All Planned Out - 1
"How's the new guy?" The black wolf, Torr, asked in his deep voice, nodding his head towards the coaching assistant. The brown otter was looking over the kids and running back and forth for the gym coach, giving him towels and things.
"Seems like the coach's bitch," Tyler answered in his usual, gently growling tone. Torr and Tyler had a short laugh about it, and looked back at the hardwood floor. Sweat fell in small drops onto the gymnasium floor. The two of them were high school seniors, and apparently being on the school's wrestling team meant they had to work their bodies ragged every day. Torr was a big wolf, of Scandinavian descent. Tyler was a Native American lion, who really liked his heritage. He had two tribal tattoos, mostly composed of triangles, on both of his biceps. He usually wore a pendant depicting a snake coiled around a bronze spear.
"Stop," The coach, a Rhino in sweats, barked. Torr dropped to his knees, and Tyler fell to one knee and hand, rolling over onto his back. Sweat was pouring down their bodies, and Tyler had ditched his shirt much earlier in the practice, leaving himself with just a pair of red gym shorts and white tennis shoes. Torr preferred to just sweat through his dark blue shirt, with a lighter pair of shorts and black tennis shoes. Torr ran a hand back over the short outcropping of black hair on the top of his head. Chris checked that his red mane was pulled back into his ponytail still, and panted heavily after tugging it once.
"Carry your partner," The coach's assistant called. He had a voice that was a bit on the high side. Torr and Tyler stood up, and Tyler went to the back of Torr, who bent down and held out his arms. Tyler jumped up, and sat on Torr's back. They proceeded to the back of the fluorescent-lit gym and Torr ran Tyler up the wide stairs quickly, racing back in the middle of the pack. He carried him up one more time, and back down for the last bit. Tyler bent down quickly, and Torr hoisted himself up. Tyler strained a little bit to hold his weight, but trekked up the stairs anyway. He practically fell back down the stairs, and trudged the second flight up. The descent put him close to the last in the pack, and he let Torr down. Bending over and using his knees as support, Tyler caught his breath.
"Good job, Ty," Torr said with labored breathing. He slapped Tyler's sweaty back in reassurance, and Tyler smiled his thanks back. The coach looked at the group of half-shirtless high schoolers, and flicked his wrist back at the locker rooms.
"Hit the showers, boys," He ordered. He slung his clipboard onto the desk in his office, and began to shuffle back into his office. The crowd of sweating, hot teens squeezed into the old, gold and navy blue locker room. They began changing, Tyler throwing his shirt in his bag and getting out his real clothes. Torr took the locker next to him, and the two of them undressed. Tyler tugged his shorts down, revealing the dark brown jockstrap of his choice. He pulled that off, revealing his equipment to the cool air. After being cramped like that, his larger-than-average balls hung out freely and expanded slightly. Scratching at his sheathe, Tyler yanked his towel and body wash out of the shower. Snapping at Torr once with his towel, Tyler wrapped up and went to the showers. He rinsed off in the corner, paying little attention to the others.
"I think I'd fuck him," One of the dogs in the other corner said in Tyler's direction. The lion turned to look at them with a puzzled look.
"What?" Tyler asked, his hand frozen on his slightly-developed abs.
"We were talking about what guys we'd fuck," The gray dog explained. "And I said I'd fuck you."
"Please," Tyler responded with a laugh. "You'd be my bitch in a new york minute." The entire shower had a laugh about that, and Tyler rinsed his mane before heading back out to the main locker space. A lot of the guys had already flowed out, and just a few were hanging back in the showers or putting their stuff away. Torr walked out of the showers with Tyler, but he always managed to sneak in and take a faster shower. The wolf looked around, and Tyler stood in front of him, putting his jeans on.
"Going commando today, Flye?" Flye was Tyler's last name. The same gray dog from earlier was asking him before he left.
"Yep," Tyler replied. "Didn't have time this morning, is all."
"Whatever, Flye," The dog responded, leaving the room with his friends. "See ya tomorrow."
"You too," Tyler answered. He turned his glance back at Torr, who was sliding his jeans over his jockstrap. Torr liked the feel of them, he'd confessed to Tyler back in seventh grade. They'd been best friends since sixth grade, and shared a lot of memories and friendship. After the last person, a horse, had left the room, Tyler had checked everyone off of his mental list. There was still a shower going, but the horse always left the water running, so the room was empty. Torr was looking over Tyler's shoulder when the lion turned back, and they shared a mischievous smile. They'd been best friends since fifth grade.
And boyfriends since tenth.
