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Coach Wilkes' After Class Shower

by

Gruffy

2016 update: Re-edited and converted to PDF for Patreon and FurAffinity!

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Hahah, another of these big inspiration kind stories that sometimes happen. 8,500 words of nice good old beefcake goodness for you, so, enjoy!

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2012 update: Retagged, new intro & some small fixes on this old-timer :P

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Water and soapy suds cascaded down along sleek furs. Little white rivers flowed, broken into smaller streams by the curves of pecs, across thick arms and beefy thighs that exploded into two jutting ass cheeks the size and shape of a football, complete with a parting on the middle that now had a steady flow of water across the Dobie's taint. That brave little steam that started on top of the canine's crew-cut head ended up to drizzle down to the tiled floor from a hefty, swaying set of balls nestled between the Dobie's legs, just below a thick sheath that promised a lot of something special hidden in the furry cover of skin. The fleshy friend was located just below a set of enviable abs, still perfectly hard and defined despite the fact that the Dobie currently soaping his head furs would turn 39 next December. Less water ran across his front since he was tilting his head down a bit and direction the hot torrent over his broad, muscled back, landing on his neck since he didn't want the shampoo to be washed away immediately. Muscles on the beefcake Dobie's shoulders flexed with the mundane motion of rubbing the lather over his smooth crew cut, but it felt nice, the water felt, nice, his little docked tail flicked around behind him, and a low rumble rose from the oversized canine's broad chest.

Coach Wilkes wasn't one to sing in the shower, so all he could hear was the flow of water hitting the tiles, echoing from the walls of the locker room showers, void of life except for the seven-foot male enjoying a good hot scrub-down. The last class of the day had ended about half an hour before. Now that he had given a talk for the captain of the school team and done some notoriously boring paperwork, the big Dobie could really enjoy his Friday shower before getting home, maybe grabbing a six-pack from the supermarket on the way and put some nice steak to fry on his barbeque and generally have a good dude night in.

The brown-furred coach kept on happily scrubbing himself dry of grass and sweat and over muskiness, unaware that a pair of eyes was spying him through the security glass window on the door separating the showers from the locker room itself, that was now empty as well. A black nosepad pressed against the window while blue, clear eyes took in every detail of the hunky high school PE coach having a wet good time in the shower. He could watch how the thick-armed Dobie lifted one slab of a limb and really spread some soap to that little bush of hair in his armpit, and he took his time at that, enjoying the almost caress-like rub in its own right, while it was equally enjoyed by the unknown eyes taking in the sight of the beefcake coach bathing innocently.

Well not so innocently...the owner of the eyes could see one paw spend quite the long time rubbing soap over the Dobie's big ass, full of firm muscles that the eyes really lingered on. Their owner's own cock swell massively in his pants as he imagined pushing his muzzle between those ass cheeks, if only to breathe in the great scent that must've been emanating all day while the coach strutted along in his tight shorts and T-shirt that showed not a single pound of extra fat on his body while he put the kids to run the field and do all sorts of athletic stuff, because he was the coach. Maybe the coach wouldn't mind having a bit of a tongue bath under his tail as well. He could gather all that Dobie sweat and really get it all over his face and tongue as he'd worship the ex-footballer's musky ass crack, his chin pressed against those thick, pendulous balls that surely contained enough spunk to sire a small village worth of new big ass Dobies.

The spy bit down on his tongue to keep from moaning and rubbed the straining front of his own pants as he watched the coach run his paw fingers between his ass cheeks to spread some soap there as well, and really didn't seem to hurry doing that either! The spy wagged his tail and quietly hoped that the coach would turn around to wash his head furs next, so that he could also see his sculpted torso properly, all those abs and pecs and those arms flexing...not to mention the big sheath that might even be showing a little bit of pink on the top if the coach was sufficiently aroused by the shower. He certainly knew what he could do with all those thick, slimey inches of doggie cock that could emerge from that sheath...namely, he wanted to gobble it down so that his lips kissed against the knot, and then he could either such it dry or let the Dobie grab his head and muzzle-fuck his bitch as hard and fast as he liked, whatever he liked.

Coach Wilkes seemed to be happy with his shampooing work and his ass for now, because he truly did turn around and tipped his head to the flow of water, to let the showerhead pour its stream all over his head and face, closing his eyes in the process while his paws scrubbed vigorously over his short hair. The spy moaned quietly in his throat and let out a whining breath, still holding his teeth tightly clenched so as to not to blow his cover, while he watched the coach wash his head furs. Water flowed down over his massive pecs, big enough so that there was a cavernous valley between them, over his breastbone, and each halve of his chest was highlighted by a big-looking brown nipple, that for the spy seemed to be hard, too, judging from how they jutted out! He really wanted to suck on them as if they were teats for milk, nibble on them and tweak on the with his paws, while the coach would moan and groan and then push his bitch down to the floor so that he could get on sucking on the coach's beautiful, big, dangerous cock...

