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Practice was grueling today, at least that's what a certain russet fox thought as he wiped the sweat rolling down from off the side of his face with the back of his left paw. With muscles aching from meeting a body almost twice as big as his own, back sore from constantly being driven into the ground, and tail feeling as though it were cramped in an uncomfortable way from being bulldozed, Mark Rutherford didn't think that anything else could make him feel worse than what he was already feeling as he, like the rest of the rest of the football team, trudged into the guy's locker room at Readington University.

All of the young males, many of them of predatory descent, laughed as they barked and groaned about how tough their coach was being with them as the older rhino tried to whip them into shape for the nationals coming up in a few months. It was no secret that Readington had some crap time in the football area of the sports field, with the older coach having died and no one stepping in to fill his spot out of a sense of respect. Well, no one capable of driving the students the way Eric Ransend had, that is. Most of the others who tried to fill the older hyena's shoes had merely tried to copy what the sixty-five year old ex-football star had, but with very little success.

Eric had known how to drive his players, spurring them on by getting into their heads, making them want to push themselves to the limits, and then beyond them to the point of breaking. Being that he himself had been someone who had worked to the bone to get where he had been during the height of his career, with two championships underneath his belt and three rings he wore as a necklace, to constantly remind his players what they were working for, the old hyena had been someone who had suffered long for what he had hoped they would try to achieve for themselves. It was a shame that fate had finally called an end to his plans. A massive heart attack one night had taken Eric from this world. The neighbors had only known that something was wrong when no one had seen him jogging around town after a three day absence.

The funeral had been filled with mostly young furs, as most of the hyena's family had long since passed on. Howls and cries had filled the beautiful Sunday afternoon. Most eyes not having even seen twenty years of life yet, were filled to the brim with teardrops as the last vestiges of a good man were laid into the ground. After that, well, the school's football team had suffered heavily. The players didn't feel a sense of unity or ambition that they once had and it showed in how most of the senior members had drifted away from their normal practice routines onto other pastimes.

And then the new coach, Bryon Manning, had arrived almost a year to the day after Eric had passed away. The sudden change had been met with a few growls and barks by some of the players who had yet to graduate. Most of them seeing the forty-something year old rhino as a pale imitation of the great hyena. With his hazel eyes, cheery smile, and sarcastic attitude, most of the canines on the team found themselves not liking how the older man was trying to replace the alpha male some of them still looked up to. The felines could have cared less. They were more interested in seeing what he could do out on the field. And so, much to the rhino's amusement, he had set himself up against the defensive line, alone, with no pads and no cleats. It was just him in a beat-up looking pair of shorts and a strained white muscle shirt that had once seen glory against two dozen sneering and snapping students with one hundred yards in between the rhino and his goal.

Not a soul had been able to stop him after he trampled over the lot of them.

After that day, not one student complained about Mr. Manning or his style of coaching. In hindsight, many of the maneuvers the older man had used were probably considered illegal at best and actually dangerous at worst, but no one bothered to call Bryon out on his style of play as he had a few impressive looking scars on his body, many of them in the shape of reminiscent teeth marks, but of course, no student would have ever bitten a teacher, prey species or not. While nothing like what Eric had drilled into his players over the years, the rhino had a style about himself which won over several of the older students while making newer ones feel like there couldn't have been anyone better than the man who was trying to train them to be their best. Then, the first national game had begun to loom over the horizon. At that point, the cheerful rhino had turned into a drill sergeant that actually made most of the felines think about turning away from the team. The canines, on the other hand, were all too happy to have such a staunch leadership, each of them falling into place inside of a rigid pack hierarchy which everyone could mostly agree was both fair and necessary. Most, especially the team's star player and pseudo alpha male, Jason Cavanaugh.

Mark's body was paying for it, however, as he was somewhere near the middle of the pack along with many others, which meant that he was constantly being used as a tackling dummy or a shield for the quarterback. Trudging into the shower stalls, the russet fox cursed underneath his breath as he looked to see that he had been too late to try and get himself a showerhead. The hissing stream of almost a dozen faucets unleashing a potent rush of near-scalding water was met with a groan of contempt as the vulpine turned on his heel to head back out to wait his turn. There was no way he was going to try to go home with his body reeking of grass, earth, sweat, blood, and musk. Most certainly he was not going to be getting into his car, a somewhat used Ford four door, smelling like a used jockstrap, even if he did prefer that smell over many others. His mother would freak if she caught that scent over the leather interior. After all, she had paid for him to buy the vehicle after Mark's father had taken the young tod to get his driving license.

Rolling his eyes, along with his shoulders, Mark found his way to one of the benches within the locker room, plopped himself down, and began to peel himself out from the sweat soaked pads which had actually melded onto his fur. The heat from the early autumn, still dreaming of the hours of summer which had baked the world twice over with back-to-back heat waves, made it so that some of the plastic actually warped in certain places.

'Going to have to buy some new gear once I get my paycheck,' the red vulpine thought. Even though his family was well-off, the young fox wasn't one to expect everything to be handed to him on a silver platter. The car his mother had bought for him had been given with the stipulation that he kept both his grades up and find a part-time job during the summer, and keep it until school started. Having had some experience working around the house mowing their half acre lawn, pruning hedges, and scraping out gutters, the teenage fox had found it rather easy to find a job through one of the local temp agencies, going through them to network his way towards being hired as an on-call gardener for a semi-local company. It was easy work, in Mark's mind. Plus, it gave him the ability to come and go as he pleased while putting a few dollars into his pocket, something the tod was very grateful for since his band needed some new equipment.

A multitasker was what Mark had been called once or twice by his father, the older vulpine congratulating his son on his accomplishments after funding the seed money for Mark to start up his band once he had heard the young fox play a few chords on a beat-up guitar he had procured one day as a challenge. Gathering some of his more musically inclined friends to join him in playing around backside of the two story house he lived in, Mark had made something of a name for himself, not to mention his band, which didn't have a name quite yet. They were thinking about calling themselves Nameless because of their trouble with trying to actually coin their band after they had played for the neighborhood. Though technically inclined more towards metal, not the heavy stuff, but more like hard rock, the young vulpine had been challenged by his father to find a medium for which others, mostly those older than him, could appreciate while at the same time honing his band's style. It worked for the most part, yet the teenage tod shuddered as he recalled his grandmother asking him and his friends to play something like a country tune for her during her eightieth birthday.

'I still say dad put you up to that, grandma!' Mark chuckled, shaking his head slightly, as he thought over how sneaky the older male could be. His grandmother was going half-deaf, so it wasn't that she cared much about what he played, so long as she could actually hear the music. 'I need to call her sometime soon to make sure... huh?' Interrupted from his thoughts by something winking at him on the ground, Mark deftly bent, a small creak coming his backside as his spine let out a groan of disapproval, before quickly sweeping up the item he had seen leering at him.

'Truck keys?'

