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“Coach's Practice"

It was a sweltering afternoon, air conditioning was down in the locker rooms as the team made their way inside after a long, intense practice. Conner breathed a sigh of relief just to be out of the sun; the constant banging of lockers and the other men talking around him barely registered on his attention as he got to his own locker and pulled it open to reveal his items within. He stripped out of his sweat-soaked jersey and uniform, he stepped out of his pants and stripped down his jockstrap, stepping out of that as well. Breathing a sigh of some relief, he reached into the locker and pulled out a thick, fluffy white towel, which he slung over his shoulder. Making his way back across the locker room toward the showers, he would occasionally nod and acknowledge the others. Stepping into the shower, he had failed to notice that the coach had passed a simple glance at him, curiously watching as the Exveemon entered the showers without so much of a playful jab or grope of any of his teammates.

It was still the middle of heat season; and Rick didn't know if Conner was gay or straight or somewhere in between, but the Tyrantrum knew that during this season, sex didn't matter as much as holes to put themselves in. He himself was seated at his office desk, leaning over to watch his boys get ready for the afternoon, his thumbs gently brushing across his massive length hidden beneath his shorts. His white irises practically glowing in the lower lighting provided in his small corner of the locker rooms as he watched rather casually from a distance.

Rick breathed a sigh and returned to his papers strewn across the surface of his desk; he brought up his computer and began to transcribe them across to submit his reports on the team, noticing out the corner of his eyes the way Conner's frivolity did not lead into the intense heat that he himself was experiencing. He breathed through his nostrils; mostly out of frustration at Conner's ease. How was he doing this? How could he be so casual and calm during a time of heat no less? The thoughts plagued him as he furrowed the ridge between his eyes, feeling the extra flourishes that made up his face markings grind against the inside of his fingers. Sitting back he could feel the heat welling up in his chest as he watched the beasts move from locker to shower and back again. Naked butts, flopping cocks, big, muscular creatures that always tended to work him up. His tongue dragged across his teeth and sat back in his seat and let his eyes wander. He placed a hand on his large chest and felt a pulse of desire throb from his shorts, glancing down he could see his bulge springing to life just within reach. He looked up and saw that no one had even noticed; his office windows were tinted, but he always felt guilty about it, but this time of year he just couldn't control himself. He slipped his hands down, feeling his fingers roll along his abdomen as he drew his shorts down with one and immediately felt the slap of his wet cock as it plopped heavily against his stomach. He moaned as he wrapped his other hand around it and began to stroke himself.

Rick's body jumped at the release and the sudden tension of his grip on his shaft, he felt his balls move with the anxious tug of heat now radiating upward. He could feel a bead crest his head, dripping from the tip as his thumb rolled over it and slicked precum along his length. “Ah... fuck..." He whispered to himself, trying to keep his urges to moan out to a minimum. He didn't want the team to see; or maybe he did, but he kept his grunts hidden by biting his lips and leaning back further. He dragged his shorts down to his thighs, settling back to let his spare hand climb his stomach to his chest, he rode his shirt up and the tips of his fingers found a nipple, his tongue dropped from his mouth slightly as he twisted it, tugged on it. Every tug was accompanied by a jolt of pleasure, a pulse of wet precum that drizzled over his working fingers. He began to stroke himself in time now, his rhythm steady at first as he leaned back in his chair. He could feel his muscles tense up and relax and with each relax, another pulse of warmth radiated through his body. It was getting wetter now, he'd always produced copious amounts of precum even before his body was ready for release and during these months of heat, the climax tended to build faster and faster. He huffed loudly, still trying to keep his urge to cry out dull and under his breath. He glanced at the men in the showers, craving them, wanting to take them long...hard and deep. And then there was Conner; he had a casual demeanor, his cock was thick and heavy but only half mast at most. How was this possible? It was driving him nuts. “H-how... how is he--resisting this?" He asked himself, feeling his fingers tighten on the nub and making his hips snap forward on impulse. “I-I've got to...nnnnhh!"

Rick nearly gave himself away with a sudden, powerful climax and quickly buried his face in the crook of his elbow to keep his howls of pleasure from escaping.