"God you were hot today," Torr moaned softly, pulling on the loops of Tyler's jeans.
"I could hardly contain myself up those stairs," Tyler groaned as he hoisted his right hip into Torr's grip. The wolf undid Tyler's button, and zipped down the fly. Tyler's manhood dropped loose, and his jeans fell to his ankles. Tyler pulled down Torr's unbuttoned, unzipped jeans, and rubbed the front of Torr's package, a meaty-looking sheath. "And that jockstrap of yours is so fucking hot." Tyler fell into Torr's embrace, pushing his lips over the wolf's. Tyler fondled the bulge of his partner's underwear, and wiggled his thumb into the elastic strap. He was a little taller, but Torr had him in size. His shoulders were about a hand span wider on either side, and he was more muscled than Tyler was. The lion's other hand hungrily passed over Torr's ripped chest, searching for his nipples. Finding them, Tyler gave them a sensual rub. The wolf's body rippled in ecstasy, making his sheathe twitch against the lion's palm. He pulled the jockstrap down, his fingertips rubbing the familiar cock. It was still just starting to grow, only the head popping up. Torr's musk flared up, reaching the pair's noses quickly. Tyler reached over to his balls and shifted them just a little, to let his scent waft up and mix with Torr's.
"I love your scent," Torr said, pulling himself out of their kiss.
"I love yours," Tyler answered, pushing them into a deeper kiss. The two of them shared a passionate embrace, their tongues rolling over and entwining with each other. The feline's hungry hands roamed back to Torr's sheathe, rubbing it softly. The wolf returned the favor, giving Tyler a gentle stroke under his . Tyler pulled off, and lowered his leg. He pushed Torr against the lockers softly, and came back into Torr's mouth for a deep kiss. Torr fell to the bench with a wet slap, and grabbed at Tyler's sheathe again. The lion lowered himself to his knees, and broke the kiss on the way down. Gazing down at Torr's meaty black head, which was poking out of the sheathe, Tyler found himself overcome with lust. He lowered his lips to the canine cock head, and gently kissed it. Torr moaned softly in response. His partner was a very vocal love maker, which was one of Tyler's favorite things about him. Widening his lips by just a fraction, Tyler lowered his mouth onto Torr's head. Twisting his tongue around on the tip, he saw Torr's legs twitch in a pleased response. Torr's hand lifted itself onto Tyler's mane, stroking the lion's neck as he'd done so many times. Caressing the lion's face, he slid his hand down under Tyler's chin. The lion gave Torr the smallest bite on the tip of his cock.
"Wait," Torr gasped, gently pushing up Tyler's head.
"Huh?" Tyler asked, a glistening string of saliva connecting his mouth to Torr's cock.
"Sixty-nine?" Torr suggested, panting in desire.
"You're way smarter than you give yourself credit for," Tyler cooed as he pulled Torr down onto the tile floor. He grabbed Torr by the jockstrap, and tugged the wolf down on top of him with a gentle pull. The lion laid down first, his head towards the door, legs spread eagle. The two of them had done this before, and it was one of Torr's favorite position, and not far behind Tyler's favorite, either. The wolf lowered his knees to down in front of the lion's waist, the lion's manhood standing tall in front of Torr. The wolf leaned down onto the lion, and placed his black lips directly on the lion's. They kissed for a few seconds, and Torr pulled himself up. Flipping his body around, the fur placed his knees on either side of the lion's head. Torr practically fell forward, planting his hands on either side of the lion's pelvis. His muzzle fell right into the lion's crotch, catching a strong whiff of the salty musk that came from a hard day's work. The wolf was pressed on top of the lion's, their muscled bodies heaving against each other passion.
Tyler took the first move, and dragged his tongue teasingly along the inside of Torr's thigh. It was his favorite way to titillate Torr. The wolf gave a visible shudder, and another half inch of his charcoal grey member spring forward. He was only a couple inches at this length, but Tyler wasn't done. Placing both hands on Torr's ass, he gave them a firm squeeze. A moan echoed through the room, the soft murmur of falling water framing the scene. Tyler's tongue dragged along Torr's dark crack, pulling up over his balls, and finally wetting Torr's furry sheathe. Finally, Tyler popped Torr's growing meat in his mouth.
"Shit," Torr murmured, his chin nuzzling the inside of Tyler's creme-white thighs. He took all of Tyler's balls in his mouth, his tongue rolling them around in an expert movement. Tyler was already half-hard, and Torr knew exactly how to make the lion go rock hard. With the softest of bites on the soft part of his abdomen, Tyler jolted in ecstasy.