Turning the items in his paw over, Mark tried to think over whose truck said keys could have belonged to. 'Well, they're definitely not mine,' Patting himself onto the side of his pocket just to make sure he hadn't dropped his own keys, the tod continued to scramble through his brain for who... 'Wait, a snarling husky on the bow? Must be Jason's.' Mark knew that the other football player was a stickler for fierce canine emblems, having one stamped onto his locker and another one on the side of his truck, so he figured that Jason had probably dropped them on his way to practice and hadn't yet realized he had left them behind.

Turning to look around to see if the other teen had made his way from the field, Mark slowly got up, his legs feeling as though white hot fire were shooting through them as a wailing yowl slipped free from his throat. He then hobbled his way over to shower area.

"Hey, anyone seen Jason?" Mark asked aloud, gaining the attention of several players just now finishing up their washing.

"I think the coach was busy trying to chew him out for a crap move Daniels made," someone, a lanky looking cheetah with pale black stripes on his face, responded while stepping out from the stall he had been occupying.

That was one of the things about coach Byron that made him really loved by the other players. He didn't just chew one person out for a bad play, he chewed out everybody; from the highest player up, which was the team star, to the lowest, who just happened to be a slightly timid rabbit that never had much confidence within the team, but was one of the best runners besides the cheetah Mark was currently talking to. If you were dragging your feet, it was the team's fault for letting you. This made it so that the others would snap the laggers into playing their hardest. Nothing hurt a player worse than having their friends rag on them for not doing their best, especially after the game when you stripped yourself down, leaving your ass bare for towels and other objects to find you.

"Yikes." Everyone still present within the shower area chuckled at that.

"Alright, well, thanks."

"'It's cool, man." Mark then noticed that most of the others were leaving their stalls to get ready to head home.

'I can give him back his keys after the coach is finished with him.' Knowing Mr. Manning, it was going to be a while before the rhino stopped ranting at Jason. As the alpha male of the football players, it was both his job and pleasure, to snap at the others to get them to play their hardest. However, that didn't stop the coach from shouting at him to do his best and make others do their best as well. Sometimes, Mark wondered if some of the other guys screwed up intentionally just to give Jason hell. 'Would make sense seeing that he's the star of the team and all." Mark chuckled. 'I'll take my shower and then wait for Jason after he gets out from the coach's office." The vulpine didn't give too much extra thought towards his plan as he made his way over towards one of the stalls, his long russet and white tail wagging behind him like mad with each step he took.

Stripping himself out of his football uniform and pads, Mark let everything drop behind him into a large pile as he reached for the chrome knob which promised pleasure and comfort. The hissing spray which showered innocent droplets of water out onto the vulpine was met by a breathless moan from the fox.

"Don't have too much fun in there!" the cheetah said as he grabbed the curtain separating Mark from the rest of the world and then slid it close.

The tod was in too much a daze to bother flipping the feline off as he listened to the laughing jeers coming from around him. His body was all but praising him for the luxurious feeling of heat that was now seeping through his thick fur and into his bones. The last thought Mark had before the fox reached up for the school issued hand soap was, 'if you only knew.'

Almost half an hour later, Mark stepped out from the now cool spray of water with a sigh. 'Man, that felt good.' The vulpine had stayed beneath the sluicing spray for as long as he could because it meant that he wouldn't have to use up the water at home and, by now, Jason should be outside scrambling around for his keys. Giving himself a shake, the others having completely cleared out of the area at the point, Mark let vertigo overtake him as his shut his eyes and just flowed with the pace of his wet fur being swung side to side, a rollercoaster like sensation overcoming him, making it so that the young tod felt as though he were flying, before settling himself down and then stepping over to the left side wall to turn on the control for the fur drier. The warm air immediately kicked in and Mark raised his hands up as he tried to grab at the unseen storm of heat that blew down over him. A subtle whine of pleasure seeped out from the vulpine's muzzle as he felt the warmth glossing over his entire frame, but most especially as the rolling vapors brushed along the length of his groin.

'If I felt more adventurous, I might try pawing off.' It was one of Mark's bigger kinks to try and do something naughty like that out in a public setting, but remembering that Jason was probably close by, the vulpine thought better of it. The last thing he needed right now was to be called out for being a queer by the star of the football team. Just the thought alone of word getting out about his 'practices' made Mark shudder, despite the heat pooling in his groin. 'I need to get my towel and get outta here before I spring wood.' Turning his head side to side, the vulpine found himself beset by confusion as he wondered where he had left... 'Crap, I must have left it on the bench.' That made a groan slip from Mark's muzzle as he slowly stomped his way out from the shower area, the luxurious feeling of heat ghosting over his frame, to return to the dismal cool of the... "Holy shit!"

A growl ravaged the locker room as a large form turned around to face the one who had made the ill-timed comment.

"What are you still doing here?!" Jason barked, his face sharp with a flush as he had been caught with his pants down, tail raised, and his ass kissing the world behind him as he searched on the ground for something.

"I... uh..." Mark felt as though his brain was oozing out from his head as he recalled the sight of the firm canine ass which had been laid bare before him. Just the thought of that firm rump, tight with muscle and potent with the musk of the older husky made Mark's slumbering erection decide to wake up as eight soft inches of vulpine shaft sprang up in front of the teenage tod. Quick thinking saved the other from being totally embarrassed as Mark retreated into the shower stall, swearing underneath his breath with enough venom that would make a sailor blush, before returning with something metallic nestled in between his thumb and forefinger. "I found these on the floor and wanted to give them back to you before you left."

"Oh," Jason lowered his lips from the sneer that had crossed his face as he stepped over to where Mark was busy trying to back himself into the open doorway of the shower area, his football gear nestled tightly over his crotch in a futile attempt to hide his still hard arousal. "Thanks. I appreciate it." Dropping the keys into his paw, Mark nodded and then waited for the husky to get out of the way so that he could get to his locker and his change of clothes. "You know," the husky began as he tried not to roll his eyes at the other, "you can stop trying to hide the fact that you popped one. I can smell it, you know?" The look in the husky's dark eyes made it clear to Mark that there would be no shame in what his body was currently going through.

"I don't want you to get the wrong idea." The last thing the vulpine wanted was...

"And what would be the wrong idea?" At this point, Jason reached up over the other teen, his much larger frame seeming to exude raw masculinity, not to mention charm as he let his face slip into a knowing grin.

"That I... well, that I..."

"Could be gay?" Mark could have been knocked over with a feather as he looked up at the larger canid with bright green eyes wide as saucers.

"Don't worry," Jason leaned down, his nose touching the tip of Mark's ear as he breathed hot, stale breath onto the tod's head, "I wouldn't mind it if you were."

"Are you...?" The question came out before the vulpine could stop himself from asking. The ramifications of what it would mean for Jason to answer yes so monumental that Mark couldn't help but stare in rapt attention for the other's response.

"That's none of your business, unless you're going to offer me up your ass." Mark let his ears pull back at the same time Jason tipped his own pointed satellites forward.