Pulse after pulse of hot white seed flowed over his stomach and some even shot as high as his chest, wetting where his fingers were playing with his nipples. His body shuddered and he grunted hard into his arm, growling to keep himself as quiet as possible. As the smell of his sex filled the air, he finally managed to release his face, breathing heavily and deeply. As his breathing calmed, he brought his arm away from his face and rested there for a minute, trying to calm down. As he sat up, the thick wet cascades of white all over his stomach began to trickle down, forcing him to grab a towel to wipe himself off. “Fuck...now I need a shower." He said to himself before looking out the window to see that the other men were leaving as well. As he got up, he casually stripped out of his clothes and put the towel around his waist before heading out to hit the showers himself.

“You okay, Coach Rick?" Conner asked as the pair of them passed one another on the way.

“Fine." Rick replied with a sharp tone that he immediately regretted. “Sorry. Heading out?"

“Yeah, soon as I get some clothes on."

Rick noticed Conner looking him up and down, but still no undeniable response of arousal from his cock, he let a click escape the side of his tongue. “What... is your deal, anyway?" He paused. “In fact what's with everyone? The Digimon and Pokemon on the team aren't... really participating in these lewd acts of... play that usually come with these months."

“Y-you mean the heat?" Conner asked confused.

“Yes. The heat months. How the fuck are you boys not--you know?"

Conner's eyes lit up in realization. “Ahhh... right." He said. “Well..."

“Come on, I have to know Conner." He said, almost sounding desperate. “It feels like it's getting more and more intense lately. I thought the younger generation would have been more wild and out of control and--" He paused, noticing the smirk on Conner's face now. “What. What are you guys up to?"

“Well..."

Rick let out a grunt of frustration as the Exveemon laughed some. “Come on! Out with it what's your secret?"

“Miller." Conner said in a whispered voice.

Both of Rick's eyebrows popped up in curiosity. “Miller?"

“Yeah. Sean... Big S?"

Rick ran his fingers along his chin, trying to picture him. “I... can't remember who..."

Conner leaned in and gave a soft whisper. “That big boned husky..." He said.

“Oh! Him? What's his deal?"

“Well... he's been taking care of the team lately."

“I know he volunteers as a tutor to several of you boys to keep you on the team but I don't see--" He stopped and the look on Conner's face nearly sent him falling backwards to the floor. “Holy fuck! Y-you mean he... and you guys...and..." His stammering words were amusing, but his look of confusion looked more like a deer in the headlights. “How... in the fuck did that heavy dog convince you guys to...?"

Conner smiled and shrugged. “I dunno. I guess that's his special power." He said. “And maybe he can help you out too..."

“Help me?"

“Come on coach." Conner scoffed. “Not only have we always seen you rub a few out in your office you are practically reeking of cum as we speak. We do have some sharp noses too, you know?" His eyes glanced down to see the stained mess across the man's abdomen and he smirked slightly. “Good to see some things haven't changed."

“Well, good of you to notice. If you'll excuse me." Rick started to walk past Conner, who soft-blocked him with a touch.

Conner leaned in and whispered. “Maybe you should meet with him." He suggested. “He really does do wonders with... the libido."

“Frankly...I'm not sure he's even the type to agree with my...libido."

As he brushed past Conner and into the shower, Rick turned on the shower and sighed deep at the hot stream of water now hitting his face, he leaned forward and began to run his fingers across the bald red head and the tall golden points that extended up from his face before dragging his hands lower to soak down his muscular body, all but ignoring the fact that Conner was watching him. Before realizing it though, he looked up to see the Exveemon leaning against the wall that separated the shower area from the open locker room.

“Come on, what could one meeting hurt?" He asked teasingly. “I mean what's not to enjoy? He's a confident top, a fucking fantastic bottom. And you know what else really gets him going?"

“I don't care." Rick growled dismissively.

Conner leaned in a bit closer to whisper. “He really...really enjoys a good suck of his nipples." He grinned. “It sends him over the edge so quick, he's a regular glutton for it."

The information caused Rick to pause his bathing for a moment to turn a glance at him, and despite his reddish skin he couldn't help but wonder if Conner was staring directly at his flustered expression. He pondered for a moment. “Ah-well..." He said. “Maybe it wouldn't hurt to meet with him. After all, if he can help me concentrate more on my job I shouldn't dismiss it that quickly."

Conner knocked the knuckles of his fingers on the retaining wall between himself and the shower. “Great. Look, I know the perfect place. How about two hours at the Roast to Grind coffee shop? You guys could met and--"

“I get the point, Conner." He said with a sigh of exhaustion. “Just...don't spread this around. Alright?"

“You got it."

***

The afternoon had dwelled into pre-evening by the time Rick made his way to the coffee shop for his meeting with Sean. He had dressed somewhat casually with a pair of blue jeans and a black tank top shirt to compliment his red and gold flecked skin tone. He felt particularly large and as he approached the store; he looked around for Conner and Sean, finally spotting the former at the window ordering something. Before Rick could say anything Conner turned around with a pair of large coffees; one frozen, one steaming hot and as he noticed the Tyrantrum, his thick dragon-like tail flicked from one side to the other behind him. “Oh, hey coach." He said as he approached and lifted the tray. “Coffee?"

Rick grabbed the cold cup, leaving the warmer drink in the tray. “Thanks." He said. “So... where is this guy?"

“Standing right behind you." A whispered voice behind Rick sent a shiver up his spine, and swallowing hard he turned to see the husky standing behind him. Dressed in a dark blue polo short and brown slacks, he smiled brightly at Rick. “Wow. You are big." He admired as he generously grabbed the other coffee from Conner's tray. “And thanks for that Conner."

“No problem." Conner said cheerfully, discarding the tray. “Well. I guess I'll just leave you two at it. See you tomorrow, coach." He said gently patting Rick on the shoulder as he walked past.

“N-now wait just a..." Rick started.

“Just relax, you'll be fine. Sean doesn't bite."

“Not unless you're into that sort of thing." Sean continued with a laugh and waved Conner off.

As they seated themselves at a nearby table, Rick looked over Sean with a somewhat analytical eye. What is it exactly that everyone found so appealing about him? He was just an average daresay it “nerdy" looking husky. But as Sean's chocolate colored eyes met his own, Rick couldn't help but feel a twinge of something within himself. Could Sean really have this much confidence that he'd approach someone like him and be completely comfortable spending time with him? He swallowed hard on his icy drink, trying to cool the heat rising within.

“You're being awfully quiet." Sean pointed out. “Not your cup of tea?"

Rick looked at his coffee for a moment before realizing Sean's implication. “Oh well... I-I don't know." He said. “I mean I've never really thought about it, you don't match my type really and...I-I guess it was more out of curiosity than anything."

“I see."

Rick sipped his coffee again; there was something oddly alluring about this husky, maybe it was the way the sun shined off his brown and white fur...or maybe that curl of his tail. Or maybe that despite being a little heavyset, he still looked quite solid and seemed like he could hold his own really well. It was not something he was expecting from a man who tutored half his team to keep them from being cut. “So...I hear you've helped out a few members of my team?"

Sean nodded, sipping his coffee. “A few." He replied. “Why? Are you looking for a tutor?"

“Tch." Rick scoffed indignantly, avoiding the question for a moment. “Are you kidding? I'm over forty, I've got kids in college that would better benefit from being tutored than me."

“I see." Sean replied, taking another sip of his drink.

Rick rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to give away his nervousness at the husky staring him down, he breathed in, his chest puffing out as he let out a long sharp breath. “O-Okay, so I gotta admit I was curious. That's the only reason I met with you."

“Ah."

Even looking disappointed, Sean intrigued Rick. His heart was racing and for some strange reason he was getting more and more aroused by the moment. The pressure of his cock pressing against the fabric of his pants was getting more and more obvious by the moment and he suddenly needed to know what. “Alright." He said suddenly, making Sean jump in surprise as Rick suddenly stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of his seat. “Let's go."

Sean was pulled against Rick's body, the radiating heat warm to the touch, even against the cooling temperature of the late afternoon. “W-where are we going?"

“Back to my place. I've--I've decided that I need your services, Sean. There's just... something about you that--" He paused and realized his actions were a bit abrupt and slowly released his hand. “I'm... I'm sorry, that was really presumptuous of me. I didn't mean to..."

“Hey, it's okay." Sean said teasingly, brushing his hand on Rick's cheek with a smile. “I mean I get it, but that's probably not the best way to tell someone..."

“Right. I..." He breathed. “It--it's been a while that's all." He said. “Since I've been with anyone. “I've got two kids in college and their mother left not long after they were born. I've never even been married, it was just a one-time deal. So I..." He cleared his throat. “I just know what I want--what I need during these months."

“Well, I cleared my schedule for the afternoon." Sean said with a wink. “So why not?"

Rick's chest rumbled at that, his tongue ran across his lips as he stared down at the husky, his arousal was now almost impossible to miss as he grabbed the husky's wrist again. “Well then, let's go. I don't live far, come on."

Sean felt himself suddenly pulled behind the large pokemorph who led him directly to the following street where his truck sat, he didn't even wait for the husky to go around to the passenger side, instead opening the driver door and shuffling him through it to the other seat. He climbed in and turned the engine over. And almost as quickly as it was brought to life, the truck was pulling into the parking garage of an apartment complex not very far from where Sean stayed occasionally. He grabbed Sean and led him to an elevator just inside the building and as the doors closed, he pushed the husky against the wall and pushed their lips together forcibly, almost hungrily and Sean put his arms around the draconic beast's shoulders, pulling him in close. Their tongues wrangled each other messily as they both listened to the elevator in motion, ready to stop in a moment's notice if it dinged to a floor.

Finally, Rick released his hold on the husky, breathing heavily. “I'm... finding it hard to control myself." He admitted. “You're intoxicating, Sean and..." He paused. “I'll try to be as gentle as I can but I can't guarantee that--" His voice was cut off by a sudden, forceful kiss from the husky that made him practically melt into Sean's grip.

Such a confident guy, Rick had never expected this, but he wrapped his arms around Sean's waist and pulled him close.

The elevator opened on the floor and the pair practically spilled out into the hallway. Rick lifted Sean into his arms and carried him effortlessly to his door, using one free arm to unlock it and they entered the apartment. By this time, Rick's claws were ravaging Sean's shirt, ripping it as he pulled it off the husky's body and throwing it haphazardly into the living room, they stumbled into the bedroom and Rick dropped Sean onto the edge of the bed, a ravenous hunger filled his eyes as their lips parted, a sliver of saliva dripping down from between their mouths before Rick wildly clamped his mouth down on Sean's left nipple.

Sean let out a passioned cry, his body jolting hard up into the air, his back arching unconsciously as if seeking to have his nipple devoured completely by the man. Rick's mouth curled up in a devious grin before he brought his lips down hard, suctioning the entire soft fleshy spot, squeezing the nub in between his teeth. Sean's body shook and his hands eagerly grabbed the back of his head. Rick's tongue twirled around the flesh, feeling it harden between his lips before spreading his mouth again across the entire surface of his tit. After a few minutes of this, he released Sean's nipple with a loud pop and then turned to the other one, devouring it with the same eagerness as the first and eliciting another loud gasp of pleasure from the husky.

Rick could feel Sean's urgent bulge pressing against his stomach as he loomed over the husky's large frame, he moaned and pulled back; dragging that nub of flesh with his lips as he fumbled with the dog's belt, pulling it apart and discarding it as easily as he'd discarded the shirt. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Sean's pants and slowly dragged them down. As the husky's thick flesh emerged, Rick leaned in some, letting his stomach graze it as he let the pants fall to the end of Sean's feet and onto the floor under him. “Fuck you're bigger than you look." He said, his voice growling with lust now as his tongue parted from the husky's right nipple. His hand reached down and began to twirl around Sean's length, his eyes deeply focused on Sean's before leaning in and kissing his lips again. Their tongues crossed and he tugged firmly on the husky's flesh before parting again. He grinned and brought himself downward, pulling Sean's legs apart before plummeting his mouth down on the canine's aching cock.

Sean gasped and bucked his hips hard into the Tyrantrum's lips. They parted and his teeth ran gently along the length until he devoured the cock whole, his lips hitting Sean's loins at about the same time as his tip drove into Rick's gag reflex. He grunted and gripped Sean's furry hips, pulling him up hungrily into his mouth; his tongue swirling wetly along the husky's balls, drawing those too deep into his cavernous maw. He growled, the rumble making Sean's toes curl as they were pushed apart from the center. Rick's head bobbing down low, then coming back up even slower. His tongue dragging off the tip of Sean's cock he smiled. “Mmm so good, so ready..." He uttered before returning to his ministrations. His tongue pulling on the flesh every time he bobbed back up again, dedicating himself to a pattern of rhythm by going down and back up again faster and faster. He breathed through his nostrils, hot air washing over Sean's stomach as he lay there yelping and gasping at every thrust of his lips and curl of his tongue. He slapped down again, his lips releasing Sean's balls and spilling them over his lap again before he dragged his lips up and off once more. Slowly going down, their eyes met again and Sean felt the familiar flush enter his vision.

“Ahhh c-coach..." He huffed and then his body shook.

A spasm of cum erupted from Sean's tip, shooting thick and heavy ropes of seed deep down Rick's throat. The coach swallowed hard and enjoyed the sudden flood washing across his lips, draining down to his jaw, slurping around every inch of smooth flesh he could taste. And as Sean's body began to slow its spasming, he too began to slow his head. Eventually, he released it with a trail of drool and cum combined slithering down Sean's still-pulsing flesh. His face was still flushed, still needful as he spoke. “I-I st-still need more... more..." He growled greedily as he grabbed Sean's thighs and then pulled the husky closer, sliding him along the foot of the bed until his cock met the husky's hole.

“Ahh!" Sean panted, feeling the massive tip push hard against his pucker. “Fuck... ahh..."

Sean's body tightened up as Rick thrust forward into him. His back arched up and he felt Rick thrust in with a hard snap to his hips. It slid about halfway on the first thrust, then as he pulled back and thrust in again, this time he buried himself hilt-deep into the husky.

“Nnnh! God so tight..." He said to himself as he leaned forward and nipped the husky's chest as it bounced in front of him. He slurped up Sean's nipple again, pinning his chest down with his weight as he plowed into him harder, this time with so much force that it caused the bed to slam back against the wall behind it. Sean howled out as his insides were ravaged and the pokemon assaulted each of his nipples from one to the other in wet, slobbery succession. Rick grunted as he grabbed the husky's thighs and yanked him closer, pulling his legs up over his shoulders as he collapsed on top of him, driving himself down into him in a gratuitous show of forced flexibility. He bit down on Sean's nipple and pulled it gently with his teeth, his tongue soft and wet, softening the impact of his bite just enough to fill his body with pleasure rather than pain. He grabbed and clutched at Sean's legs, his claws dragging through his fur, leaving long trails along the thick fuzz as he began to speed up his pace.

Again lifting his mouth from Sean's nipples, Rick returned to a deep, passionate kiss. Feeling Sean's flesh hardening again as he slammed into him again and again, their bodies colliding again and again as his flesh began to leak once again. Rick growled and breathed hard, his fur being moved by the pokemon's hot air. He grunted and growled, and gripped at Sean possessively, fucking him harder and faster. His heartbeat and his breath speeding up as he approached the edge; which sent him crashing hard over.

“FUCK!" Rick let out a powerful roar that echoed through the room, his climax sending waves of pleasure as well as waves of hot seed that spilled over into Sean's hole and poured out like a cup running over. His grip tightened and with that Sean threw his head back letting out a passionate cry as well, another hard volley of cum splashing over his body and even up to his face as they writhed together now in an orgasmic embrace.

“Ahh! Nnnhh... fuck I think I lost my virginity all over again right there."

Rick was still trembling and panting as he rested buried to the hilt in Sean's hole, Sean could feel it pulsing and flexing, not going down whatsoever as he dragged a claw along the husky's jawline. “Mmm and I think you'll be losing it again, and again before we're done here..." He growled greedily.

***

It had been over an hour after they finally rested. They'd crashed over the edge two or three times each since then and the evening was now pouring a dull light through the window of the bedroom. Sean rested in Rick's embrace when his stomach rumbled unexpectedly from hunger.

Rick chuckled, his paw grazing the husky's stomach, his face nuzzling Sean's neck. “Sounds like somebody's hungry."

“Can you blame me?"

Rick grinned. “I can order us some dinner if you'd like. I haven't had a guest over in a while. At least... not one I enjoyed keeping around."

“I'd like that."

“I'd like to ask you something, Sean...in regard to all this. Would you mind coming by every once in a while to... to check up on me, make sure I keep my libido in check?" He paused. “It's just that a guy can get pretty lonely around here...and I've grown to like you so quickly."

Rick's question amused Sean, it sounded so formal, but so sincere at the same time. He sighed. “I wouldn't mind that at all, I'm all about helping you out. But...it can't be just whenever you demand it. I do have a boyfriend and I ask that you respect my time with him too."

Rick chuckled a bit in spite of the news and grunted. “Deal." He said. “I suppose it was hoping too much that you were single. You naughty, naughty husky." He said with a kiss to the neck before sitting up. “Well let's order some pizza or something, I have a feeling you're going to need to keep your strength up tonight, I'm already feeling a little...anxious, you know?" He said with a wink.

Sean laughed as he got up as well, his legs still wobbly under his body as he stood up and found his underwear strewn under the bed. “Well it wouldn't do well for me to lose my strength, would it?"

THE END