"Fuck," he grunted. His cock pushed out, reaching his full five inches. Nothing to cough at for a lion. Putting his lips around the member, Torr began prepping his neck for his half of the position. He rolled his lips over his teeth as to not hurt Tyler, and aimed the cock head for the roof of his mouth. In a slick movement, the manhood slid to the back of Torr's mouth.
Tyler's head fell back, and his hips bucked up. Giving Torr that, and everything that Tyler had been licking and rubbing, Torr went board-stiff. Giving the top of his cock a gentle flick of his tongue, Tyler began teasing the thick meat. It was hard to get all six inches in his mouth, but with a little natural lubricant, it became easier. Tyler tugged on Torr's balls, and placed a finger at the base of the wolf's tail. The feline nudged Torr's pucker, and sent a shiver up the canine body.
"Fuck that's good," Torr exclaimed. Tyler plunged his fingertip into the loosened hole, and Torr moaned loudly. A bead of dogwater formed at the tip of Torr's member, and the lion continued rubbing the tailhole. Torr's loud moaning turned into a gentle howl of pleasure, and a small stream of pre came out of his cock.
"You're awful saved up," Tyler commented, watching the pre flow out in large amounts..
"You're awful fucking hot," Torr answered, pulling his mouth up from his boyfriend's member.. Tyler smiled, and opened his muzzle wide. He took the first few inches of the cock in his gaping mouth, and breathed hot air onto the exposed flesh.
"Shiiit," Torr groaned, his voice quivering. Tyler gently pushed his tongue up against Torr's warm member, feeling the entire piece shiver at the touch. The lion rolled the cock around in his mouth, dragging his tongue up and over the top of Torr's cock. A low howl escaped Torr's control, vibrations gently shaking Tyler's growing equipment.
"Take it all," Torr demanded, thrusting his hips down at Tyler. The lion was hesitant to take it, but he was experienced. In a practiced movement, he took as much of Torr's manhood in his mouth as he could. Tyler sucked down halfway, using as much of his tongue as possible. Torr strained against his inner urges to howl, moaning intensely instead, his cry sending shivers of lust up Tyler's spine.. Tyler moved all the way down on Torr's cock, and swallowed, making the back of his throat and his tongue roll across the length. Torr howled as quietly as he could, but he was still loud about it. Tyler took it as thanks.
Torr buried his mouth into Tyler's crotch, moving all the way down on the lion as he had done in return. The two of them began swallowing in unison, as they had done several times before. The wolf was fighting his instincts as best he could, grunting loudly as the lion pushed down. He couldn't stop himself completely, but Torr tried his best. His hips bucked into Tyler's muzzle, bullets of sweat forming on his back. He was already worked hard from the day's workout, but now he was using even more energy. Tyler pulled his mouth off after the second hip buck, and Torr moaned as the feline tongue ran across his cock.
"Tyler," He moaned.
"Fuck me," Tyler offered, standing against the wall. Torr jumped to his feet, his cock twitching at the idea. Torr walked up to the lion, and rubbed the head of his cock gently along the small of Tyler's back. Lowering it into the crook between his tail and his back, Torr's cock leaked another bead of pre. The wolf leaned his member down, and started to slowly rub his head into Tyler's supple tailhole.
"I love you," Torr whispered softly.
"I love you," Tyler answered in a moan. Torr plunged his cock into Tyler, fitting it all in with one quick thrust. Tyler let out a feline roar of pleasure, his cock going even harder. Torr's howl mixed into Tyler's roar, ringing out in the empty room. They felt so alone, yet never more together.
"Turn around," Torr whispered in a pant. "I want to see your face."
"You sweetheart," Tyler moaned. The lion lifted his leg, and Torr helped him to pivot around to his back. The two of them stared each other in the eye, and the lion took them into a deep embrace. Torr reached over to the lion's cock, and began to gently swirl the pre up and down Tyler's member. Torr gripped the firm, smooth member, and rubbed it between their abdomens. The wolf's thrusting became instinctive, and he heard the lockers behind them gently clang against their frames from Torr's force. The two of them got into a fast rhythm, and soon Torr had reached his peak.
"I'm gonna fucking cum," Torr practically shouted.
"Do it inside me," Tyler shouted back, wrapping his hands around the back of Torr's neck for support.
