying "Fair enough. Good thing the rest of the guys aren't still here, huh?"

"Yeah, I like to take a slow walk back from the field and give them time to clear out. Team needs some space away from the coach where they can roughhouse and shit, you know? I wish I had my own shower or at least a staff one, but as you can see, the college barely hired you. Another locker room is out of the question."

Alan felt like he was finally presentable, so he turned away from the urinal and quickly washed his hands. He made sure he didn't look at Mason, although the moose was facing away this time, and quickly retreated to his locker to grab his shower stuff. As he grabbed it, he heard the thumps of the moose, and watched him come around the corner, done with his shower. Alan let his mind go blank and quickly squeezed past the moose, trying desperately not to touch their naked bodies together - no matter how much he wanted to.

The two of them chatted a bit more across the locker room while Alan quickly scrubbed up. He finished in record time with the water colder than normal to help with his wandering mind. When he went back, the moose was sitting on the bench, dressed in a shirt and some cargo shorts, shoes on again.

"That was fast. I just gotta lock up after we both leave."

Alan hadn't even considered that. He rushed past the moose and started drying himself off. He thought he saw Mason's eyes flick to the otter's naked crotch as he stepped past him, but who could blame him? Everybody looked in locker rooms, especially two feet away.

"Woah, no rush buddy. I got nowhere to be." Alan stopped once he pulled on his shorts and caught the moose looking into the distance.

"Unattached, right?" The otter asked. "You mean you aren't running out to the club on a Monday night? Or at least checking tinder or something?"

"Hah! No, not for me. I tried the dating apps but they leave something to be desired. Plus, well, people like to talk big to me, but uh, you saw my 'blessing'. When it comes time to go to work a lot of people can't deliver." The moose glanced at Alan and grimaced. "Sorry, locker room brings out the vulgar in me. You don't want to hear about that, 'specially not when I'm your coworker."

Alan's eyes widened. "No! I mean yes. I mean, I don't mind. If you want, that is." He stopped and took a breath. The moose was looking at him with that eyebrow raised again. "What I'm trying to say is, the locker room stuff is fine. I'm a guy too. I'm used to it."

Mason looked doubtful. "You sure? I promise you don't have to put up with me just cause I'm your boss. I can go up to my office for a bit after practice. You seemed kinda stressed earlier when I was messing around, and I noticed you wouldn't shower with me. Totally understandable."

Alan felt a little bit of panic. He wanted to see Mason again like this desperately, despite the stress and confusion it caused him. He wanted a lot more than that too. But he didn't know how to say 'I want to see you naked all the time' to his boss. "Really, it's no problem. You don't have to get your office all sweaty to wait for me. I was just a little off today. Basically the first day at a new job for me."

Mason watched him for a while longer. Alan became aware he was still shirtless. Normally he wouldn't care in a locker room, but in front of a hunk he had the hots for, he felt a lot more self conscious.

Mason stood up, whirling a set of keys around his fingers. "It's a lot more convenient to come right here, I'll admit. But you let me know if I cross a line, you hear me? Or go talk to Nancy down the hall if you feel uncomfortable. She's the athletic coordinator, and my boss. She'll go to bat for you, trust me."

Alan let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. Quickly he put a shirt on and followed Mason out of the locker rooms. As Mason headed back towards his office, Alan waved goodbye and went to the doors outside. "See you tomorrow then, coach."

Mason turned and walked backwards a few steps, waving and grinning once more. "See you tomorrow, coach." He winked and spun forward again. Alan felt a flutter in his chest as he left. He couldn't wait for tomorrow.

"Lean over your shots! We're not kicking field goals here!" Alan shouted as one of his forwards, an athletic looking dalmatian jogged after his missed kick. The otter gestured to the next player, a freshman parrot, to take his shot. "Let's put some on the net so the goalies can practice too, yeah?" The parrot dribbled forward and kicked it low and hard to the right, but the bear in the net dove sideways and just tipped it out.

Off to the side, Mason slid over and stopped the ball, passing it back to the freshman to return to the line. "Great shot Carson, great save Ralph! Let's have some more of that in this drill everyone. See how tough it is for a tall goalie like Ralph when you keep it low?" The two coaches watched a few more shots before Mason swapped Ralph out with Jerome, an elephant who trained as a backup keeper.

