Simon Says
"Bart, stay after practise for a few minutes will you?" I heard Coach shout after me as I headed into the changing rooms with my team mates.
"Sure Coach!" I yelled back and hung around by the doorway to the changing room. Coach was busy talking to Michael's parents.
Michael was our goalie, a springer spaniel with a real spring in his step. He was an amazing goalie, and was one of the reasons for our current winning streak. I watched as Coach, a powerfully built grey furred wolf reassured the Springers that Michael had no worries about being replaced as first pick for goalie, even though our newest addition to our team 'The Pack', was from a wealthy family of Pedigree Labradors and had supplied the whole team with new kit and equipment. Their son Daniel was also a goalie.
I waited patiently for Coach to finish, I wasn't in a hurry, my mum always worked late on Thursday and Coach had offered to give me a lift home on these nights. He always stayed behind to do all that paperwork stuff that adults seemed to like to do, so I'd have plenty time to shower and change before Coach was ready to leave. Daniels parents left smiling, Coach had a way with words. He always seemed to know the right thing to say, even to the team when we were losing at half time, he always got us fired up and then more often than not we would come back and win.
"Bart, would you mind going out to the field and gathering the footballs before getting washed up?"
"Sure Coach!" I grinned. Normally everyone hated pick up duty but I didn't mind it. The sun was shining and it felt great to be outside, even though I was beginning to smell quite bad from all the sweat from practise that had soaked into my uniform. I gathered all the footballs and put them in the storage shed. It took ages since there was loads of balls and a lot of them had been kicked to the sides of the pitch.
When I got back into the changing room everyone had gone. The air was heavy with moisture from the steam of the showers. I could smell the sweaty scents of all my team mates, it was a familiar and comforting scent. The scent was so heavy I didn't smell Coach.
"Hey there Pup, did you finish picking up all the balls for me?" I turned round to see him standing with his arms crossed and leaning against a row of lockers. His bright yellow polo-shirt making him stand out against the grey and whites that the changing rooms were coloured in.
"Sure did Coach!" I grinned. I couldn't help but smile when Coach called me Pup. He called all the canine members of the team by that pet name when they'd done something good. It made me feel like this was what it was like to have a father, I never really knew mine, he left mum when she was still pregnant.
"Good Pup! Now why don't you get washed up?" He grinned. I pulled off my dark blue top and threw it on the wooden bench next to me. "Well, well, well." I stopped undressing as Coach knelt in front of me and placed his paws on my arms and chest, gently squeezing them as he inspected me. "Your filling out nicely, look at all this muscle you've put on! Go on, flex those arms for me!" I giggled and did as he asked, he squeezed my flexing muscles. His touch tiggled and made me laugh, but I was so proud at that moment. "Keep it up and one day you might have muscles like this!" He flexed his left arm and I was awed by the size of his biceps. I reached up and touched them, they were so big and hard!
"I want to have muscles like you some day Coach!"
"Keep up the hard work and you might even have bigger muscles than me!" I giggled at his praise, my muzzle was sore from how much I was smiling, but I couldn't help but smile when Coach smiled at me like that. "Say, since you've been such a good Pup, would you like a chance to start play on Saturdays game?"
I jumped up and down on the spot and squealed with childish glee. I was always starting on the bench. He was offering me a chance to start the game instead of Sam. Coach was always fair and gave everyone a shot but he only picked the best players to start the game, it was a big responsibility!
"Pleasepleaseplease!!!!" I yelled.
"Okay then, but you'll have to do something for me."
"Anything!"
"Anything?"
"ANYTHING!" I screamed.
"You sure?" I nodded enthusiastically. Coach had always taught us that keeping our word was important. He warned that if he ever caught us lying then he would kick us off the team. Since everyone loved playing soccer no one ever dared to tell a lie, even at school. It was one of the reasons Coach was so popular with the parents. He made them behave better. "Okay then, but you have to promise not to tell anyone!"
"PROMISE!"
"No one you understand? Not your mummy or your team mates. I wouldn't want anyone thinking I was playing favourites by offering you to do this for me." His tone was deadly serious but I didn't care what it was. I was going to get to start the game, I wanted to do that so badly!
"Promisepromisepromise!" I rambled jumping up and down excitedly making him chuckle.
"Okay then, so what you have to do is..." He paused.
"What!?" I begged, I wanted to know so badly.
"You have to do everything I ask of you until I drop you off at home." I stopped bouncing and flicked my ears in confusion. "Do you agree?"
"So it's kinda like... Simon says?" I asked curiously.