Both young men seemed to hold their breaths as they waited for Mark to speak. Eyes, big and wide like a hoot owl's, blinked before the russet furred teen's head dropped down. "I don't think... it would be possible for me to take you... even in my wildest dreams." The fox mumbled. The fact that he had just treaded the line towards outing himself didn't color Mark's thoughts at all as he watched the fat bulge in between the husky's legs swell and then pulse before a chuckle drew his attention back north.

"Not many people could, even on the worst day I might have with trying to get it up, but it's at least nice to dream, right?" Jason leaned himself down, took a lick at the smaller fox's nose, and then turned to pad his way back over the bench to get ready to leave.

Mark seemed to be stuck inside of a realm between reality and fantasy as he watched the older canine, his back taut, muscles flowing like water, dark fur matted down from sweat, sit himself down and begin taking off the football equipment he still had on.

"Is it real?" Again, the vulpine's mind seemed to be working against itself as Mark asked the question without really thinking over the consequences of the desired answer.

"Want to come sit on my lap to find out?" The challenge was clear enough that it made something in the tod spark to life. Ears moving forward, tail slapping sharply at the air, Mark made his way over to where Jason was sitting, his football gear being dropped aside in favor of crossing his arms over his chest as he puffed himself up.

"No."

"Then why do you care?" Jason couldn't help but smirk as he let his gaze loom over the much smaller canine in front of him. With their respective size differences, there was little the husky had to fear from Mark if he suddenly decided to make a dumb move. And, on the off chance the other blabbed about what he had seen to someone else, well, the vulpine could get several crossed looks as others would question him about why his gaze had been somewhere it shouldn't.

"Because it doesn't seem possible." There was just no way it could have been true. The sheer output of blood would have made it so that the other would have probably passed out when trying to...

"If you think this isn't, you'll never believe how big it can really get." Jason spread his legs, thrusting his groin out and up into the fox's face, his tongue lolling to the side as he felt heat begin to pool south of the border.

"And then, there are these guys." The husky reached one of his massive hands downwards, cupping himself at the same time he let out a groan of rapture. Mark couldn't stop himself from letting his muzzle drop ever so slightly as his nose twitched from the scent of aroused husky which began to fill the expanse of the locker room. Nothing about what he was seeing could be real; it just couldn't be! But then again, seeing was believing, as someone once said, and in looking to the star of Readington University, all but humping himself against the wood bench he was seated on, eyes half closed, wet snout lifted up into the air, and a small string of drool running down the side of his parted muzzle, Mark could admit that Jason looked... sexy. The fact that the husky's jockstrap, stained from years of use probably, was expanding, growing, and shifting like some living thing only made the situation seem even more surreal than it already was. He felt his own cock shoot pass the eight inch mark as the tod ballooned outwards to stand at his own his full twelve inch length, his foxhood hard like a steel rod as his suddenly clammy feeling paws twitched with the need to reach out and...

Eyes fluttering as he continued to pump his hips forward, the older footballer felt a nice string of pre-cum gush out from the tip of his maleness, even though it was still trapped by a tight white jockstrap that was caging him. Thick dribbles of clear syrup, heady with the scent of the husky's virility, dripped onto the cold floor underneath the spread legs of the older teen, pooling and then spreading like a river as the musky sap reached for the fox standing before Jason. For his part, Mark's jade eyes watched every splatter as though it were precious honey falling from nirvana's river. "You should see what happens when they really get going!" Jason nearly shouted as he felt his balls starting to grow fat and heavy, well more than they already were, in between his legs. " Then again, you've got an impressive set on you, Mark." Jason crooned before he reached up to caress the fox's ample girth.

The fox yipped as he jumped back, his brain trying to process the fact that he had just been... touched... by the older teenager, at the same time his sights continued to hone in on the slurping mess of seminal fluids which were now gushing out from Jason's jockstrap. The strong, musky scent was enough to inform the vulpine that what he was seeing was real. The thick and potent pheromones that colored the air made Mark's own twelve inch tool, which throbbed in between the fox's legs hard enough to actually wave back and forth, spit its own pre-cum out from the mushroomed head of his phallus. With his tail wagging behind him as his heart began to beat loudly within his ears, Mark didn't know why he did it, and the vulpine would spend a long time contemplating his sexuality afterwards because of it, but slowly, like small beads of sand falling down the inside of an hourglass, the teenage tod found himself tentatively easing his way back over to where the other canine was seated, nervousness eating up every inch he stepped.

"That's good, Mark." Jason grunted, his sweat-soaked hand continuing to rub over the cantaloupe sized bulge. "Just come over and a have a little look. It won't hurt you to just take a look, right?" Subtly, the question was asked which would have normally made Mark cock his head to the side, one ear pulling down while the other rotated back and forth in confusion, but at the moment the russet vulpine was just too transfixed on the massive mound in front of him to be worried about what hidden truth could be behind the husky's words.

Kneeling, Mark watched as Jason's pouch continued filling outwards, growing so wide, not to mention large, that the barely contained mass forced the husky to spread his legs just a bit wider to compensate for the girth.

"There's just no way..." the words, as before, seemed to come from some part of the fox's brain, in which logic and rationale no longer had any control over.

"You could always run your tongue over it just to be absolutely sure." Jason's words seemed to be a whisper as the husky rolled his hips forward, the bulge that made up his concealed manhood just inches from touching Mark's spongy, black nose; the threat of the fat mound actually doing so growing much more pronounced with every thrust of the dog's hips. The large puddle of pre-cum that had been draining onto the floor now spread itself to the point where some of it could be felt alongside the flat of Mark's palm. The heat of the sticky slop, unlike the billowing vents of the shower area, made something dark and primal rear itself up within the vulpine, spurring the tod to do things for which he wasn't sure he was ready for at the moment.

Yet, the voice of reason, still trying to flutter on desperate wings within Mark's head, fought against the strange interloper slowly growing more demanding within the fox's psyche. "I'm not... I mean... I don't think that I'm..."

Mark couldn't say.

He wouldn't say it until he sure.

He had that much control, at least.

Yet, because his eyes were cast down, the russet vulpine missed the black sneer which appeared on the corners of Jason's face in light of that fact.

"Then..." Jason paused for a second, his body growing still as the husky growled something unintelligible before continuing, "what would you say to me showing you?"

"You'd really do that?" Mark whispered, excitement teasing the edge of his words as he just imagined what the husky's package must look like without the barrier of cotton shielding it from the world.

"Sure, but you gotta paw off with me if I do." Jason reached over to pat the side of Mark's head, the husky guiding the fox back away from staring in-between his legs into looking up at him. The grin, smug and sure, but not unkind, followed with Jason continuing with his demands.

"And then maybe afterwards you could help me do some other stuff I kinda find hard to do on my own."

"Like what?" Mark asked, his hazy green eyes seemed to grow more unfocused as his nostrils quivered, the enticing scent of canine musk filling up his senses to the point where it was getting all the harder to think.