Alan turned to his players while they switched and Mason stepped towards the goalies to give some pointers. "Alright, Jerome's a little shorter than Ralph, and Coach Mason wants him to practice diving. So keep your shots wide, and feel free to lift them a little this time. He glared good naturedly at Cal, the field goal scoring dalmatian. "Don't make me regret saying that Cal."

His teammate's shoved him around a little as the dog stepped up to take the first shot. He took the ball forward, cut back to the left, and cannoned the ball in, clean upper ninety. Jerome leapt after it, but he never had a chance. Mason stepped forward towards the elephant and helped him up, reminding the keeper to move forward to block more of the goal and anticipate the shot.

Alan watched as practice resumed. These guys were experienced players - they basically ran the drill themselves at this level. Alan and Mason were there to direct, give pointers and tips, and serve as drill sergeants to squeeze that extra effort from their athletes, or drive home their successes and failures. The athletes were here to improve themselves, even if they sometimes needed a shove to help them remember that.

After another few minutes Mason called a halt and sent the whole team around for a few cooldown laps. Alan joined the head coach at the back again. "They're not bad," he commented to the moose. "How're the other teams around here?"

Mason glanced at the players in front of them and dropped back a bit. "We're pretty much middle of the pack," he admitted as they jogged around the net. "Some teams have guys who can dance through our defense and put it in the corners, but we can hold our own most of the time." Alan nodded. Mason continued, saying "We really need more on the wings. Our guys just don't get up and down the field enough to make runs and put crosses in. We win in the middle of the field or we get creamed."

He glanced over at the otter. "No pressure, Mr. Right Winger." Alan chuckled, shaking his head as they came towards the end of their run.

"I'll whip them into shape. There's some good material to work with here." Mason nodded.

"That's what we're gonna pay you for. Come on, let's wrap this up."

Walking back towards the locker rooms, at what Alan now realized was a deliberately slow pace to let the students clear out, Alan was mentally preparing himself for the upcoming spectacle. He almost laughed at himself as he realized how hard he was trying to avoid thinking about the moose. He'd had a hard enough time changing into their clothes earlier. He knew he had to be more casual and put Mason at ease after the moose worried he had crossed a line yesterday.

The two coaches got to their lockers just as Cal slipped out talking to the parrot from their drill earlier. Nobody else was left, and the two men opened their lockers and started to strip. Alan thought over his prepared corny lines and locker room talk and leaned back to talk past his locker door. "Not gonna ambush me with your pits today, right? I promise I can smell you from here this time."

Mason glanced over, a mock frown on his face. "You try carrying around a rack of antlers like this and see how sweaty you get." He gestured up to his own. Alan followed his gaze up, grateful for the excuse to not look at Mason's sweaty shirtless chest. He frowned.

"Honestly, I never thought about them weighing much. How heavy are they?" Alan asked, genuinely curious as he removed his own shirt.

Mason turned and took a step towards him. "Here, I'll kneel down and you can feel them." Alan blushed a little as the moose, thankfully still in shorts, knelt in front of him and bent his head down. "I'll go limp and you can see how heavy my big head is." Alan was grateful he couldn't see his face as the otter thought about the moose's other big head, but he reached out and grabbed the antlers as they lowered towards him. Heat moved through the otter as he realized this was the first time he'd touched the head coach aside from handshakes.

As the moose let his neck go limp Alan grunted at the weight. "Holy shit, they've gotta be twenty pounds at least!" He couldn't help running his hands along the smooth antlers. This felt... intimate, with the big man quietly kneeling in front of him while Alan caressed his rack. He tried not to be obvious, but he took a deep breath of Mason's sweaty, after workout scent. He traced one branch back down towards Mason's head. As he got near the base the moose snorted and shook his antlers free.

"Woah there Alan, that's a little much." The moose stood up and back a step. He was looking a little panicked. Alan felt his face grow hot, but this time with embarrassment.

"Oh shit, my bad. I didn't realize that could hurt you." He stepped forward but Mason turned away, holding a hand out.

"No no, it doesn't hurt, they're just... sensitive there at the base. You couldn't have known."

Alan frowned, curious again now. "What, like ticklish?"