"I'm..." Torr started, but lost his words. "I'm c-c-cu... cum... cumming..." The wolf did a final thrust, and his cock felt like it exploded inside Tyler. In a primal display of passionate lust, Torr howled loudly towards the ceiling, his body seizing up in an orgasm. His seed burst out, gliding over the lion's warm hole. The white cum fell over the wolf's member, seeping out into his fur. Another thick burst of cum flew into Tyler, filling him passed his limits. With another burst, more cum burst out of the whole. Torr had to pull out, and aimed his tool up at Tyler's beautiful chest. The lion gripped Torr's shoulders, a thick rope of cum flying up and splattering over the lion's wheat-gold chest. Another jet flew over his shoulder, and hit a locker.
"My turn," Tyler said, before Torr had even finished. Torr, unlike others Tyler had heard of, could cum more than once. The wolf had an impressive stamina. The lion pushed against Torr's body, sending the mid-orgasm wolf backwards. Another string of cum fell onto the floor, an unexpected present for the janitorial staff. Tyler pointed down, and Torr dropped to his knees quickly. The wolf assumed a doggy-style position, and the lion took his place in the back. Placing his knees inside Torr's spread thighs, the lion felt his cock ride up between cheeks. Much like the wolf, the lion released another bit of pre. The lion pulled back, and then buried his throbbing cock head into the wolf's quivering pucker.
"Fuck," The wolf screamed, his claws trying to dig into the solid tile. The lion gripped the wolf's hips, and began to push. Inch by inch, he slid in. They'd traded positions a lot, so the wolf was as used to being on bottom as the lion was. Tyler just liked to be on bottom first. As soon as he'd pushed all the way in, he began thrusting. He went faster than the wolf had gone, out of lust and passion. Drawing his hand along the wolf's back, the lion sent shivers up through both of their bodies, stimulating their passion further. Tyler raised up his left leg, and braced himself against the bench.
"I'm gonna go," Tyler said with a short laugh, a few sweat drops falling onto Torr's muscled back.
"Already?" The wolf questioned in a moan.
"You got me hot," The feline grunted. With another two thrusts, he was past the point of no return. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming... I'm gonna... Gonna..." The lion roared loudly, and his cock throbbed. He sent a steady stream of cum into the wolf, which carried over with his next wave of the orgasm. It died down a little, but the lion sent another jet of seed flying into the wolf. The boy could take a lot of seed, too. The lion dropped to the wolf's back, his moist, bare body slapping against Torr's. With his orgasm winding down, the lion pulled out and let the last three ropes of cum fall against Torr's back.
"I'm ready," The wolf informed him.
"Already?" The lion questioned.
"I think just once more," The wolf begged. "Sloppy seconds." He was practically whining.
"Fuck me," Tyler said, falling onto his back. The wolf turned over, his charcoal grey cock primed and ready, a small stream of pre falling down his shaft and balls.
"Shit," Torr moaned. "I love my fucking life." The wolf crawled forward, and dragged his flat tongue along the lion's cum-and-sweat-soaked chest.
"Do it hard," The lion groaned. Torr didn't need a second command. The wolf backed his pelvis up, a thick strand of cum and saliva connecting the lion's nipple to the wolf's mouth. With a hard plunge, the wolf's rock hard cock buried itself in the already wet, used insides of the lion. The wolf faced no resistance pulling in an out, and all Tyler could do was moan and gasp. His cock had gone soft at first, but as they went he got hard. On some lucky days, the lion had another orgasm in him. Tyler reached his paw down, and began to beat himself off hard. It made Torr go crazy, with the smell and the sight. He knew the wolf was going to cum soon, so the lion pushed against the wolf's abs.
"Sixty-nine," The lion said with a pant. The wolf popped himself free, and turned around to assume their first position.
"I'm gonna go soon," Torr warned him.
"Take it and I'll try," Tyler groaned. They both pushed their mouth's down fast, and felt the other shiver in warning. They were both going to cum. The salty jets of cum pushed into their throats, sliding down their throats. Tyler's cock twitched in Torr's mouth, filling the wolf and overflowing down his shaft. The wolf came just as hard the second time, and Tyler greedily swallowed his partner's seed. The two of them filled each other up with cum, and after their orgasms passed, they laid there a while.
"Race you to the car," Torr teased. The two of them bolted up and ran to their stuff, running fully dressed out of the locker room with a quick kiss and a small squeeze of the ass.
"Shit," A voice from the showers screamed. The otter had just barely restrained himself in time, his own thick, long ropes of cum falling to the floor and flowing down the drains. The coach's new assistant walked back out into the locker room's open area, petting his recently drained cock. "The two of them had really gone at it, huh?" The otter wiped a finger through the cum on the lockers and gave it a lick. "Salty as hell." He commented. "It reminds me of the coach's."