"Just a couple of things, nothing you need to worry about." Jason's eyes, dark like the night sky, hardened as he stared long into his vulpine's verdant orbs. "I'd never make you do something you don't want to, Mark."

There was a moment of tangible silence between the two furs.

"Uh... okay then." And with that the hand on his head moved down to the side of his shoulder, fingers digging into his fur a second later, before hoisting the tod back up onto his feet.

"Alright then, let's go." Suddenly Mark found himself being led away from the bench by the overeager husky into the showering area.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Mark tried to protest, his sense of self returning somewhat quickly as the power of the fragrant male tonic which he had been drowning his identity within faded from his mind.

"Why?" Jason asked honestly, the husky's dark eyes blinked twice after the other whipped his head around to look at the vulpine. "We're already here!"

"That's not what I was talking about!" Mark grunted as he knocked Jason's arm off from around his shoulder. The husky seemed slightly surprised by that, but smirked to cover his awe as he faced the vulpine fully. "What just happened back there?! I almost..." Mark didn't want to think about it, but it was like his mind had somehow lost all of his inhibitions after smelling the rich, manly scent that wafted from Jason's crotch. Staring at the other teen somewhat accusingly, the tod crossed his arms as he waited for an explanation.

Jason didn't seem to be in any hurry to explain as he moved to lean back against the wall behind him, his thumbs reaching down into the sides of his jockstrap as he began to shimmy himself free from the fabric. "You didn't do anything wrong in my book." The snap of the elastic was met with a tight look as Mark dropped his head down and then gasped. "Just like you're not doing anything wrong now." Tossing his jockstrap over onto the side of one of the sinks nearby, Jason leaned himself upwards to stretch his tired muscles; he still had yet to take a shower, so his funk fogged around him the same as the smog of a city outside during the midmorning. "Everything's just coming naturally, if you know what I mean." The husky snickered as he was sure the other teen didn't.

"How the hell are you so big?!" Mark made a mental note to smack himself over the head with a hammer after this was all over with, just so that he could beat the stupid out of his brain.

Jason sniggered at that, never growing used to how those who knew couldn't help to believe just what he had been gifted with. "Well, it's got something to do with the fact that I was born with a hyperphallic set of genitals, for one." Mark watched in awe as the larger canine reach down with his right hand to begin playing with himself. The state of the other's junk, much larger than the vulpine's own by at least an extra foot, something of a shocker considering that Mark was an unusually big fox in the cock and balls area, made it so that the tod's muzzle was forced to hang open as he watched the husky's genitals grow... and grow... and continue to grow as the once twelve inch soft shaft grew past twenty-four inches and well onto thirty-six inches. If that wasn't enough of a jaw dropper, the other canine's cantaloupe sized balls, hanging low and heavy with seed which audibly sloshed within their containers, slowly filled out to watermelon size as Jason grunted, head turned skyward, while throwing his hips back and forth to add to the stimulation he was giving himself. The slit nestled in between the canine's mushroom glands seemed to be pulsing as fat drops of pre-cum, of which some were the size of silver dollars, spurt free from the husky's urethra to splatter in between Jason's legs onto the ground. "And for two, you could say I was born to be an alpha and nature got just a little bit overexcited by this fact." The barking laugh that came from out of the husky's throat as he caught sight of Mark's left eye twitching ever so slightly served to rouse the vulpine into growling at the other.

"Hey, you did ask."

"You don't have to flaunt it!" Male pride, of which Mark could attest to his being seriously wounded by the husky's greater junk, forced the vulpine to try to put down the canine's greater endowments.

"I don't try to," Jason said honestly.

"Huh?" Mark was sure that he heard wrong. He had to, because what guy on earth wouldn't want to have...

"Not everybody knows that I have this gift, and I don't want them to." Jason grunted as flexed his muscles and then let loose a shot of pre-cum from his cock, of which landed directly against Mark's right foot. The vulpine jumped to the side to avoid the next bullet of clear fluid that aimed itself at him.

"Hey, watch it!" Mark snapped, eyes narrowed to slits as he tried to figure out if the other teen was purposely aiming for him.

"Sorry, but that's one reason not everyone knows about this." Jason smiled abashedly, his prodigious balls, now the size of ripe pumpkins continued to grow and swell, the fluids within them surging outwards as the bulbous containers jostled and sloshed in between the husky's legs like waves lapping at the shoreline. "I sometimes can't control myself, and the last thing I want is to sprout wood somewhere that would be... less than hospitable." The husky panted, his smoldering dark eyes growing unfocused for a moment as bucket load after bucket load of testosterone ran throughout his body through his bloodstream. The snarl of pleasure that coursed free from his lips made it so that Mark was left viewing ivory white fangs poised to grip themselves onto something soft and meaty as the husky thrust his loins forward into the air with greater intensity. The fact that the fat tube of canine flesh had moved up to the husky's chin, brushing up against Jason's lower lip made it so that the older teen was forced to move his cock to the side just so he'd be able to talk to Mark, something the tod found mildly amusing.

"I mean seriously, can you imagine this thing, in the middle of class, getting thick and full?" Jason breathed deeply as he tried to calm his rising lust down. The trick to controlling himself was always difficult to come by when there was someone else near him. His instincts usually screamed at him to chase, pounce, and then mate with the individual until they were left drooling underneath him, their bellies round with his seed, possibly even his cubs, if the other was a female, as the husky dumped gallon after gallon of cum into their body beneath him. Shaking his head to dispel this thought, as he was no rapist who would try to force himself on someone against their will, Jason lowered his lips back over his fangs as he continued talking. "I'd end up with a lot of odd questions by the time class was over. And I'm sure you know, just like I do, that trying to play dumb with Mr. Mackenzie is like trying to play Russian Roulette. You're just going to lose in the end." That got a laugh out of Mark, the vulpine recalling how tenacious the older leopard could be whenever he wanted something done by one of his students.

"Yeah, I guess that would be rather annoying," the fox chuckled.

"Yeah, now think about that, and then imagine it happening on the field during practice." That got a groan from Mark. "Exactly. A bunch of uptight guys, most of them in the closet anyway - I can smell half of them get hard when they pat each other on the back, or lower - looking at me and my junk setting out like some kind of weird fertility fetish from Pan or Dionysius." It took Mark a second to think over who the other teen was talking about.

"Wow, you were actually paying attention in Mr. Robert's class?" The incredulousness in Mark's voice was impossible to hide.

"Hey, I'm not just some meathead!" That got a snarl from out of the older husky, the vibration was so strong that it made both Jason's cock, now standing up over the husky's head, and his gargantuan pumpkin sized testicles jostled with frightening intensity.

"Sorry, but I thought you'd have slept through it like almost everyone else." Mark waved his hands in front of his face in mock surrender. That was one of the most boring days that the fox could remember as he recalled the elderly penguin going over classical Greek deities. He himself had almost nodded off several times during the lecture, mostly because Mr. Robert had a way of droning on and on.