Mason coughed. "Ahh not really. More like, uh, well, sexual. Sorry. I should have said something." Alan stood there for a moment, but rather than being embarrassed he started to chuckle.

"Wait, you're telling me you get turned on when someone touches your head? Like, you're into getting petted?"

Mason spun around. "No! Well, yes, but it's an involuntary physical reaction. It's not a kink." He groaned and put his head in his hands. "I promised myself I would be better after yesterday."

Alan laughed at his expression. "Relax man, I should've known better. It's no big deal." Images flashed through Alan's mind of him gently stroking the moose's head - especially while it was in his lap. He shook his head to clear these invasive thoughts. "Let's just clean up, yeah?" This time, trying to project confidence, Alan was the first to strip fully. Mason was fiddling with his stuff, turned slightly aside, not actually changing.

Feeling suddenly bold, Alan walked by toward the shower and said "You want me to warm one up or do you need a cold shower right now?"

Behind him he heard the moose say "Fuck you! You caused it."

Alan walked over and turned his shower on. "That wasn't an answer. Hot or cold?"

The otter heard a sigh. "What the hell. Hot!"

Alan felt a thrill as he heard that and turned on another shower, across the column from him. He turned as the big moose thumped around the lockers totally naked. The otter could see he was still a little aroused, his thick shaft hanging away from his balls and little longer down his thighs. Despite his very best efforts, Alan couldn't help staring as it swung like a pendulum side to side.

"Enjoying the fruit of your efforts?" Mason said, stepping around under his shower and hanging his stuff on the column.

Alan blushed again and hoped the hot shower would hide it. "You've gotta admit that draws the eye."

Mason nodded, reaching up his arms to rinse out his pits. Alan couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to stuff his face in there. He quickly looked away and tried to remember the formula for compound interest.

"Yeah, I'm pretty used to it. Gotta say, I haven't seen someone stare at it like you since my last date though." Alan spun around, sputtering. Mason had turned away, but he looked back over his shoulder and said "Yesterday, when you came around the lockers you looked like you hit a wall." His eyes followed Alan's down to his butt, and the otter nervously snapped his gaze up.

The moose looked at him, that familiar eyebrow raised once more. "You sure you aren't the one that needs a cold shower?"

Alan's eyes darted down to his own cock. It was practically halfway up at this point, and no use denying it. "Uh, sorry man, just a bit of a raunchy subject. Uh..." Alan spun around to wash his back and look away. "When was your last date that stared so much? You sounded like it didn't happen often, when you talked yesterday."

He heard Mason sigh. "Yeah, it was more than two years ago. Didn't go so hot." Burning curiosity rose in Alan. He knew this was a dangerous subject with his dick getting harder by the minute.

Still, he forced himself to say "Yeah, you uh, mentioned that. Not a lot of people can deliver, right?"

Mason chuckled, then sighed again. "Shit, I open my mouth too much. Since you asked, yes, it was too much, and they weren't interested anymore. At least, not in what I wanted. Nobody ever has." Alan hated to hear the disappointment in the moose's voice already, even though he barely knew him. He turned around front, then remembered why he had been facing away when the hot water sprayed down onto his dick, which was now fully hard.

Mason was soaping himself up, which very much did not help. Also not helping was the fact that the head coach had to be at at least half mast. His cock was sticking down and out at a forty five degree angle, and it was long. And even thicker too, somehow. Alan couldn't believe it still looked proportional on this giant of a moose. And a part of him, not so deep down, wanted to prove himself better than all Mason's previous dates. He wanted to deliver.

"Nobody? Not even one person?" Alan asked. Mason looked over at him. His eyes flicked downwards and looked at Alan's cock for a few moments. The otter forced himself to keep washing. After all his ogling, he owed the moose a few looks at least. And Alan wanted Mason to look. He was rewarded when he saw Mason's own cock twitch. It was so big it flicked water off onto Alan's feet. The otter felt lightheaded just being touched by water that had been on his crush, which, he told himself, was pathetic.

Mason looked a little embarrassed. "Ahh, sorry about that. It's got a mind of it's own sometimes. Maybe I should..." He reached towards the shower knob. Warmth flowed through Alan. He felt a lot more confident now that he had established Mason felt the same way about some very important things.