The spy still had some spying to do, and the coach was offering his unknowing participation in this dirty little game of show and tell, seemingly quite happy to just get himself clean without any hurry. There were no pep talks to give or asskickings to administer for unruly students, and his filing cabinet was locked for the weekend, and all the sports equipment was in the storage room...what else had the Dobie to do? Besides, he could always save on the water bill by washing up at school, and for someone who really liked long showers, that could still be a real concern. Hot water always made his fur feel nice and slick and relaxed his muscles as much as his mind, and a content rumble easily escaped from the chesty Dobie.

Ohh yes...now he was doing it...the spy's cock spurted pre and soaked his boxers sopping wet as he watched the coach's paw go down over his abs and then close around his sheath, to give it a wash, or more like, a very good grope, so it seemed. He even...no did he...yes he did...he pulled on that skin to make it taut and slide backwards, just a little bit, and there it was, the pointed, dormant tip of a big canine cock, still sleeping and unused inside its hideyhole on the Dobie's groin, though currently soaking wet and glistening from all the soapy water slithering down the Dobie's arm and body. Even through the echoing rush of water, the spy could hear the rumble coming from the coach's throat, as he obviously enjoyed the sensation of manipulating his manly sheath for the purpose of washing it. He was even throwing his thick head back a little, and his eyes were closed, and water again flowed over his face, and his tail seemed to be flicking behind him.

This was the spy's cue, the time he had been waiting for, and he had to act fast.

The multiplied rush of water covered the metallic sound of the door being opened, and the spy was in within a heartbeat, and even before the automatic spring had the time to pull the door closed behind him, he had raised his paw, high up above his head, holding one Coach Wilkes' training footballs. With a singular moment, the spy threw the ball, a sloppy performance that would have earned him a lap around the track should it have happened while in class, but it was more than enough to propel the leather bullet across the shower room and to smack straight on to Coach Wilkes' chest.

The football landed against the Dobie's chest with a thick smack, almost like the sound of two heavy paws being clapped together once, something like that, before the lazy projectile fell of and bounced down before sliding away on the slick water and shampoo-covered floor.

Coach Wilkes' eyes opened as soon as he felt the sudden if benign impact with his chest, and those brown, dark eyes widened at the sight of the spy standing on the other side of the room, with a very obvious bulge in his pants and a broad smile on his face. The coach's ears flattened and his paws, both which had halted mid-movement over his scalp and his sheath, fell down to his sides, as he bared his teeth and glared at the intruder into his shower peace.

"Berkley, what the hell are you doing here?" the coach's deep voice boomed and filled the room easily, it was the kind of a voice you could hear across a thousand feet, if you needed to, no matter the sound of the running water.

Mike Berkley simply smirked from his position by the now closed locker room door and wagged his Sheppie tail.

"What do you think?" the canine spoke as he walked over, across the wet floor, and did just what he had planned to do before, and knelt in front of the Dobie still glaring at him with scowling eyes.

"Berkley!" the coach barked, but didn't have the chance to say more before one paw grabbed his right thigh, another caught his big balls into a softly furred palm, and the Sheppie's muzzle was pressed right against his sheath, and the doggie breathed hotly over his wet flesh, causing his skin to prickle.

The coach moaned and his mountainous body quivered, muscles flexing from the pleasurable sensation coursing through him at the feeling of that hot breath caressing his sensitive sheath and the big cock hidden inside it, all the while his balls were tugged by the eager paw.

"Berkley!" coach Wilkes' ears were still flat and he was staring down at the Sheppie who was definitely now getting all wet from the running water, with his shirt and pants gluing down to his body as they got soaked.

The Sheppie tilted his head up, wagged his tail and smirked, his paws not moving an inch from the Dobie's body.

"Just working for my A grade, coach," the Sheppie grinned, showing his pink tongue between his front teeth before his head tipped down again and he began to lick the top part of the coach's sheath wetly.

"Fuck," the coach moaned as he breathed out harshly, the sensation getting the best of him as he felt his cock begin to swell fast inside his sheath.

"Hmhmhhp!" the Sheppie moaned, his ears flicking and spraying water to all directions with their movement as he kissed and licked the Dobie's sheath until he could feel something warm and fleshy press against his lips.

The coach's tail flicked rapidly behind him as he stood there, his whole body starting to heat up, not just from the warm water that still was flowing over his big body, but also from the growing heat and tension in his belly, in his balls and most of all, in his cock, now sprouting out of his sheath and pretty much directly over the kneeling Sheppie's tongue. He growled deeply at the sensation, of Sheppie lips kissing over his tip, making his whole length twitch as it filled out and pushed further and further away from its protective cover. The Dobie's paws fell down instinctively, cupping Berkley's head as the Sheppie continued to lick and slobber over the emerging coach cock. As soon as there were enough inches visible, he opened his jaws and took the cock into his muzzle, suckling gently over the very sensitive flesh of the big canine's member. Four, five, six inches fit into the Sheppie's muzzle, inches being added as soon as the Dobie managed to pump enough blood into that thick cock, and Berkley took it all, even as he felt that engorged tip brush against the back of his throat.

"Yeah, puppy..." the Dobie coach was definitely getting into it as he rubbed his paws roughly over the Sheppie's head, rumbling with pleasure as his cock was buried inside a warm hole.