"Nah, I like stuff like that. I even tried to pray to one of them to ask why I got this little joy." Jason said cheerfully, rubbing the head of his massive cock, the touch of his claws along his pre-cum soaked cock, the strands of clear fluid falling like rain down from the slit head down onto the husky and the tiled floor of the shower area in torrents, made the footballer shiver and arc wantonly.

"No kidding?" Mark hoped that he didn't sound as excited as he made himself out to be. It would have totally been embarrassing, well, more so than it already was, seeing how his cock was drooling down the side of his thigh with his own sticky honey. The vulpine's balls hanging low as Mark's tail swung back and forth behind him, causing the fat orbs to sway this way and that.

"Hey, with a dick this big," Jason nodded to his now five foot long penis, the length now less than four feet from touching the ceiling, "you have to admit that somebody somewhere had to have been involved with this." The lights of the bathroom flickered without warning at that, not that either teen noticed.

Jason's words did get a snicker out of Mark, though. Taking a look at the other football player, his legs spread wide, fleshy pink cock standing up almost taller than him, mushroomed glands spouting pre-cum like a broken water fountain onto the now soaked floor, and impossibly humongous balls almost touching the ground, Mark realized that what Jason possessed wasn't so much like an overinflated gift as it was something... that the other just had to deal with. Though, from the way the husky was panting, ears tipped back and hips gently thrusting backwards and forwards, the other teen probably got more than a little bit of pride from using what he possessed. The scent coming from the other's slick mass of pulsating flesh, the veins so thick along the length that they seemed to writhe like snakes, was so potent that it made the fox swoon just a bit. His own cock, hard like a sock full of jawbreakers, squirted out pre-cum, though much less than the clear secretion the husky was producing, at the vulpine's feet only for it to become lost in the ocean of liquid musk staining the floor. Whatever part of the russet fox had been in control earlier, silenced by the intermission of a change of placement between the two, came back with a vengeance as Mark found himself slowly walking up to Jason. The husky, eyes somewhat half lidded as his throbbing cock began to demand that he use both of his hands to stroke the titan of masculinity which overtook most of the canine's rationality.

"Yeah," Mark said, his voice weak and shaky as put himself before the older teen, his jade eyes wide with need, lust... and perhaps even adoration as he hesitantly reached out to touch the spire of meat which was Jason's sex.

"You're taking it better than my last girlfriend," Jason muttered.

"Huh?" Mark said, showing off his great vocabulary as he looked up at the older dog grunting and puffing while pumping his hips lightly.

"Let's just say that I don't try to date too often anymore." The husky snorted before looking away.

"Guess your girlfriends get a little intimidated?" Mark cocked his head, lowering an ear as he did so.

"Not all of them," Jason said, making Mark tilt his head to the side, prompting the husky to continue. "One of them tried to jerk me off by grinding her entire body into me while I was standing and leaking like a tin soldier." Jason murred at the thought, his ears tucking down against his skull as he remembered that hot vixen who had wanted to try almost everything kinky imaginable. "She even tried to stick her fingers into my piss slit once to see if that would help get me off even harder, but it felt too weird, so I had her use her tongue instead. You should have seen the look on her face when I came." To say that the older teen had given the female a taste of what bukkake really was had truly been an understatement after the husky had blown his load all over her face, body, and legs. The fact that she had broken up with him a week later because of that was a moot point to Jason as he had a picture in his memory of the vixen stained white by his cum and looking rather pissed which would be with him forever.

"Then there was this girl who wanted to give me a rimjob," the husky continued.

"What?!" Mark barked.

"Yeah, took me by surprise when she asked me to bend over so she could stick her tongue up my ass." Jason blanched for a moment, his tongue rolling out of his muzzle in complete exaggeration even though there was a bright twinkle of amusement within his eyes. "But, oh man, when she buried her snout under my tail, opened her muzzle, and thrust that tongue of hers into my ass... oooohhhhhh!" Mark watched in disbelief as Jason actually began to shiver all over, his massive cock wriggling like the needle of a seismograph as the older canine recalled the event which had left his toes curling and his muzzle drooling. "I had to get her to try that again! It was just so good!" Jason panted.

"Wow, you must really have done it all when it comes to sexual exploits," Mark muttered somewhat jealously.

"Everything except fuck someone," Jason sighed.

"What do you mean?" The deadpanned look the husky gave the smaller fox made him smile nervously.

"Look at me," the husky nodded his head up and down to show off his impressive masculinity. "It's not like I could stick this thing into anyone." Jason sounded somewhat wistful as he spoke, though the husky's hand continued to stroke himself off. "I mean, the last time I tried to cum in her I ended up having to mop up her room, both floor and ceiling... twice."

"Seriously?!" Mark's eyes were literally as wide as dinner plates as he looked up at Jason slack jawed.

"I wouldn't lie about something like this," the husky groaned, though whether in pleasure or exasperation was anyone guess.

"So, are you still with this mysterious girlfriend of yours?" Mark didn't remember hearing Jason having been dating anyone. The dog was usually very private about his life outside of football.

"Yeah, right. One dumped me a couple of months and ago, and then another one told me to get lost just a couple of weeks ago after we got into a fight." Jason moaned, rolled back his head against the tile behind him as he felt a pleasant clenching begin within his balls.

"Over what?" Mark wasn't sure why he was being so nosey, but something compelled him to want to find out more about the other teenager. The fact that the little voice in the back of his head was getting louder, speaking about how sexy the other footballer looked, especially with his massive dick all but salivating with pre-cum onto the floor.

"Oh, gee, let me think... um... that I couldn't fuck her?" The droll way the canine spoke actually made Mark tip his ears backwards and smile nervously.

"But you just said..."

"Look, forget about it," Jason said, obviously more annoyed than angry with the vulpine.

A moment of silence overtook the locker room, save for the noise of the bigger husky continuing to rub one out, his sticky, sloppy hands pumping at his massive tool.

"So, how's classes going for you?" Jason asked out of the blue, startling Mark back to coherency.

"What?" The fox shook his head, the trance-like state he was falling into slipping away in favor of realization of where he was, who he was with, and why. "Oh, um... good, I guess." The hand that was still hovering within the air didn't return back to the vulpine's side. Instead, it continued to float in between the tod and canine, eager to touch, wanting more than anything to feel the powerful shaft which spilled its rich nectar down onto the floor, but restrained by a silent command not to do so.

"That's cool." Jason snickered, one of his hands reaching up to trace the longest vein underneath the dark pink flesh of his cock. The feeling of teasing a claw along the blood filled tube, of caressing his fingers against the underside of his still growing shaft, had the older football player shivering. Looking at the russet male before him Jason felt his instincts whispering for him to reach out and grab the fox's hand, wrap it within his fingers, then allow to worship his cock. He held back, though. The sound of the husky's tail beating against the tile at his back with its wet slapping sounds, made for an interesting drumbeat, sounding something reminiscent of Mark's own heart which was coincidentally ringing in his ears.