"Sure, something like that, but you have to do everything I tell you." I loved games and all I had to do was follow instructions? Easy.
"Sure!" I grinned, this was gonna be easy!
"Okay then, first of all finish getting undressed."
"Uh... sure!" I beamed. I was a little confused at first but it wasn't the first time I had been naked in front of Coach. He insisted that the team shower before we leave, saying that good hygiene was the sign of a good athlete. None of us dared not shower in case Coach decided we weren't good athletes and decided to bench us. Everyone loved playing soccer, and we knew Coach was serious about this hygiene thing, he would often stand in the locker room and watched us to make sure we washed up.
I wiggled out of my shorts and kicked them aside before pulling down my briefs to my ankles. Once I was completely undressed I looked expectantly up at Coach for his next instruction, I wanted to be a game starter so badly! Even mum would be proud to hear that I was starting. Coach didn't say anything for a while, he just looked at me.
"Now then Pup, I want you to turn around and then bend over and touch your toes."
I immediately complied, I turned so I was facing away from Coach and then with out bending my knees bend over and touched my toes. This was something we did everyday during warm up. Was Coach wanting me to warm up for something? I hoped he wasn't going to get me to do laps round the pitch naked, that would be so embarrassing!
"Good Pup!" He said with a murr. That was weird, I'd never heard Coach make that noise, it was the same kinda noise I made when mum scritched my tummy. I stood back up and turned round to find Coach with his shorts and underwear round his ankles. His willy was big, really big! I couldn't stop staring at it. It was big and hard and red, how could he walk around with that thing? "Do you want to touch it?" He asked and I nodded. "Then go ahead."
I reached up and stepped forward to touch his giant willy. It was hot to the touch and the smell! All the other scents of my team mates were over whelmed by the scent coming off Coaches willy. It was thick and masculine, it made me feel a little woozy. I squeezed his length gently, it was hard, mine wasn't this hard. Coach let out another happy murr, that made me smile, he was enjoying this. I was doing a good job so I kept rubbing my paws over his willy.
"You're such a good Pup!" He praised, I felt proud of myself at that moment. "Now, I want to lick it, lick it up and down like a giant lollipop!" I hesitated but not for long. The moment I pressed my tongue to his length he let out a throaty growl.
The taste was even stronger than the smell! I scrunched up my nose at the taste but kept going, soon it wasn't so bad. In fact it actually tasted kinda nice. Sweet but not in the usual way a chocolate bar would be. My heart was pounding hard in my chest and I got this strange tingling feeling in my own willy. It felt really naughty but fun at the same time. I looked down and saw the my own willy was getting hard, it was poking out of my sheath, it had never done that before.
"Well, well, well! Looks like Pup is all grown up!" I looked up at Coach confused and he chuckled. "Only big boys get hard like that." He smiled and I smiled back. I was a big boy! I was so happy. "So maybe you're ready for some big boy games?"
"Yeah!" I grinned excitedly.
"You sure? You can't play with any of your friends until their all big boys too! You can't tell them either or they'll get jealous!"
"I wanna play big boy games!" I whined. I didn't care if I wasn't allowed to tell them, I was a big boy now "I can handle it!"
"Okay, okay, but first we need to warm you up!"
"But I am warmed up!" I said with a smile. I was still warmed up from playing soccer, I didn't need to do any stretches.
"This is a different kind of warm up." Coach assured me.
"Oh... okay."
"Now bend over with your paws on the bench and raise your tail." I did as he asked and immediately felt exposed. He moved round behind me and used his paws to pull my cheeks apart. I felt myself blush as Coach examined me. The feeling of his cold nose between my cheeks made me jump. "Easy Pup, gotta make sure you're ready or it will hurt. Hold still."
"O-kay." I braced myself and gasped when I felt something warm and wet run up between my cheeks. It was Coaches tongue! It had to be! Why was he licking me there? I gasped again when he repeated the action, my willy throbbed and tingled, it felt really good and yet so wrong at the same time. But I trusted Coach, he wouldn't do anything to hurt me. I heard and felt Coach murr, the vibrations tickling my butt cheeks. His tongue pressed against my pucker, I let out moan of confused pleasure, my willy was rock hard and tingling so badly now, I wanted it to stop and at the same time I didn't. I had never felt like this before, I didn't know what to do or think.
Coach stopped licking me and I heard a lid flick open. I peered round but couldn't see what he was doing. I nearly jumped away when I felt an ice cold liquid hit my pucker, but I held still just like Coach asked. The coldness was soon gone and was replaced with a gentle warmth that made me sigh in relief. That was when I felt Coach's paws once more, only this time he was pushing into me. I felt one of his fingers trail down my crack and then into my pucker. I cried out when it forced it's way inside.
"Easy Pup, every things okay, just relax."
"O-okay." I whimpered, tears forming in the corners of my eyes as his finger wiggled inside me.
Eventually it stopped hurting, but the feeling of his finger sliding in and out felt so wrong, I wanted it to stop, but I'd given my word that I could do this. I didn't want Coach to think that I was a liar or couldn't keep my word.
He pushed another finger inside me, I let out a whimper but stopped myself from crying out like before. Soon the pain was gone and he was moving his fingers like scissors, stretching me. Then he added a third, now that really hurt! But I kept quiet, I wanted to prove to him that I was a big boy and could play big boy games!
"You're making me so proud Pup, I think we're ready to start the game now!" He pulled his fingers out of me and I let out a sigh of relief. The alien feeling of his fingers were gone but now I felt empty, like something was missing.
"Just hold still." He order with a gentle pat on my back. "Keep your tail raised!"
"Okay..." I said quietly. Not sure if I was enjoying the big boy games yet.
I felt Coach stand up behind me and his big hard willy poke my cheeks. His right paw rested on my hip and then I felt the tip of his pointed willy press against my stretched pucker, gently pushing in. He wasn't going to put that big thing in me was he!? His fingers had hurt, there was no way I could take his willy! It was as thick as my arm! Before I could object he had pushed his way inside me. I cried out in pain as his much thicker willy forced it's way inside me. Coach stopped and gently rubbed my back and let out reassuring shushing noises.
"It's okay Pup, it always hurts the first time. You trust me right?" I couldn't speak, I was on the verge of tears from the stinging pain of being stretched so much. I nodded in response to his question. "Good Pup, now just relax and it won't hurt so bad." I let out a pained sigh and sniffled. I tried as hard as I could to relax but it was so hard. He began pushing again and I opened my maw wide in a soundless howl. It felt like he had shoved a car up my tail-hole! "Good Pup, we're half way now."
Only half way!?!?!? I don't think I can take any more! His willy got thicker the further down you got, which meant he was going to stretch me even more! I let out a sniffle, tears were flowing freely from my eyes and my nose was running. He pushed in even more, using both his paws on my hips to hold me in place. It was so sore! It felt like an eternity until he stopped pushing into me. I was a snivelling wreck by the time I belt his bulbous knot press against my badly stretched pucker.
"There you go, such a good Pup! You really are a big boy!" His words did little to comfort me, I could only focus on the searing pain coming from my tail-hole. I had never felt anything so painful in my entire life, I just wanted it to end. I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. I sobbed and cried and Coach held me and said nice things to me. His willy still pressed deep inside me, it felt like he was in my tummy. I don't know how long I cried for but when I was finished the pain was all but gone. Coach and I were laying on our sides on the floor, using our clothes as a blanket. "Feel better now Pup?"
"Y-yeah." I sniffled.
"Good, now we can finish our game. The worst is over now." I sniffled again, he still wanted to play the game? But he was being so nice even though it hurt so bad, maybe I should trust him, he told me the worst was over. Coach would never lie to me. I nodded and he gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Good Pup. Just tell me if it hurts too bad and I'll stop okay?" I nodded again.
He started slowly pulling his hips back, that massive cock of his slowly sliding out of me, I let out a pleased sigh before he began to gentle push back in. I braced for the searing pain to return but it didn't, a little niggle but nothing like before. After a few more in and outs it began to feel nice. My willy tingled and began to grow again. This was like in those movies I watched round at Ronald's house. An adult boy and girl would lay together and rub against each other naked. So this is the bit we never saw, how the males hard willy pushed inside. Did this mean I was a girl? But I had boy parts and Coach called me a 'big boy'.
My thoughts were interrupted as a sudden flash of pleasure coursed through my young body. Wrapped in Coaches strong arms I had never felt so safe and I was beginning to see why these big boy games were so much fun! Coach slowly picked up speed with his thrusts and I was yipping in pleasure each time he shoved himself back inside me. He whispered nice words in my ear and held me tightly. I don't know how long we 'played' for but the next thing I noticed was a hot wetness filling me up. It was coming from Coaches willy, had he just peed in me?
"That was amazing Pup, I'm so proud of you!" I felt proud at his words. Did that mean when he peed in me the game was over? "Come on, lets get you washed up. Your mama will be wondering where you've gotten to."