Berkley moaned over the thick cock inside his muzzle, trying to swallow around it for the fact that his throat was getting flooded with all the saliva he was drooling into his maw from the very tasty treat he was being fed at the moment. His wet tail get wagging against the floor, and he rumbled, and moved his paw from the Dobie's bulging thigh to cover the remaining three inches, including the knot at the base of that hefty dick buried in his maw, and held tightly onto the length of flesh, keeping all that he couldn't take in his muzzle well-secured in his grip.

"Good puppy...," the coach rumbled, all of his earlier misgivings gone as he felt that muzzle work around his cock, felt the tongue stroke the sensitive underside of his leaking tip, and how those lips were almost as if they were glued on his shaft, keeping up that slow suctioning motion over his whole cock.

The soaked Sheppie rumbled incoherently around the meaty stick in his muzzle, sending great vibrations through the coach's flesh. Coach Wilkes' cock throbbed and twitched inside the Sheppie's maw, and his balls, still tugged and fondled by that warm paw, had that special hot sensation in them that told the Dobie that he really needed to get off, and do it HARD.

"Slutty little dog," the Coach was never short of dirty talk either, especially when he had his cock inside a slut, and he was going to teach the Sheppie a small lesson for sneaking up on unsuspecting football coaches.

The coach made sure that his grip over the Sheppie's head was perfect before he roughly yanked his head back, pushing until only the top inch remained in that long muzzle, before the growling Dobie pulled on the back of the Sheppie's neck to get his spit-slickened cock back into the canine's maw. He went deep again, so that the Sheppie's lips pressed tight against his own forefingers, wrapped around the Dobie's shaft, and the coach could hear some gurgling noises and felt Berkley's throat convulse around his cocktip as it was pushed just a little bit too deep into his muzzle.

"Just take it now, this is what you want...what you gotta do for your grade, pup..."

Those big, honest blue eyes looked up to the Dobie's, full of desire and obedience, and pure lust for the hunky creature. The coach looked simply perfect for him, standing there under the shower stream, his body slick and warm-toned from all the water, no longer soapy, but only pure muscle and furs, like on some strange beefcake photo, but this was hot and warm and it was there and alive and had six inches of cock inside the Sheppie's muzzle. It made the coach want to muzzle-fuck his doggie even more than before, and that's exactly what he did when he started to repeat his earlier rough yanking motion with much more frequency, to fuck that muzzle over his cock while the Sheppie could only do whatever he could do to take it as well as he could.

"Ohh yes...must be better than doing twenty reps when you fail...yes...," the Dobie taunted his muzzle toy as he kept going as hard and fast as he wanted, driving his slick, watery cock into that hot spit-filled maw.

Berkley could do little but to grip hard on the Dobie's knot and balls and try to keep his jaws and his throat as relaxed as possible while he was being used as a fuck hole by the big football coach beast. His nose was filled with the lingering scent of the shampoo and the coach's musk, strong and imposing even if he just had a wash, and his arousal was only making it more intense. That almost-gagging sensation was there, sure, whenever the Dobie's cocktip went in deep down to the back of his muzzle, but it was manageable, as long as he concentrated on breathing through his nose and kept his eyes fixed either on the Dobie's dark, half-lidded, vicious eyes or right ahead of him. He could watch that thick, veiny, red, engorged length move in and out of his own body at a remarkable way, and felt how it stretched his lips around the shaft on near the base where it was definitely thicker than on the more tapered part. The taste of cock was heavy on his tongue, too, with the additional element of copious amounts of pre that kept oozing out of the coach's piss slit and straight over Berkley's slobbery tongue. His huge ass muscles flexed with the effort of driving himself in and out of the younger Doggie's muzzle, making the coach's whole body ripple from the motion his hips was making by smacking against the Sheppie's subservient muzzle.

"Shame I can't grade cock sucking as a subject...," the coach rumbled again, enjoying his dirty talk, especially since that the slut couldn't answer by the virtue of having the Dobie's huge dick stuffed down his throat.

Berkley could do little but to rumble around the cock that kept slamming in and out of his muzzle, making his jaws ache, slowly but surely, as he tried to keep his posture as the best possible for getting muzzle-fucked by someone as big and well hung as the coach he was servicing with his pretty little lips and tongue. The coach still gripped hard on his head, keeping him well-secured, and his ears were flat, to show his submission to this treatment, and for the Dobie's enjoyment.

"Hmmm...," the coach grunted, "such a hot little maw...think I'll fill you up soon, puppy...can you feel it?"

The coach snorted and slammed his hips forward, burying himself into the Sheppie's maw as deep as he could except for the section held in the doggie's grip.

"Hmhmhphph!" Berkley vocalized, along with a gargling sound, and a thick swallow around the cock in his muzzle, as it slipped past his choking point again.

He could feel the Dobie's knot starting to swell, under his palm, in the firm hold over that veiny base of the big cock. It didn't take much time to reach such a big size that he could no longer keep his fingers fully around its girth, making it necessary to grip onto it even tighter to keep the pressure as it was before. He could feel the constrained ball of flesh pulse rapidly against his fingerpads as it reached full size, just as the Dobie's flow of pre and his low grunts increased with his general arousal.