"How about you?" The tod asked, more out of courtesy than true honesty. After all, Jason was accepted into the university. He must have been doing well.

"I'm failing my art and science classes."

"Huh?" Most intelligent answer ever, Mark thought drolly.

"Yeah," the husky grunted, though whether in annoyance or because he was now running his left hand over and across the spheres of his twin pumpkin sized balls with rapid, yet focused motions was left to speculation. "I suck at art and Mr. Drey says I'm 'scientifically challenged'." The canine said with droll emphasis. A roll of his dark eyes proved that Jason was probably more annoyed by his grades than worried over them.

"Wow, I thought you were doing all right in everything," Mark admitted somewhat abashedly. He, like many others on the team, felt that the star player was an all-star at everything since, out on the field, it seemed like everything went Jason's way. Every play, every scramble, every maneuver, if Jason participated in the activity then it went well for him.

"Don't I wish." A shivering moan followed a squirt of glistening husky juice seeping out from Jason's manhood, down onto Mark's still unwavering hand, and then on further to the floor of the shower room. The drains underneath were able to catch the running fluid, the thick jelly-like substance creeping away from the stalk that had produced it to disappear into oblivion, but not before another half cup of the fluid shot out to dribble down onto the floor. Mark watched in fascination, and a little jealously, as Jason's fat cock continued to produce the sexually charged liquid musk which was making the tod's tail flag slightly. The fact that his paw was stained by the hot substance made an excited thrill spread all across the vulpine's body on down to his toes, of which curled ever so slightly. "But, nope, sorry, I'm a screw up when it comes to making sketches and science just confuses me. Now math, that's my subject. Oh, and history." A grunt and then a hiss followed with a thick shot of husky slop shooting out and then onto Mark's head. The tod barely moved to shake the clear musk away as he simply stood like a devout worshiper before the other teen.

"Hehe, I'm better at science but I'm only fair at math, so I guess we're even." Mark rolled his head to the side as he watched Jason's tongue loll from the side of his muzzle, the husky's hot organ pulsing more and more quickly as it began to show all the signs of an impending orgasm.

Jason made several licks against the side of his shaft, mostly in reaction as it seemed though he was more focused on pumping his cock than in truly tasting himself. "Guess we're made for each other, then."

That confused Mark. "I don't get it."

"Haha, you know," Jason began after angling his monster down so that he could look directly into the vulpine's pretty green eyes, "not many guys would be cool with something like this."

"With what?" Mark asked, receiving a deadpanned look from the husky a second later.

"Dude, I've got my cock out, which is almost larger than life, shooting all over you like a basin," the husky nodded to Mark's wet arm and chest, "and you're just cool with it. That's not something most furs would be all right with, not unless they were... I don't know, boyfriends or something." Jason finished, and Mark could do nothing save to let his eyes flutter somewhat nervously.

Turning his head away so that he could wiggle in place, his naked footpaws rolling over each other like a cub who had been caught doing something naughty, made the husky raise an eyebrow, "We're just... you know... standing here, not doing anything wrong."

"Never said it was wrong, but you're here, watching me jack off," Jason let his hips shift dramatically, causing his massive dick to swing from side to side, long strings of pre-cum splashing everywhere, some even getting onto the heads of the showers within the surrounding stalls, "and not running away scared. That's gotta mean something."

"You've got a cock," which was the understatement of the year, "and I've got a cock." Mark reached down to fist himself twice, shuddering as his hyper sensitive organ began to respond to its owner's unfocused antics. "There's nothing going on here that we should be ashamed of." Mark had no idea where his courage was coming from, cause he sure as hell wasn't feeling it on the inside, not with his stomach breeding butterflies, but something happening within him didn't want to back down from this. Some unspoken instinct told him that, if he did, Jason would never look at him the same again. Why that was important, the russet fox wasn't sure.

"And we're just two guys jacking off in a shower at school. There's nothing weird about that." Jason smirked at that. "So why aren't you pawing off, then?" The husky noted that the teenage tod wasn't moving his hand all that rapidly as he gripped the lower end of his twelve inch foxhood, more so holding it, as though waiting for something.

Mark said nothing, though, his cheeks did heat up.

"Maybe you want to get closer?" Jason offered.

"I... want to touch it..." Mark whispered, perhaps even pleading if he were honest with himself.

"Come again?" The husky was moving his left hand so fast that his fingers looked like a blur as they swept up and down, over and over again.

"I want to touch you!" Mark exclaimed, his ears tipped back as he realized how loud he had just been.

"Come here then," Jason said. The order was obeyed with quick efficiency as Mark hurriedly made his way over to the other teen. Once he was just a few scant inches away from the other, the only thing separating them being the husky's gargantuan slab of dogmeat, Jason grit his teeth, flexed his hips and then hiked them forward. The fox had no idea what was going on, not until a large blob of pre-cum slid out from the husky's urethra, only to arc and then curve through the air before smacking Mark onto the face.

"Hey!" Mark shouted, even as the fox licked his lips without thought, as the warm, wet heat saturated his muzzle and snout. The fact that he had already been doused in husky juice was a moot point to the incensed vulpine as the indignation of being painted across the face overcame his sense of dignity.

"Shhh, just let it happen, Mark." Jason murred, loving the sight of the sopping red russet fur belonging to the younger teen turning a beautiful shade of burgundy. Jason's tone was flat, no anger apparent within himself as he ground his hips against the air.

"But I..."

"It won't matter anyway, foxy." Jason whispered. He could feel his orgasm quickly approaching, but he reeled a tight leash over it. 'Not yet,' the dog chanted in his mind. Not until...

"What do you mean?" Mark asked dumbfounded, his jade eyes blinking wide as he watched the older teen's body flex and then tighten like a live wire.

"I'm about to cum soon, Mark." Jason foretold with a great amount of stress in his voice, his cock seeming to swell even more, growing several more inches in length as more and more blood rushed through the canine's body and down into his manhood. "And when I do, my balls are quick to recharge, if you know what I mean?" The vulpine just stood there blankly. "Hehe, these boys," the husky patted his almost humming nuts, "they can produce cum like a fountain, and then fill again maybe in another minute or two later. More so if I'm really pent up, you know, like if I haven't cum for maybe two or three days." Jason huffed, his tail nearly knocking into the wall behind his back as his heart hammered wildly inside of his chest. "You probably think my balls are really big now," the fox turned to look at the oblong masses which held Jason's seed, "but if I hadn't held myself back until now they'd be the size of sixteen wheeler tires." The husky gnashed his fangs together, his breathing coming out in short pants as his hands gripped and squeezed all over his cock. Every vein looked as though it were ready to explode, that was just how stressed the canine's cock appeared as the five foot monster throbbed, beat, swelled, and pulsed in between Jason's legs. "Not to mention that my dick can actually grow more than six feet in length." The husky growled as he thought over something. "It was five and a half the last time I was coherent enough to measure it, not sure about now since the last time was a year or so ago."

Mark paid no mind to what the husky was trying to say. He was so focused as he watched Jason's titanic cock, his mind basking in the scent of the greater male's virility, not to mention sexual prowess.

"Do you want me to cum on you, foxy?" Jason asked.

"I... I don't... maybe?" Mark didn't think he could have answered that question with anymore coherency even if he hadn't felt hypnotized by the older footballer's dick.

"Stand where you are and don't move then." Mark, unable to disobey, simply stood before Jason, tail cast down, cock nearly ready to blast off like a rocket, and eyes wide like saucers as he watched every detail of what was happening with the husky's maleness. A grunt left from Jason's lips right at the same time another shot of pre-cum, this one much bigger than any before, shooting out to splatter over the top of the vulpine's head again.

"Consider this your initiation into being a part of my private pack, Mark." Jason reached up with his other hand to bay the younger tod to step closer to him.

"You dogs and your pack rituals," Mark growled, his rational senses fighting back hard, even though the war had obviously been lost. "We're not ferals anymore! You don't have to lift your leg and spray to mark your territory." Yet, as he said this, the vulpine didn't move out of the way as the older teen hit him with another gout of pre-cum, this time the clear dribble running down until it poured like honey across Mark's groin and thighs.

"You're going to smell like me, fox," Jason declared before reaching out to hug the other teen next to him, their two bodies meshing together like a hand into a perfectly sized glove as the much larger form of the husky swallowed up the smaller form of the younger tod. "And, this way will prevent anyone from trying anything with you after I graduate." Mark wanted to ask what that had to do with anything. After all, it wasn't like the vulpine had any enemies at Readington University. "Now hush up and get back to pumping that slim meat of yours!"

"Oh yeah, you're one to talk with that freaking log you've got for a dick." Strangely enough, the banter between them seemed to make some of the sexual tension that had been building break as Mark started to pump his hand up and down his own maleness. The fact that Jason's pre-cum, still hot and sticky, dripped down from the vulpine's face and chest, slowly coating over the fox's cock making Mark's paw pad run much more quickly over his foot long stalk, was not missed by the younger man. But at the moment, when looking up at the older teen, watching Jason snarl in pleasure as he rubbed both his hand and himself against the husky's monumental dick, Mark didn't bother to complain.

"So, you want me to help you with your science work?" The fox offered, a moan leaving his lips as he ran his fingers down the side of his twitching member, squeezing it in that pleasurable sort of way that made his tail arc and his spine shift.

"Aren't you in a different class than me?" Jason asked, the husky grunting, nearly snorting as he felt his elephantine balls bounce against his legs, the cum within swishing around like wine in a bottle as the husky's cock continued to spout stream after stream of gelatinous pre-cum out and down the side of the canine's legs onto the floor. The pool which had grown from the previous droplets of pre-cum now arching up and over the canine's foot, the drains having given up trying to slurp it all down.

"Yeah, but I think I can help you out. I mean, I've got some of the highest marks in my own science class, so..." Mark let the sentence drop as he felt Jason's arm clench around him.

"Hehe, it's alright. If you're offering, I'd take whatever I can get." Jason whispered into Mark's ear while at the same time rutting his muscular hips against the air with fast paced motions.

"You mean in class right?" Mark turned his head, green eyes somewhat hazy as the fox panted through his muzzle, his heart hammering so hard inside of his chest that it was causing his body to burn as sweat began to pool across his fur.

"What else would I mean, Mark?" Using the fox to help keep extra pressure onto the side of his dick, the husky could feel the first of what would be many orgasms about to approach. He didn't know how many he'd spend on the fox today, but he was sure to get at least one good one out before he took the tod home with him.

"I... don't know." The russet vulpine turned his head down to watch where both he and Jason were connected. Their bodies seemingly to almost meld together into one as the much more muscular canine hugged him into the side of his body. The fact that Mark was all but face-first against the side of the older canine's cock was not something the vulpine missed, not with the way he could see the pulsations of the husky's girth growing more and more pronounced. His tongue, restless like a child in a candy store, eagerly lashed out to take a taste of the taller dog. Jason shivered because of it. "I just... feel like you want me for something else." Mark would deny everything he was doing once they were outside, but for now...

"Like?" Jason urged.

"I'm not trying to be your boyfriend, Jason." Mark said honestly. Mark was smart enough to realize that the other teen might want to ask more of him, but he wasn't... he couldn't be...

"Okay," Jason said simply, catching the fox by surprise. "I mean, a skinny runt like you is a little under my league, anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" The fox turned his head upwards to glare hotly at the older canine.

"Heh, have you ever had a girlfriend before?" Jason leaned down around his turgid cock to press his nose into Mark's.

"Not really, no." The vulpine replied, his lips twitching slightly as though he wanted to snap at the other, but refrained from doing so.

"That's what I mean." Jason licked across Mark's nose for the second time today, the taste of the fox's sweat and his own pre-cum sparking electric bolts of need within the husky's brain.

"And will you stop doing that?!" The vulpine growled, though it was nothing compared to Jason's happy rumble of a moan.

"Give it a second, then!" was all Jason exclaimed before a grunt and then a groan followed the husky, arching onto the balls of his feet, his cock knocking back against the underside of his chin as it reached almost five and a half feet in length, balls inflating to the size of beach balls, as his flesh began throbbing almost violently with the pulse of the husky's raging heart before the mass of flesh jolted and then shot strong streams of cum out from the head onto the ceiling.

"Holy shit!" Mark said, though the rest was muffled as the dog's cum bounced from the top of the shower room and then landed down onto the top of both Mark's and Jason's head.

The vulpine yipped and then moaned as he felt Jason hug him closer, the vibrations of the husky's cock continuing to shoot out long, pearly white ribbons of cum, thicker than Mark's elbow, was an experience which made the tod gasp as it triggered his own climax. Hands still wrapped around their respective pricks, the two footballers howled and yapped as they came. Mark's cum became lost in a sea of husky seed as Jason continued to cum for more than ten minutes straight, the husky's repressed orgasm just so powerful that it seemed to never want to end. It was only by some saving grace that Mr. Manning didn't come in to see the sight of two of his students as they lost themselves to the throes of passionate ecstasy. It would have been a very interesting sight to see for the older rhino, especially if he would have wondered why Jason refused to let Mark go throughout the entirety of his orgasm. The larger husky, head tipped back, eyes slammed shut tight enough to almost look as though the other was in gut-wrenching pain, refused to release the young vulpine. Holding the other as close as he was, one could almost say that it looked as though Jason was protecting Mark from the world as he doused more and more of his cum out from his slowly deflating balls. The oversized orbs pulled up as they released their held treasure.

