After Practice
"Two more reps, you can do it! Come on!" Coach said as I pushed slowly up on the heavy weights I was benching. Nine. Almost done. I can feel the sweat on my body. Just one more. Up, up, up, and Ten! I practically threw my weight back and started panting. "There ya go!" I heard my overly-touchy Coach exclaim close to me, with his hand on my sweaty back. Coach was a snow leopard. A huge snow leopard. A huge muscular snow leopard. A huge muscular snow leopard with a sweatpant bulge that made anyone else shy to be around him. Sure made me jealous. Coach wanted me to bulk up for the sports season; he thinks that because I'm tall once I bulk out I'll be just a sports machine. Well, I never thought so. I'm just the tall, akwardly handsome kid that only plays sports because his friends think he should. Plus I kind of like the locker room views. As a wolf, being the tallest kid in my class, and with great grades, I was well liked. It was because of a suggestion from a girl I had a crush on that I even went out for sports. So that's why I'm here lifting weights. To get strong to impress a girl. Fuck.
Coach lifted me up off the weight bench by one arm. He was so strong and so big that I just wanted to never leave his grasp. But, like all good things, they must come to an end. "See, I told you that you could do it!" so loud and in your face, but I loved it. I got to spend time with him, see him, feel him, and even smell him. Yeah, I know its a little gross, but when he works out with me, and he's really working up a sweat, I swear I could get drunk of his scent. "Okay kid, go hit the showers." this is my favorite part of the day.
The locker room was a pretty nice place to be. The walls were all cream-colored tile that shined slightly with the light. The floors were a soft padding like material, which was red and just was, well - soft. Then once you enter the showers, the whole thing is the same cream-colored tile as before, but all over the walls, cieling, and floor. Knowing I was all alone, I stripped down completely naked. I smiled a little as I saw my sheath with the slight beginnings of an erection. This had basically become my daily routine. Go to school, play sports, work out with Coach, and then jerk off in the showers to the thought of Coach. I walked in and turned on the water. I waited outside until the water had heated up and then stepped inside, feeling the warm water caress down my fur and down to my sheath. I stay under the water for another few minutes and tune the world out. Now its just me.
I had always recieved compliments for my body. Not muscled like Coach, but not skinny, I had a perfectly lean muscled body. I thought I saw Coach checking me out, but maybe that was just my own imagination. But the body part that got the most praise was my ass. I mean, I don't mean to brag, but it is just fantastic. Now I know I've seen Coach looking at that.
Unbeknownst to me, Coach was now walking into the locker room. He knew he and I had bonded over the time we'd been working out, and he hoped that I wouldn't mind if he showered with me. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have, but since I had spent so much time with Coach, and fantacising about him all the time when I masturbated, I saw him as a sex symbol. So I couldn't help it if I got a boner next to him, but If I ever saw him naked, showering. Holy shit, I wouldn't just get a boner. I probably wouldn't even be able to stand up. Coach was naked, true to my fantasy in my mind and he saw me there, but he only saw me from behind; my sexy, sexy behind. Not wanting to startle me, he walked over and put his hand on my shoulder. "Hey kid, I'm gonna shower here too real quick."
Now, he didn't know I had zoned out. And when I zone out, I zone out. I hadn't heard a thing, but I did feel it. I suddenly jumped out of my trance, and in an animated way, turned around to face Coach, slightly scared. Unfortunately for me, when I had zoned out, I was getting ready to jerk off and had been preparing. My cock was about four inches out of its sheath and was still growing. When I saw Coach naked, that was all it took. My cock sprang to life and it was at full mast, even a little bit past the knot had come out of my sheath.
Coach adopted an embarassed look when his eyes met my puppy erection. I saw my coach's fat cock just inches away from me grow in its sheath, and then my eyes met his. There was an akward moment of silence before Coach burst out into laughter and patted my shoulder. "Hahhah, hah, Damn boy, you're pretty well hung for a pup." I felt like I was about to die. I stood there, silent and unmoving as Coach took the shower right next to me. He now had a huge, condensending smile on his face. He chuckled a little and then said, "I've still got you beat by about two inches." I knew Coach was just trying to be friendly, but when I heard that, my dick jumped a little. I kept me eyes glued to Coach's sheath. It was growing, and I could definately see a few inches of that mammoth meatstick beginning to poke out. "Aren't you going to take care of that, pup?" he asked me seriously, looking me in the eyes. I moved my gaze down to my cock, then back down to his. He was all the way out now, and already bigger than me; I could tell he wasn't yet hard though.
I cautiously placed a hand on my stiff tool and began to slowly move it up and down. I looked at Coach for approval. He smiled, and then put his arm around my shoulders. He was so big and muscly, and I was awestruck at what was happening. I just kept absent-mindedly stroking and subconsciously moving closer to Coach. When he saw me moving my member up and down, his dick sprung up and became instantly hard. I could feel his hand moving down slowly. I knew what that meant. I kept stroking, but focused on what Coach was doing instead. He was now jerking off alongside me, and he wasn't kidding; he was at least two inches bigger, if not three. Plus he was about an inch wider in diameter than me.