The towering hulk of a male groaned and rumbled with pleasure as the stimulation became even hotter than before. His breaths were deep huffs punctuated by snorts whenever his cock hit the back of the Sheppie's throat and he would rumble around it, sending that wave of pleasurable vibration through his length so that it reached some hidden places at the very base of his cock and made it all feel hot and itchy. His knot was as hard as it would get and held in that tight paw, simulating a tie well enough that the coach knew that he would cum soon if the Sheppie kept up what he was doing.

"Yeah...suck it...play with my balls...yeah..."

Berkley tried squeezing and fondling those big egg-sized orbs, holding the Dobie's balls together and rubbing them onto another within their leathery, wet sac. This seemed to have the desired effect, since the coach seemed to get even more into it, and barked a couple of times to the more intense tugs inflicted on his big balls.

Then the coach withdrew his cock all the way to the tip and stopped mid-stroke, panting harsh as the Dobie grabbed onto Berkley's paw and pulled it off his cock before replacing the earlier grip with his own, squeezing firmly on his knot. He flicked his ears fast.

"Keep sucking it, and play with my ass, pup, gonna blow really soon," the Dobie grunted, adjusted his now one-pawed grip on the Sheppie's head, and began to muzzle- fuck him again as ruthlessly as he did before.

With his eager tail flapping, the Sheppie pushed his almost trembling paw past the Dobie's beefy hip and slipped his fingers into the moist water-slickened ass crack between the Dobie's wonderful ass cheeks. The warm, wet flesh hugged his paw as he rubbed up and down over the coach taint and got flicks against his arm and wrist from the big Dobie's docked tail. The burly coach was obviously liking what he was feeling ,because his dirty talk only intensified.

"Yeah...puppy likes tight ass...," the coach snorted, the pleasurable sensations combining to an ever further teeth-grinding grunting from the big boy doggie.

Berkley kept on sucking and ball-tugging, while his padded fingertips located the coach's virgin-tight pucker and began to rub against it firmly, because he very well knew that when someone's muscles were that strong, you had to have some effort to make him really feel what you meant. This special pink muscle was getting plenty of attention now, with firm strokes and prods against that flexing, pulsing asshole belonging to top dog of the schoolyard. It even seemed to be throbbing along to the pace of his fucking strokes into the Sheppie's maw, and tightened whenever the Dobie coach felt another fingertip poking at his wrinkled pink secret asshole.

"Fuck yeah...coach likes when the puppy plays with his ass...coach's gonna give his pup a good load of cum soon too if he keeps playing nice...," the Dobie, teased from both ends now, drawled on as he kept muzzle-fucking his shower bitch good, ears flicking on top of his tauntingly tilted head.

Berkley pushed his fore and index fingers together and rubbed his slick digits a few more times over the hot pucker before he pushed them firmly at the center of the Dobie's hole. He pressed until he felt a small give, and the muscle flexed, and he let the pressure relax briefly before he repeated the push, again, actually beginning a slow rhythm of finger-fucking against the coach's tight asshole.

"Suck it bitch, yes....oh yes...just ten more reps, pup..." the coach's voice fell even deeper as he pounded the Dobie's muzzle up and down his straining cock, his own body solid and unmoving while he let the Sheppie do all the work of pleasuring the tall male with his maw and his paws stroking rest of the hot male's sensitive flesh.

The huge knot pulsed in Berkley's grip, and it felt angry and dangerous and surely would have tore any lesser tailhole apart with its very size, not to mention the strength of the body that would be used to drive the apple-sized knot into some bitch, for Coach Wilkes' private and possibly one-sided pleasure. The Sheppie's other paw still played with his idol's asshole, its puckered flesh fighting against any attempts by the smaller canine to get his fingers inside the Dobie's tail tunnel.

"Fuck yeah, hard, yeah...," the water-streaked Dobie grunted and breathed even harder than before, only a moment before he shoved his cock deep into the Sheppie's muzzle and gripped the back of his head firmly, just as his head threw back and he barked, loudly.

Berkley felt the coach's anus convulse before the same sensation spread over to his tongue, namely as the big cock jammed into his muzzle began to throb even harder than before, and he had the coach's knuckles touching his nosepad, he had all the coach could give to him, every thick, vicious inch of Dobie cock deeply inside his maw.

The bulbous tip swell and a rush of cum hit the back of the Sheppie's submissive throat, again sending his muscles into a quiver as he felt the hot cream rush from the Dobie's cock and down his throat in a thick torrent of musky coach spooge. It overpowered his sense of smell and taste, the big male snorted and huffed and kept his paw firmly on the back of the Sheppie's head to keep him in place and make sure that not a drop would be missed.

"Swallow it, pup!" the Dobie's eyes were fixed in the sight of the Sheppie's throat flexing as he kept swallowing what the coach had on the offer, a veritable flow of pent-up cum being deposited from the Dobie's big balls and down to the Sheppie's receptive belly.

