Bedroom Gridiron
York takes note of a promising young rival athlete on the field. After playing a risk manoeuvre during play he invites the canine back to his place for some personal pointers.
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Bedroom Gridiron
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BEDROOM GRIDIRON
by Iscin
This is a work of erotic fiction.
All characters portrayed within are 18 years of age or over.
York © His Player.
All rights reserved © 2016.
There he is York thinks to himself as his emerald eyes set upon the outside linebacker on the pitch. The orca has been taking notice of the husky ever since seeing him play nearly a dozen matches earlier on in the season. Representing a rival college it was only a matter of time, and successful wins, until their two teams would be facing off against one another. In a sense it is a blessing for Arturo Thunder, the dog in question, that this match is on neutral ground. If it were on York's home turf there would have been an incident in the locker room preventing either one to actually play tonight.
All of the men here are athletic and healthy of course, to be anything less would disallow them from being competitive. However, Arturo is a specimen above the others, something approaching the kind of excellence that York so egomaniacally considers himself to be in. Of course, since Arturo is only a canine, the actual peak of his physically zenith is somewhat beneath the orca's. Not that it is any less impressive, from a chest as if carved out of fluffy white marble and thighs like pistons, he is in a word herculean for a husky.
After the pomp and circumstance comes the coin flip. Arturo's team calls it. Play begins. York is not playing according to strategy. He is out here to make a very important first impression as the dirt kicks up under the stamping feet of twenty two tall and tough men. Arturo is so busy on positioning as his team splits formations that he only just notices the charging orca bull at the last possible moment. The look of surprise is all the reward York needs before their bodies impact.
The cetacean's arms are like something that should be owed to a fictional cyborg, or worse. As he locks around the other burly man their feet skid on the field. A canine's pleading bark is all that sounds before they both begin tumbling in the direction of the husky's rear side. York's grip only continues to tighten as their pectorals press against one another, almost as if he is trying to create some kind of locking action between their shirts as the two finally reach impact on the ground.
It all occurred in only a few seconds, but it seemed so much longer for their combined momentum to cease. Arturo groans as the pain from his lower back finally transitions its way along his spine. No one has ever tackled him quite so forcefully as this grinning fish man just has. Wait, why is he so happy? The match itself fades from the dog's awareness as he begins noticing things they are not adding up in his mind of what the offensive team's quarterback should be doing.
There are little things like the way his strong hands are king of caressing the back of the dog's head, helmet or no helmet, helping to prevent any concussion from the impact of the fall. However, the most significant anomaly is that which is homing down, face to face. The orca has lifted his helmet guard and visor, and is now in the process of lifting off the husky's helmet with those same caressing hands. Arturo figures it out with a confused whimper as the larger man on top embraces him, mouth to mouth.
'So, are you doing anything after the match?' York asks with absurdly feigned innocence.
'What?'
'I thought not.'
Arturo Thunder feels the edge of the bed against his thighs a second before being pushed back. He barks in surprise as he hits the mattress, the springs audibly twanging that his pointy ears pick up. The one who pushed him, York, is already pulling down the dog's shorts, eager to get on with what he intends to be an evening of raw man on man fucking. Arturo's skin underneath chromatic fur flushes red as he feels the warm air touch his plump sheath and ripened balls. He looks down and at the cetacean as the other man reaches down and runs the smooth and muscular fingers of one hand over the canine's package.
'I thought you wanted to show me yours first.' The husky whimpers as blood begins rushing to his no longer slumbering doghood.
'Patience. You'll get the full package soon.' York admonishes as he continues fondling the husky's junk. 'Get your shirt off first.'
The dog might be smaller than the overpowering killer whale, but he is every bit the pinnacle of his kind. Even in a submissive mindset and exposed position, it is hard to imagine the dog as anything other than alpha material as his sheath fattens and the tip of his red spear surges forth. York waits until the Arturo has his shirt off before swinging his massive tail around and using the broad fluke to press him down against the bed. He is using just enough pressure to keep the smaller man pinned down whilst he starts playing with his family jewels.
This is not fair. But then that is the theme with the big whale. With the object of his desire now at his mercy, York grips the other man's dog cock, making sure to squeeze around the thick, knotty base and begins to work it up and down. Arturo whines louder still, his legs kicking and his hands clutching at the bed linen. However, the best part is now, where York quite dramatically reaches underneath and between the husky's thighs, two pre-moistened fingers going straight for his tailhole and prostate beyond.
'Ah! Fuck!' The dog barks as his buttocks and sphincter clench down around the invading fingers and his cock jumps an inch or two inside of York's other hand.
'Just testing you out first. If you can endure this without coming early then you might just survive the real thing.' York explains before both of his finds finally retreat.
With the fluke tail still pinning Arturo, the orca licks the finger of both hands, tasting either musky part of the husky. With no sense of smell it is the only way he can appreciate the other man's flavour before drowning it in cetacean spice. Arturo is still hard, his impressive rod throbbing against the furry six-pack on his belly. The furry guy almost looks peaceful as he groans and shudders, his body, and especially his prostate, recovering from the unexpected stimulation.
Before Arturo can get more comfortable, York advances to the main course of their meal for two. His tail lifts back off of the dog, letting Arturo sit upright if he wants, whilst York starts with removing his own top. With no jacket or shirt on now the orca rolls his shoulders and tenses each part of his Adonis-like physique. From chiseled abdomen to bouncing pecs, all the way to broad shoulders that play host to arms as thick as large branches of a great oak. The black and white aquatic mammal is a muscular behemoth, who has a great love for voyeurs and the way they gawk as he flexes and shows off what only nature and hard work can give a man.
Arturo has grown deathly silent whilst watching the imposing half-naked man pose, stretching and flexing as if limbering up for a bodybuilding show. The canine is just a little envious, but that envy is nothing compared to what emotions he now feels as York finally drops his pants. Jesus is that real? Big guys do not always pack big guns, except in this case it is more of a forebodingly dark artillery emplacement. The white blubber of his chest is suddenly broken by a black python that dangles as a third leg on the orca, accompanied by two heavy white orbs clutched tight in their sac. He grins as he wrestles with the anaconda, lifting it even as blood begins to flood into it, swelling up in length and girth.
'How do you want it?' York asks whilst working his shaft with one hand.
'D-Doggystyle?' The cliched suggestion only just escapes the dog's lips as his ears reflexively pull back.
'Assume the position.' York commands with a grin plastered from one end of his mouth to the other.
Husky's have a reputation for being a sturdy, hard working breed. However, something of this magnitude will tax the curly tailed dog as he climbs up on the mattress, belly down, ass up. He feels more than sees the orca climb up after him, the mattress depressing under their combined muscular weight. The big man's hands slide up around Arturo's waist before he feels something large and hot sliding up between his furry buns. York teases him by rubbing against his crack before now asking that he reaches for the drawer beside the bed and retrieve a discrete bottle of colourless, odourless lubricant.
York takes the bottle passed to him, flips the cap and now starts pouring the gooey liquid down over dick and rump alike. The canine shivers as he feels his rear become moistened by the lubricant, as well as a little pre-ejaculate that the cetacean is already beginning to dribble. Once half empty the bottle is discarded down to the floor. Hands back in position, York pulls the dog underneath him. Arturo yelps as he feels the tip of the whale's tremendous erection poke at his entrance, and finally it pierces him.
Only through the application of shear strength is York able to get the fat head of his cock to fit on the first go. Even with the teasing and the lube, the dog is far too tight to easily accept such an incredibly endowed male. The receptive man hangs his head down, jaw clenching and his throat growling as the first few inches are worked inside of him. The only role required of the linebacker now is to try to and loosen up for the orca and take it until nothing more will fit inside. No small task considering the athletic dog is not accustomed to being the bottom omega, and with every slightest movement, he is tightening ever harder around the invading fuck rod.
'Fuck! I haven't had one as tight as you in months!' York bellows over Arturo. The husky is either unwilling in incapable of replying, as he alternates being growls and heavy panting between each drive of the orca's hips.
With rhythm and firm hands holding the dog by the waist, York slowly loosens him up. Pulling back just a little, only to push in just a little further than before. Consecutive thrusting means a dog that is just a little looser and a great deal more welcoming than the one only moments ago. The black python is moving like a well oiled piston, entering and exiting the dog's stretched boypussy with almost practised ease at this point. When York thrusts, it has a knock on effect for the dog's own red and turgid erection slapping against his abdomen, the linen is no longer so dry as before.
A brief interlude interrupts the careful stretching out of the dog as York pauses. His hands change position to stroke against and knead the furry flesh of the husky's buttocks. Arturo moans and wiggles in response, but is confused as to what the orca is planning. York slaps it once, twice and gauges the reaction before placing his hands back where they were and telling the canine to brace himself. This time, as he thrusts forward, York pulls the husky back towards himself, using just enough strength without risk of hurting the submissive dog.
The last hurdle is taken and conquered. York sighs as he feels his entire, throbbing black cock fit snugly inside of the husky. Arturo meanwhile howls in response. His claws tear at the bedsheets as his eyes roll back and the patter of dog spunk can be heard jetting out and landing on the mattress. The killer whale may have successfully hilted the linebacker now, but the other athlete is paralysed by the experience. Having now discharged himself the husky is slinking down, his furry belly soaking up some of his own semen the forward half of his body slumps.
'I'm not done yet!' York declares as he pulls back and rams into the dog again.
Arturo is more uncomfortable than anything else, enduring what he may as the killer whale resumes pounding him. Only, this time, York is going in all of the way. Every ass stretching inch feels so much sharper to Arturo now that he is still riding in his refectory period. Yet no matter how hard he might try to dissuade the orca from fucking him so hard, to wait and let him recover, York just keeps on going. Like a machine the killer whale his crotch against the dog's ass hard and with perfectly timed rhythm so that his balls slap out a backing beat to the act itself.
Both men are vaguely aware of the room shaking around them as the whale heaves and the bed rocks forward against the wall, the vibration of the impact knocking some of the plaster down from the ceiling. Never in his life has the husky known such a thing. Even as his legs start to go numb he can only imagine what kind of sore pain he will have to contend with in the proceeding days of recovery. Not that his thoughts are remaining very consistent as with each intrusion of colossal cetacean cock his body quakes, his eyes roll back in his skull and the dog whimpers in a drooling mess against the pillows.
For York this is a home run. No matter how numb his partner is getting whilst speared on his turgid dick, the orca is just going fast and hard. His breathing laboured, his skin sweaty and glistening in the light. The whale's loins churn with their heavy charge, ready to unload in an act of volcanic intensity. Arturo can feel the larger man's hands move once again, as the orca leans down on top, his arms wrapping around the dog and holding him tight. Only short thrusts now, as his cock twitches deep inside of the worn out canine's rump.
The intensity and the volume of York's ejaculation is such that Arturo can feel it travelling down the long, thick delivery mechanism before the hot liquid blasts out deep within his gut. There is no room to escape as the orca holds the whimpering man in place. Locked down the husky has no choice but to be bred, feeling the larger man's hot seed radiate within him. It almost soothing were it not for the shear amount taxing his capacity and distending his belly just the smallest amount.
'Oh fuck,' York gasps as he reaches the end of his deep climax. 'You are one tight little lay.'
'C-Can you pull out now?' Arturo asks with a whimper.
'Eventually I will. Don't want to soak the bed all at once do we?' York says with his beak against the show fur of the husky's neck. 'Doggies sure like their big bones, huh?'