The husky's seed covered the whole shower area by the time Jason lowered his head to pant in exhaustion. If the janitor would have come in at that moment, the older pelican would have taken one look around, done a double-take just to make sure that he was actually seeing what he knew couldn't have been plaster on the walls, and then went to the principal's officer to turn in his badge and mop. There was no way that the dog semen was going to come out from without the sprinklers coming on, or a pressure hose being used. It was just impossible as Jason had, literally, marked everything within the medium sized area to the point where the cum that had been trying to slip down the drain had caused a backup. The subsequent result of the white fluids not having anywhere to go meant that husky seed traveled out of the rim of the open doorway leading to the locker room.

Not that Jason could have cared about that. Only after turning to blink, his head on down to his toes were painted with his seed, so it took him a second to get his eyes working correctly, and seeing Mark covered in his cum.

"Damn, that was good!" The husky laughed and panted at the same time. With his tail now somewhat stuck to the back of the wall behind him, Jason wagged the slightly curled appendage to show the truth of his statement as best he could before leaning down to lick over a certain tod's wet face. "Haven't been able to do that in a while," the canine said, even though he could feel his balls quickly refilling for a second round.

"Gee, I wonder why?" Mark said, the vulpine somewhere in a state between shock, confusion, awe, incredulity, euphoria... and excitement, as he tried to use his claws to scrap the thick gunk out of his now matted fur. "Are you sure you're not some kind of sex demon masquerading as an anthromorph, because I mean, really!" The vulpine didn't know if he wanted to know the answer as he failed to clean himself off. The sap covering him seemed to simply gunk over his hand, refusing to drop down onto the floor with the rest of the husky's intoxicating fluids. The smell was so powerful that Mark didn't even realize that, despite his anger, or more like vexation, there was a wiry smile slapped across his muzzle.

"I don't know, honestly." That made Mark stop what he was doing, turn, and then silently stare at the other teen. "I mean, of course I'm not!" A bemused grin formed across the russet fox's face at that.

"You don't sound sure." Mark failed to notice that the arm holding him had relented some, giving the other plenty of opportunity to move to the side.

"Heh, maybe I'll pray to someone tonight to ask them. Cause, you know, you could be right." Jason let his head turn to the side, his lips pulling down a bit. "I mean, I... wanted to go into the porn business after I graduated. That can't be normal, right?" The sight of the once proud and confident canine being reduced to an almost pup-like state of uncertainty, ears turned down, tail no long wagging, had Mark silent for a second.

"It wouldn't matter anyway," Mark said, catching Jason's attention.

"And... why's that?" The husky's ears tipped back skywards.

"Because you'd probably end up as a science experiment working for the government making super puppies with this thing!" The fox patted the slowly deflating cock, the mass of dog cock was currently down to three and a half feet and not quite soft yet.

"Oh, really?" That made Jason cross his arms over his shoulders, his biceps bulging to show off his strength as he stuck his chest out defiantly. "And how's a female going to carry one of my pup's to term for this super soldier project, smartass?!"

Mark pulled away from Jason, the two of them coming unglued from each other with a sticky stretchy rip like sound as both of their fur coats pulled away from one another. "Wow, you really do suck at science if you don't know about in vitro fertilization!" The fox then headed to the nearest shower stall, leaving the curtain pulled aside as he stepped inside.

"I told you that!" Jason barked as he followed the other into the shower.

"Yeah, well, you might want to come over so I can teach you a couple a things. The last thing we need in this world is a meathead clone of yours running around filling the world with more meatheads." The sound of the shower knob being turned, the screeching metal making both canids lower their ears for a moment, took up the air before the hiss of falling water streamed out across the two footballers.

"Oh, like you're so smart, Mr. 'I'm bad at math!'" Jason quoted the air while grinning at the tod.

"They made a calculator for a reason, wise guy. And I happen to have two."

"Should I even ask if you can do long division? You know, just in case you run out of batteries."

"I've heard of that before. Is that the thing you do with a pencil and putting numbers in a box?"

The rest of the time spent in the shower was spent cleaning and bantering with one another. Neither Jason or Mark noticed the happenings around them as they cleaned each other off, got out, mindful of the sludge not yet drying, then made their way to the locker room. Both football players decided to continue their conversation back at Mark's house with Jason following the fox in his truck.

"And you know," Mark said as the two of them packed their stuff into their lockers before slamming their respective metal cabinets closed, "you could make a lot of money putting up photos on the net. I bet some hot, young females would pay out the ass for a chance to see that swinging on their screensavers." The vulpine chuckled as he watched a shudder of lust run through the back of the husky's naked spine on down to his tail.

"Oh, yeah," Jason stuck his tongue out in pleasure at the thought. His cock even seemed to agree with such a thought as the now silent mass, stuck comfortably back home inside of its owners' jockstrap, wriggled playfully inside of the star football player's shorts. "That'd be somewhat pimp to have happen," the husky whined, his tail wagging behind him in a show of pure excitement, "so I think I'll let that be the first thing you help me out with."

"Huh?" Marked questioned intelligently.

"Remember, I told you how you'd have to do a couple of things for me before we got started?" Jason looked down at the vulpine, his eyes narrowing slightly as he playfully smirked at the other teen.

"Uh, not really, no." Mark's head was still a little hazy from the aftermath of cumming as hard as he had, so certain facts were a bit harder to draw from than others.

"Well you did, and I'm doing to make you keep your word, Mark!" Jason said with a growl, the star football player making it quite clear how much he intended to not let the other youth get out of what he had agreed to.

"Hey, wait, a minute!" Mark yelped. "Why do you need me to help you? Can't you do that by yourself?" The thought of him getting involved with such an illicit act made the tod squirm in place, his tail ducking underneath the crux of his thighs.

"Yeah, but it'll be better to have you there with me, you know, just to show everybody that I'm not photoshopping my dick, or whatever folks do to get attention." That time, one of his exes had shown him the difference between a real life thirteen inch cock and a photocopied one, the subtleties having lingered with the young husky for several hours afterwards as he sat at home wondering if he were one of the only people in the world to have a dick so huge. His dad was normal sized, and so was his grandpa so... "It'd be nice to be able to show what I'm working with to all the hot chicks out there!" Jason reached down to fondle himself, his claws reaching in to tease the still sensitive flesh of his wakening hard-on through his shorts, though warning it to keep down after pressing his claws across the shifting mass. "Let them know what their boyfriend's aren't packing!" As the husky thought more and more about the idea he felt a greater sense of pride welling up within his chest, his canine meat swelling in time as Jason lightly began to thrust his loins forward into the air. Already he could feel his cantaloupe sized balls sloshing as cum began to churn within his testicles. A whimper let the world know that it wouldn't be long before the husky was ready to blow another massive load once again.

Mark stayed silent for a moment, his mind a buzz as he tried to think over just what part he could play towards helping his new friend out, though not entirely sure why he wanted to, since that might be straying into areas the vulpine dare not tread. "You know, all you need is a webcam and some software. Do you have an account with..." was the last thing that could be heard around the corner from where the two footballers were exiting out from locker room to the school's side parking lot.