Alan reached forward and grabbed Mason's hand before he touched the knob. "Mason" he said, looking into the moose's eyes. "I'll tell you if you cross a line. Promise. And," he let go of the coach's hand, "you'll tell me, right?"

Mason's dark eyes glittered. He stood for a moment, hand out, before he slowly let it fall, leaving the water to run. "Right."

Alan reached out to his right and turned on the shower right next to Mason, then turned off his own, stepping over slowly as the water ran down his own sleek fur. He stepped close to the big moose. Mason's cock was now pointing straight out and nearly a foot long. It was also almost chest height, pointing right below Alan's pecs. The otter moved forward till he was nearly touching that beautiful dick, locking eyes with Mason the entire time.

Alan heard a sharp intake of breath as he leaned forward and let that cock rub against his chest fur, letting the tip slide up his body. Mason's dick twitched violently, flicking water up - and a bead of precum that Alan felt hit his chin. He grinned.

"Oh fuck," Mason whispered, tilting his head down to keep eye contact. "I uh, probably shouldn't be doing this." Alan glanced up, and stepped back.

"What's wrong Mason?"

The moose shook his head. "I'm your coworker here, Alan. Your boss. And even if I wasn't I'm a little experienced with how this normally goes. You're eyes might be a little bigger than your stomach." He glanced around. "Or your ass."

Alan stepped forward again, though not quite touching. "I'm not doing this for a promotion or something. Hell, isn't Nancy the one who handles all my administration? We're coworkers, yes, but I'm willing to try it if you are. As for my ass..." Alan looked down at the enormous cock in front of him. It was now twitching rhythmically, and Alan could see shiny precum forming and being washed away quickly.

He looked back up at Mason. "All I can promise is that I'll give it a good old college try. And I can promise I want it. Really bad."

Mason was looking at the otter's hard cock. "I can see you want it." He looked back up at Alan. "What the hell." Before the otter could react, the moose leaned down and kissed him. Alan felt lightning go through him and every hair on his body tried to stand up. His cock throbbed almost painfully hard, and as Mason pressed forward against him that giant moose fuckstick had nowhere to go but up between their bodies, pressing into their fur, sliding easily along with the water and soap. Alan felt Mason's arms go around him and lift him bodily off the ground to continue their makeout.

Alan couldn't focus. He tried to give a good show of himself kissing but Mason was dominant. His tongue invaded Alan's mouth as the otter tried to wrap every part of his body around the moose and get as close to him as possible. Alan held on for dear life, but before he could do much more, he felt his practically forgotten cock twitch, then spasm, then blow his load all over Mason's as their dicks rubbed together between their bodies.

Slowly, Mason retreated, setting Alan down and looking into his eye's with a hint of sadness. "Sorry. I didn't realize how close you were." He started to turn away. "I'll just - " Alan stopped him by reaching out and grabbing his manhood, just behind the flared tip.

"Where do you think you're going? You haven't gotten off yet." Mason turned back, his cock throbbing violently in the otter's grip. Alan's cum was being washed away but it still matted the fur of Mason's belly just behind his shaft.

"Yeah, but you already came, so I thought you would be done." Alan's eyes opened wide.

"Hang on, you mean your previous partners not only couldn't take your dick, they just left without getting you off if they came first?"

Mason nodded. It was almost funny to see the big, dominant moose so unsure of himself. Alan put a little pressure on his grip and pulled the coach towards him by his dick. "Not how it's supposed to work. Definitely not how I work."

Alan leaned down and finally did what he'd be want to do, and licked away the precum that was forming on Mason's cocktip. The otter looked up at him, swiping his tongue over his lips. "Pretty good appetizer. What's a guy gotta do to get the full course meal?"

Mason was looking down at him with a hungry light in his eyes. "Fuck," he whispered. He brought a hand around the back of Alan's head and pulled him in lightly. Alan obediently started licking around the tip and starting to mouth that flare, trying to work up sensually to an actual blowjob on that thick piece of meat. "Fuck Alan, I'm so horny after watching your ass in the showers, after kissing you and making you cum just with my tongue in your mouth. Fuck!" he said loudly, humping forward a little. Alan rocked back in surprise. He knew this moose would be vocal and dominant, but he kept forgetting after he showed his gentle side.