And he did, creating even further suction around the big, slimy cock in his muzzle as he took every splash and glob of Dobie PE teacher cum into his pretty little maw, until there was only a trickle, and the twitching reduced to an occasional pulse of the long dick against the Sheppie's messy tongue.

The Dobie groaned and huffed and finally released his grip on his own cock and the Sheppie's head, as he took a single step back on the slick tiles, practically panting as he watched how those hot pink inches emerged from Berkley's sloppy maw. His length was caressed by the warm shower water briefly along its whole length before the thick tip slipped from the subby Sheppie's lips. All nine inches bounced up in a majestically slow curve, the cock's very weight enough to hold it down, surely, as it came free with a cler pop.

The growling Dobie watched the still-kneeling Sheppie with half-lidded eyes, enjoying the hot water continuously caressing over his pleasurably pinked skin. Berkley had his muzzle half-open and his tongue was hanging out of his maw, and he was panting, his ears flicking, and he was still swallowing every few seconds, trying to get his throat to sort itself back into order after being poked and stretched by having the Dobie coach's cock in there. His tail wagged slowly, nonetheless, making an echoing whooping sound. His clothes hugged his own body, wet from all the water that had come down on him, and showed the shape of his own firm body, and that obscene bulge on the front of his pants that would have been impossible to miss even if he hadn't been taking part in a makeshift wet T-shirt competition.

The coach smirked broadly and flicked his ears with amusement.

"Get rid of that gear now, pup," his voice was gravelly.

Berkley simply nodded and tried not to slip as he got up to his slightly stuttering legs, knees complaining from staying on the posture for too long, and he gave the coach a quick look before he tugged on the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his chest. He tossed the slick garment away and hurried to unzip his pants and get rid of them as fast as his underwear shoes, all the while his eyes stayed fixed on the big, musky male standing under the showerhead as a continuous cocktease. He even had a paw around his dick and was giving himself a few slow strokes over his wet, shining pink length while leering at the Sheppie.

"Not going to wait for too long, pup, hurry up!"

The Sheppie rumbled a little in his throat and wagged his tail as his own cock came into a few and got a few splashes of shower water over it, bouncing off the Dobie just like the ball had done earlier. He kicked the rest of his clothing away and simply stood there, sporting a proud boner which he also dared to grab into his paw, too, while watching the self-stroking Dobie standing a couple of feet away, watching him equally intently.

"Puppy wanna play?" the Dobie waved his big cock at the Sheppie teasingly.

Berkley pouted and dropped his ears and wagged his tail, eyes following the bounce of that enviable nine-incher flopping right there in front of him, still as juicy and stiff and delicious as ever.

"Yes coach!"

"You got what it takes pup?" the coach grinned darkly, and released his cock so that it could have its own way for now, simply staying there as the imposing length of doggie dick that it was.

"Yes sir!" the Sheppie wagged his cock like the coach had done before, and got a snuffle from the big beefcake boy's football coach in return.

Coach Wilkes smirked and turned to face the wall before he tilted his head and gaze the Sheppie a look over his shoulder, and put his palms flat over the tiled wall, on either side of the shiny metal pipe of the showerhead. He flicked his tail a couple of times and winked and flapped an ear.

"So why don't you show me what else that sweet muzzle of yours can do before I'll let you put that small prick of yours somewhere really warm and tight, pup!" the Dobie snarled.

The Sheppie's eyes immediately fell from the Dobie's wide shoulders along his curved spine all the way down to the double globes of the coach's big, muscular ass, the very same rear he had spied before with all those dirty intentions. It looked even greater now, all slick and no longer soaped up, too, meaning that all he could taste and smell would be normal musk.

"Wow..."

The coach's paw reached for the water tap and turned the water flow off, and simply stood there now, sturdily braced against the wall with both paws flat over it, and his thigh legs were spread wide for best balance, as he presented his ass again, pushing it out a bit, too, to make its curve even more prominent than before.

"Do I need to tell you to do ten reps if I don't see some action soon, pup?" the dripping Dobie with the boner spoke with the voice of authority so much needed in his line of job.

"No, sir!" the Sheppie was already moving, and again knelt down in front of the Dobie, but this time on the other side, coming to eye level with the base of the coach's tail.

It'd be so easy to just push his nose against that tight little asshole he could see, just about barely, at the apex of those slab-like ass cheeks, the pink pucker he had already touched today with lewd intentions, now there so close and vulnerable, almost, that it made him drool almost more than the sheer amount of cock in his muzzle had done before. Berkley already panted and flicked his ears and wagged his tail, and his own cock felt painfully swollen, fully knotted and all, as he already imagined the great feeling of stuffing that coach ass full of his own seven point 15 inches of Sheppie bitch buster. Before that he could take his sweet time, though, to make the oversized canine's asshole all wet and ready to have something shoved in there.

That wet little stub of a tail flicked again, sending a drop of water over Berkley's nose. The Sheppie snuffled and blinked and took a deep breath, before lifting his paws to grab on those great ass cheeks firmly. He wasn't too careful with it, and it was more like a slap, and a loud one, too, as his palms made contact with the hot, wet flesh, and he could feel the flesh shift a little, like some sort of a shock wave, while the coach growled.

"Hell yeah, Berkley, show me that you're not a puny tail lifter but worthy the A you'll get if you're a really good pup!" the Dobie had his head tilted, showing off his bulging neck, while he braced himself for the upcoming rough treatment he was expecting.

The Sheppie repeated his groping action a couple of times, running his paws over those tight ass cheeks some more before he settled onto holding onto them firmly and trying to pry them apart to expose his ass crack better for his rude, curious blue eyes. The wrinkled pucker was right there in front of him, surrounded by the smooth, brown, wet skin of the Dobie's taint. It looked all fresh and perfect to be eaten up.

"Hmm...coach..." the Sheppie licked his lips before he dived in for the kill and pressed his face against the coach's taint to breathe him in.

The tall, thick-muscled male grunted and rumbled with pleasure at the hot sensation of the Sheppie's breath running against his balls and his tailhole, making his muscles flex from the feeling. Berkley gripped tightly to the Dobie's buttocks and kissed the coach's ass crack, his nose pressed right into the even hotter flesh of that tailpucker he craved to violate in all sorts of depraved ways in the near future, he hoped.

"Yeah..." the Dobie hissed between his teeth as he felt the warm nose tease his snug little bud, "take a good whiff of your coach's shithole..."

The dirty talk was having the required effect on the Sheppie alright, for Berkley's cock stood out as hard as it ever was, pulsing madly while his tail wagged and made slick noises. He adjusted his grip a little on the coach's ass cheeks to make just a little bit more room for his muzzle to fit where it was needed, and began to lick up and down the presented taint, tasting water and skin under his lips while he worked on the Dobie's ass great warm ass.

"Hmmm yes...coach Wilkes' star pupil knows what to do to keep the coach happy..."

"Hmmm yes...hmm...sir!" Berkley managed to huff muffledly against the Dobie's ass crack, his tongue and lips busy covering the brown-skinned taint with his own saliva instead of the shower water from before.

The coach grunted as he felt his Sheppie's tongue make tentative first licks over his tight hole, sweeping along the tight, wrinkled flesh before letting his tongue tip make a series of swirling motions across the puckered skin.

"Yah," the rough-voiced coach pushed his ass back to the Sheppie's face to make the contact even hotter than before," kiss the coach's asshole as if you'd be kissing the hottest cheerleader in school, pup...ohh yeah..."

Berkley mumbled something while his ears dropped from all the dirty talk filling them. His muzzle was buried right against the coach's asshole, now, making firm contact with the tailhole he kept licking with swift strokes of his coaxed tongue. The tasty flesh flexed against his tongue, again fighting any attempts to try and intrude into the coach's iron tight innards, but there was nothing to lose by trying! Berkley let as much spit as possible flow from his tongue along its grooved length while he poked the tip at the center of the Dobie's well-bathed naughty hole. Some longer strands of fur were located there as well and made his nose tickle a little, but was hardly anything to detract from the pleasure of messily eating out his coach's asshole.

"Yeah...suck it like your favorite bitch's tight little pink pussy lips, Berkley...show me you deserve it..."

Where did he get all that dirty talk? Berkley tried his best to drill his tongue even more firmly against the furrow of the Dobie's anus, trying to get an even better taste of the coach's musky crack. His ass felt great under his palms, flexing along to the pace of the inner fluctuations of his muscles all over his body, coming in waves from all the naughty stimulation being bestowed upon the muscle mannequin of a PE teacher currently being teased with a very eager muzzle under his upturned tail. He simply leaned against the cool tiled wall and took it well, barely with a grunt, while he let his Sheppie do raunchy things with his tongue pressed against the pink flesh of a Dobie tailhole and slobbered it like a piece of prime quality roast you happened to find on your dinner plate. His breaths were deeper and louder, too, almost like singular grunts instead of regular breathing, and his chest was a veritable container of growls, gaining in intensity.

"Yeah...suck that ass...eat it out...show me the ass bitch you are, pup!"

Berkley gnawed his lips against the asshole coach's asshole, kissing it as it was a pair of lips, just like the Dobie had suggested before, and then added his tongue, lapping over the straining muscles with fervent pace.

"Ahhh fuck yeah!" the friction increased to even greater heights, making the Dobie coach pant, while his once unloaded cock pulsed and dribbled a fresh batch of pre over the floor.

Berkley tipped his head back, took a deep breath to try and stop himself from panting, and looked at his muzzlework in front of him. There was the spit-soaked taint, dripping with drool all the way from that obscenely winking tailpucker to the Dobie's balls that were completely covered in the clear stuff as well. That hole looked so tight and as if nothing had ever been showed there, contrary to the Sheppie's knowledge, of course, and he couldn't wait to get to sample it some.

He found himself eye to eye with the coach, whom was looking at him over his shoulder again, his body towering and broad and still glistening from the tax payer-provided municipal shower.

"Puppy want some ass?" the Dobie pushed his chest forward to make his ass jut out even more than before, sending it a couple of inches closer to Berkley's muzzle again.

"Yes, coach!"

"Think you ready to do it with a real man?"

"Yes coach!" Berkley wagged his tail rapidly.

"So get up from the floor kneeling like a bitch and get that cock where it belongs!"

"Yes, coach!"

The Sheppie, his tongue lolling out of muzzle, for the second time for the afternoon, got up from his knees and stood there, sporting his cock for the Dobie to see and admire, and he hoped that the feeling was of the like, because he was sure that once the coach's ass had been properly treated, he might be regretting his earlier eagerness.

"Good pup," the Dobie snorted and turned his eyes back to the blank wall, and judging by the flexing of his shoulder blades, he was bracing himself again, properly.

Berkley's eyes jumped around the shower room quickly and located the small holder on the wall that contained a pump bottle of some liquid soap. While he knew that it wasn't the perfect lubricant, it was there, and he simply stepped over and squirted a good amount over his palm before he stroked it quickly over his drippy cock. What remained he held in his paw as he moved behind the Dobie and stuffed his paw between those lush ass cheeks. Berkley grinned and rumbled and rubbed his soapy paw up and down in that warm valley of the coach's ass crack, spreading the slick stuff there. He stopped only when he pressed two slick fingers against that unbreached pucker and then leaned against the big Dobie, pushing their bodies together and made sure that his cock was pressed against a hip while he breathed hotly and growled, keeping his fingers pushed over the coach's asshole.

"Need some stretching out?" he rotated his wrist to rub those wet fingertips especially naughtily against the pulsing Dobie flesh under his pads.

The coach growled and pushed his ass back against the prodding fingers.

"That cock's gonna have to do now, pup, just shove it in!"

Berkley grinned and spat against the side of the Dobie's muzzle, to invade his personal scent place with his own, just to show him that he was now gonna be at least some sort of a class assistant, not just a pup, for what was going to happen next. It had the desired effect of causing the coach's ears to flatten, and the growled at the dominant act forced upon him, and kept his ears down.

"Yes, coach!" Berkley breathed harshly and gave the messy pucker a quick little push with his fingertips before he withdrew them and lined up for good.

"Good pup," the coach rumbled as he felt the Sheppie's cock sandwich itself in his ass crack and give a few preliminary humps against his taint, while firm paws gripped onto his hips and held onto him tightly, the Sheppie not without his own strength.

"Gonna do you really good coach," Berkley spoke almost absently, enjoying the hot flesh hugging his hot dog of a cock as he thrusts up and down that crack for a few teasing seconds more before he slipped a paw down and aimed himself properly for the kill.

"Fuck yeah!"

Berkley grunted from the very sensation of having his cocktip pressed against the coach's asshole, for a brief moment, before he pushed his hips forward, intend to fuck that big ass silly by the time he would cum inside Coach Wilkes' award-winning tail end. The tight hole was resisting, and his cock almost slipped off its mark and bent on the first thrust attempt, causing both canines to growl deeply, but Berkley bit his teeth down and pushed again, forcing himself even more firmly against that vice-like pucker in the hopes of breaking through.

"Fucking ass bitch, show me what you got, pup!"

"Hell yeah coach!" Berkley's claws extended and pressed against the coach's flesh as hot pinpricks of pain mixed with almost-pleasure, causing his whole expansive body to heave and shudder from the sudden sensation.

"Fuck yeah!" the coach grunted, spurning his Sheppie on.

The distraction offered by the claws was enough for Berkley, for he felt the Dobie's body bear down on him for a second further before there was a certain sensation of giving, and his cock simply began to push itself in past the now stretched open second ring of muscle diligent guarding the way into the coach's hot and dry tail tunnel. His asshole squeezed firmly down onto the thick shaft suddenly lodged past the coach's pucker, making the big Dobie groan at the sensation as he was filled to the brim by the Sheppie's firm, continuous push of his cock into the coach's rectum half an inch at a time and punctuated by a series of grunts and growls from the Sheppie. He wouldn't stop until his slick knot touched the coach's asshole and nudged itself between his rump cheeks, squeezed on three sides by the canine's ass meat, and it was happy with that.

"Ohh yeah...," tail wagging again, Berkley drooled over the Dobie's back as he held onto that big body with his paws, his cock buried to the knot inside that gripping little hole that opened into the equally tight and warm tunnel within. They'd only had little lube and no warm-up except for a good and wet rim job, meaning that everything was as nice and tight as it ever could be without becoming uncomfortable for either party in this hard buttfucking action.

The Dobie stood there, still and stoic as ever, even if his hot tailhole was sucking and swallowing around the doggie cock stuffed up his rectum with enough force to get most air out of his lungs, at least momentarily so. His own cock didn't lose a beat, but still stood out and pulsed, unattended for now, because the coach was after a different pleasure for now.

Berkley wasn't in the mood for any further mind games or dirty talking, and simply held firmly onto the Dobie as he began to pound that sweet tail sore with his thick cock. The slapping of balls on balls and hips of ass became prominent and kept their ears flicking, all the time while the Sheppie fucked his coach with hard, fast thrusts. The doggie hunched into his fellow canine's rum at a fervent pace, not caring for things like edging, because he'd been looking forward to this all day, and there was nothing to stop him from fucking the football coach so hard that it made their teeth clatter. The Dobie's molars might have been doing just that if it wasn't for the fact that he was keeping his jaws tightly clenched and simply concentrated on grunting and holding his paws splayed against the wall for support. The sounds coming out of his throat were music to Berkley's ears, knowing that he was fucking them out of the Dobie he punch-fucked with all he had packing in his hips. It was loud and snarling and sweaty and musky, and the Dobie was all he could smell despite the almost medical scent of the soap he had haphazardly smeared over his cock and the coach's tailhole before going to town in his ass like it was the last thing he was ever going to do. Pounding that sweet rump was his priority now, screw anything else, this was his world, getting his cock into that squeezing ass and keeping it there for as long as he wanted.

"Yeah...work it...more reps, pup, make your coach PROUD!"

"Yes-fucking-sir!" Berkley panted, pistoning his cock in and out of the Dobie's asshole as hard as he could.

Every hard thrust pushed his knot against the Dobie's hole, smacking it with its fleshy girth before he drew his hips back and went at it again, every push drawing the moment of knotting and tying even closer, they both knew as much from the incessant pounding of that ball of meat. These rear collisions kept the coach's tailhole squeezing all over Berkley's cock, catching him at odd times all over his length, most often at the base just above the knot, when he had all of himself buried inside the coach. His balls bounced off the Dobie's taint as he churned his very personal butter inside the coach's rectum.

"Alright coach, here it comes!" Berkley panted and drew his arms around the Dobie's midriff the best he could, pulling their bodies together, while he kicked on the high gear and began to thrust madly into the coach's ass.

"Fuck yeah, pup!" the coachh pushed his ass back to meet the new massively powerful thrusts, and felt a final brush of flesh on flesh, the last warning before that knot slammed once more against his tailhole and slipped inside, burying the Sheppie inside his coach to the hilt.

The coach, remarkably, began to cum first as he felt his prostate become smashed by the new supertight fit of his Sheppie's cock inside his tail tunnel. His cock, the thick, nine inches that had simply been bouncing off his abs during the fucking from the force of the Sheppie's thrusts now erupted, shooting thick milk all over the wall and the floor as the hunky coach spent himself from the very pleasure of getting his ass fucked to the point of soreness. The ultra-firm grip of his rectum over the cock buried inside it brought the final stimulus Berkley needed to start shooting his own load into the coach's snug tunnel. The Sheppie growled, and his teeth sank against the coach's shoulder, taking him in a mating bite while the Sheppie's belly exploded with heat and he began to pump his creamy seed into the coach's well-used rump. He clung onto the large male, teeth, paws, claws, knot, all holding his coach while they reached the mutual peak to their fuck, both pumping out great amounts of sticky cum. The coach's spooge stained the tiles while Berkley's pumped deep into the coach's tailhole, filling him up with the masculine heat of the Sheppie's cum. They growled and snarled loudly, their breathing trying to catch up with the still pulsing tension in their bodies.

Neither of them could tell how long they stood there, but soon enough, the Sheppie moved, releasing the coach's shoulder from his jaws, and grunted.

"We're gonna move now, coach, you okay with that?"

The Dobie replied after a moment, his ears flattening.

"Yeah?"

Berkley pushed his wrists against the Dobie's chest and pressed down.

"We're gonna move now...onto all fours...got it?"

The Dobie's tight ass squeezed down on his cock and was an answer good enough for Berkley, who gave the tall male a brief tug to unearth him from the wall.

Docilely, the coach followed the Sheppie on shifting down, cock never leaving from his ass while they shifted and shuffled and moved until both of the big males were on their knees, with the coach's paws to match as he got down onto the bitchiest posture known to any canines...just.

"Good doggie," Berkley rubbed his paws over the Dobie's badly smacked ass cheeks, and, to their great tail-hole-knot-tugging pleasure, threw one of his legs over the Dobie's ass so that he ended up mirroring the bigger male's posture, on all fours, but with his cock slinked between his legs and still buried all the way to the coach's tight little ass.

Both big males growled and moaned, and Berkley wagged his tail, happily tied and enjoying the afterglow to an epic assfuck session in the locker room showers.

"Thanks coach, hope I did great, sir!" the Sheppie grinned to himself as he let his voice raise a bit.

The Dobie grunted and butt-butted the Sheppie with his speared ass, forcing Berkley to correct his posture a bit as he felt his forepaws slip on the wet, smooth floor.

"Yeah, yeah, Mike, you did, " the cum-smeared Dobie replied in his normal, low voice.

"Thanks, coach Dave," the Sheppie flicked his ears and let his tongue loll out as he breathed deeply, cock still pulsing and buried in its cummy hole.

The coach rumbled loudly.

"Next week we're doing this in your janitor's closet, Mike."

Mike Barkley wagged his tail happily and barked out, joyfully.

"Sure do, coach!" he declared, non-bothered by the amount of cum he would have to mop up from the floor before they could leave home to fry some ribs and maybe get a six-pack from the local supermarket on the way.

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