Then I snapped back slightly. Coach was rubbing my ass. I couldn't believe my biggest fantasy was coming to life before my very eyes. I could feel myself about to cum. I was so warm, and that hunky snow leopard was right next to me. I let go of my cock and focused on not cumming; which was very hard considering the circumstances I was under.
Coach had a different idea. He grabbed my now vacant hand and quickly moved it onto his throbbing cock. I was really surprised, but still in heaven. I looked up at him with uncertain eyes, but all I got back was a crooked smile and a nod. I started to slowly move my hand back and fourth and was rewarded with a slight moan. I wanted more. I began to move my hand faster across his mammoth member. It was strange; It was like I was masturbating, but I was doing it to someone else. I kept up the pumping for several more minutes before Coach started pushing on my shoulder.
I knew what he had in mind. I just wasn't sure if I could handle it. The snow-leopard cock was so close, so hot; with a slight layer of glistening pre on the tip. It looked so... delicious. So I did it. I quickly got down on my knees and I put my mouth on it and sucked, just like in all my fantasies. It was twice as good as I had ever imagined. Salty, sweet, and quite a mouthful. My jaw was stretched almost painfully around it, and only the first few inches would even fit in my muzzle. Coach knew this, so he just relaxed and started petting my head.
I didn't even really hear what he was saying. It was mostly just some cheesy porn-style dialogue: "Oh yeah suck my dick," "Thatta boy," "Oh you're so good at this." I have to admit that it did turn me on though. This kept up for a good five minutes, and my jaw was starting to cramp up. I think he noticed my slowing pace so he pulled my head off of his dick.
"Are you a top or a bottom?" Coach asked me out of the blue. Steam was rising all around us from the hot showers. "Hey, are you a top or a bottom?" He repeated again.
"Umm.." I stammered, unsure of how to reply. "I don't think I have a preference." Coach grunted.
"Well, today you're bottom." He said gruffly and leaned over to look at my ass. "Finest ass I've ever seen." he said, placing his big leopard paw on my ass and beginning to rub. "You still a virgin?"
I nodded my head and shut my eyes tight. Within seconds I felt a warm tongue caressing my tail hole. The rough textured tongue felt surprisingly good as it left a small trail of saliva down my backside. Then it stopped. He kept both hands on my tight ass cheeks and then I felt a mass against my pucker. We both knew what it was; it needed no explanation. I felt it push into me. I pushed my eyes tighter and gritted my teeth. The head popped in. No problem. Now just the entire fucking shaft left. He pushed inch after inch in slowly; I could tell he didn't want to hurt me, and then after about the sixth inch I had to say something. "Coach, it's starting to hurt."
He chuckled. "No pain, no gain." And with an evil look he grabbed my ass tight and pulled back and thrusted at the same time. I yelped out in pain and pleasure as he was suddenly all the way in. I could feel our balls touching. I couldn't feel the pain anymore; there was too much pleasure. Coach pulled a little out and then all the way back in. He started to pick up the pace and go a little farther each time. I started to grind with his thrusts. I could feel pre leaking from my dick as Coach just kept thrusting and thrusting. I started getting this feeling like my whole body was cumming. Coach's thrusts kept on coming, but his breath was getting ragged and shallow. He was close.
The sound of slapping flesh filled the air of the locker room. I could feel our balls slapping and Coach's hot breath on my neck. Then he started pulling out less. He was daggering my ass and I could feel myself cumming without my hands.
Then Coach let out a grunting moan and buried himself all the way in me. Hot cum coated my insides. I felt this very strange feeling, like an orgasm but different. Then I came. I started bucking my hips uncontrollably and soon hot jets of wolf-cum came flying out of my erect member. I counted eight jets that flew clear to the opposite shower wall. I continued to grind against Coach's cock long after my orgasm had subsided. I felt him softening inside me. He chuckled, pet me behind the ear and said, "Good boy." When he pulled out, it hurt a bit, but It was exciting to realize how much meat was really inside me.
We sat together in the shower and cleaned eachother, looked deep into eachother's eyes. "You're definately my favorite player, pup." I was excited to get that praise. Coach stood up, turned off the showers and picked me up. He was carrying me like a loving father to his kid. He set me down on the bench and we both got dressed. He put his arm around my shoulder and said, "Hey, maybe next time you can top." I wanted that, I wanted Coach, as much as I could get of him.
Coach drove me home that night. I went straight upstairs and went to sleep without even eating supper. I was so happy. When I woke up the next morning, I found a tiny bit of dried cum in my underwear near my tailhole. It was Coach's.
And I couldn't wait to get more.