Mason was panting now. "You want me so bad you came when I kissed you, yeah?" Alan moaned a little and bobbed his head on Mason's dick, remembering that rush of pleasure. "Well I want you like that Alan, fuck," punctuating this with another thrust. Alan had his mouth all the way around the tip now and was bravely trying to work down. He covered his teeth with his lips and focused on hanging on as Mason got more and more involved.

The moose thrust again. "You came all over me, but I've got a week's worth in these balls. When I blow my load I'm gonna cover you Alan, I'm gonna feed you a full fucking meal!" Alan was moaning around that cock in his mouth as he felt the tip start to flare out. He believed Mason. He could see those heavy swinging balls between his thighs, watching as they started to draw upwards. Alan was in heaven, he loved this, every moment. He reached out with one of his hands to cup those low hangers, rolling them in his palm. As he did, he heard Mason's breath hitch and the cock in his mouth stabbed forward. The moose's hand on his hand clenched and started to push him down, then Mason yanked it away as he started to cum.

It was like sucking on a firehouse. Alan thought he would be ready, but when the moose's tip flared out and his cock throbbed, the otter felt the giant member literally lift his head up a bit, it was so powerful. And then searing hot cum blasted into his throat, rope after rope. Alan actually felt the impact. He tried to swallow the ocean in his mouth but he barely managed it before two more ropes filled him again and he had to yank himself off Mason's cock.

The moose didn't stop cumming. He had both of his own hands grabbing the base of his shaft, fingers rippling as he milked himself. Alan grabbed just behind the flare before another rope painted his face white. He just managed to close his eyes in time and grabbed that giant member with his other hand as he hung on. Rope after rope covered him, slowly reducing in intensity and starting to run down his chest and belly.

Each time Mason throbbed in his hands, he felt it push his fingers a little apart. As they started to wind down, Alan came back to his senses and realized he himself had cum a second time, just from sucking Mason off. Barely a blowjob, he thought. The moose really must have needed that too.

"Wow." Alan heard Mason say. He looked up towards the voice but he couldn't open his eyes yet. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry. Here, step into the shower." Mason helped lift him up and guided him under the spray. Alan wiped his face thoroughly until he could finally open his eyes. He immediately looked down.

It had started to wash away, but the otter was basically covered in cum down to his thighs. His own cock was standing out proudly from his body, but slowly going down. He looked over at Mason, a stupid grin on his face.

Mason was standing there nervously, his own cock deflating rapidly. The moose was tapping his fingers together like a kid in the principal's office. "Shit man, I'm sorry, I really let that go too far and - "

"Mason, that was fucking hot." Alan interrupted him. "Capital H hot." Mason stopped his nervous tic and tilted his head to the side.

"Really?"

"Yes really. I came a second time when you came all over me."

The moose smirked a little and looked down at the otter's cock. Alan noticed the coach's dick stop going down. "Well, that's refreshing. The uh, few times I've actually gotten to that point everybody has been less than pleased."

"Well fuck them! Or don't actually." Alan shook his head. "I'm sorry you've had some bad experiences but trust me when I say, that was a fucking fantasy for me." Alan blushed a little as he saw a slow smile spread across Mason's face. "I mean, there's lots of people who think that's hot, and uh -"

"Go on a date with me." Alan stopped short as Mason asked the question.

The otter blinked. "Are you sure? I thought you were hung up on the coworkers thing."

Mason nodded, but he looked determined. "I probably should be. And I mean it when I say you can go right up the chain if this is inappropriate. I'll take my chances. But Alan..." Mason stepped closer. Without a couple cocks in the way, it felt much more intimate. "Alan I think you're hot as shit, and I uh, think you feel the same way." Alan had to concede that. "But I also want to get to know you better. We both like soccer, same humor, close in age... unattached."

Alan looked at the moose's eyes. He realized he did really like this guy. He loved his dominant side, but the gentler, almost nervous side like he was showing now - that could be keeper material.

Alan's shoulders started to shake as he processed through his mental pun. Mason raised an eyebrow, and Alan's shoulders shook even more at this now classic expression on the moose's face. "Something funny?"

Alan shook his head. "I'll tell you some other time. Good things, I promise. So, when's the date?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow."