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Thanks Coach!

by

Gruffy

2016

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Heheh, the dirty professor is most definitely back once more with his antics, and Heru is again to thank for making this happen! I hope you have a good time and I look forward to your comments!

Cheers!

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Coach Lancer was sitting in his office on the athletics block of the university campus, deep at thought poring over the notes he had scribbled down during the latest football practice. He had new plays to design while thinking about ways on how to boost the morale after the team had lost their previous game the other week. The Rottweiler cut a burly, dark figure, even while wearing a red cap indoors, along with a red sweatjacket that was open and showed a toned chest covered by a sleeveless T-shirt. His brass whistle hung from a chain against his breastbone like some sort of an athletic dog tag.

The muscled dog hunched over his notes also when there was a knock on the door.

"Enter!" he barked out.

The door was not locked, and hence whoever was outside could simply step in.

"Good afternoon, coach!"

The fur in question was a very large, lumbering bear, bespectacled and decisively unathletic in his appearance, especially in comparison to the prim and proper Coach who did not an extra ounce on him.

"Professor Caulfield," the Rottie's ears twerked in the bear's direction. "What can I do for you?"

"Hmmmmwell..." the bear rumbled, "I was simply dropping by."

The dog folded his arms over his chest and tilted his head.

"Funny that, since your faculty is on the other side of the campus," Coach Lancer said.

"Can't a bear just have a nice walk, then?" the Professor suggested with a grin.

The Rottweiler turned with his chair a little and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"On a Friday afternoon, too...when the classes are over..."

"Would I slack off from my teaching duties, Coach?"

The dog harrumphed.

"I would not put anything much beyond you, Professor," said the Rottie.

The bear laughed with his usual deep timbre. He walked deeper into the office, eyes roaming the decor consisting of football posters and assorted sports equipment the Rottweiler didn't seem to have any other place for storing it. The Professor certainly didn't mind it. They had a musty smell to them, dirt, worn leather, maybe some sort of plastic too. The bear enjoyed that, among other things, even if the dog's scent was the primary feature of the room. His personal musk mingled with sweaty from what must've been his latest session on the field, the bear thought with pleasure.

"Is that so?" stated Professor Caulfield.

The dog looked up to him and flicked an ear.

"Well you don't come here unless you have something in mind," the Coach said.

The Professor put one of his huge paws down onto the Rottie's desk and gave him a long look.

"My time is as precious as yours, Karl," the bear said. "I know you are very busy with your charges, just like I am with mine."

The dog gave him a pointed look.

"They offer me endless challenges," the Professor said.

"I just kick their asses to make them play better football," Coach Lancer said.

The bear smirked.

"Kick indeed..."

Lancer licked his lips.

"Though I suppose you still do what you do best with asses..." the dog mused.

Professor Caulfield thrummed the tabletop with his padded fingers. His smile had definitely taken onto a lascivious quality by then. He pursed his lips, as if he was about to give the Rottie a kiss.

"Always," he said. "And I am glad to say that your teams keep providing me with...material for my pursuits."

The Rottie chuckled roughly.

"You revel in those doofuses, don't you?"

"Revel is a perfect word to describe it, alright," the bear smacked his lips. "They bring a lot of enjoyment, that is for sure."

"Is that so, then?" the Rottie asked. "Here to question me whether anyone else I know is failing their classes and might benefit from your special tutoring?"

"Hmmm...not quite," the Professor said. "Though it is something quite special I do need of you...if you would oblige..."

The Rottie snorted.

"That what it's called now?" said the coach.

"Do I need to say please?" the bear pouted some. "Or..."

He stood up and took a step from the side of the desk to give himself enough room so that he could turn and undo his belt. It opened with a jingle, and then down went his pants, and underwear, in one move as the loose garments shuffled to the floor.

"...just do this..." the bear stated as he gripped his ass cheeks and spread them a little, raising his tail in the process and shaking his rear a little for the Rottie's benefit.

The Coach let out a low rumble. The sight of the voluptuous rump certainly made his cock grow hard with all the energy a man of his health and strength possessed. It might have not been one of the taut, muscled rears that bounced along the field every day for his eye's enjoyment, but it was still a sight to behold for the horny Rottie. Besides, he knew that the deeply furrowed hole presented to him in such a slutty fashion did not get particularly much use, with the exception of a particular hard, knotted red rocket belonging to the college football coach.

"What do you think?" said the Professor. "Enough to make the straight coach forget himself for fifteen minutes?"

The bear wriggled his full rump and grinned some more, lustily.

"Or maybe thirty...?" the bear swung his tail.

The coach pulled open the bottom draw on his desk drawer.

"Bend over then, bitch," the dog grunted.

"I like it when you speak sweet nothings to me, Coach," the bear snickered.

He turned about and planted his paws on the desk and gave the Rottie another needy face while he let his ass jutt backwards more prominently. His own heavy cock sprouted out of his musky sheath and hung over the Coach's worn desktop.

The Rottie got up from his chair and rounded over to the side of the now presented ass. He greeted the Professor's large rump by giving it a slap that echoed off the brick walls of the office.

"Dirty lil' slut ass?"

"Big fat ass," said the Professor.

The Rottie fondled himself through his sweatpants while the other paw opened the bottle of lube he had taken out of his desk. The sight of the upturned rump got him seriously going, especially with the knowledge that the bear could take it as hard as the Coach could dish it out.

"That's about right," Coach Lancer growled.

"Show daddy a good time..." the Professor rumbled.

The Coach squirted lube onto his paw and immediately moved the slick digits into the bear's rump. He jammed his padded fingertips against the bear's hole and pushed. He did not intend to be careful with it, knowing what the Professor could take. He'd just have to make it slick and he knew it'd work like a charm.

"I'll show you what you're missing out on," the Rottie snorted. "Been too long since I got this filled..."

"Hmmm..." the bear adjusted his paws on the desk while he pushed back against the Coach's probing.

"Tight little bear pussy..." the Coach growled.

"Better than girls," the Professor smirked, before a jab from the fingers digging onto his butthole made him moan out instead.

"Say again?" the Coach grinned.

"Hmmph...asshole..."

"Just the way you like it," the Rottie snorted.

He was tired of teasing himself, or the bear. He thought the Professor was enjoying it a bit too much, and he himself had only gotten a little self-fondling as of yet. That had to be fixed soon, decided the Coach, as he pulled his sweatpants down under his balls and let it all hang out for free.

"There we go..." he grabbed himself and slapped the bear's ass with his heavy shaft.

"Hmmm..." rumbled the bear.

The Coach still had the lube in his paw, and squirted a trail of it over his red rocket as if he was just putting mustard onto a wiener. He smoothed the cool gel onto the length of his shaft, with his padded fingers making sloppy noises with the masturbating motion that ensued. He could see the bear's ears flicking at the sound of that.

"You're gonna get fucked," the Coach declared. "Gonna screw you like you fuch the bitches who want to pass their course..."

"Hmmm..it's my...uh..." the bear gasped when he felt fingers on his ass again, and an extra helping of lube, "...ah...educational duty..."

"You better just concentrate on grunting for now," the Coach declared. He slapped his cock against the bear's crack and tailbase a few times before he grabbed the tail in question and put his blunt canine tip against the bear's glistening hole.

"Hmmm...yessir..." the bear murmured.

The Coach smirked toothily.

"Big bear's a big bitch..." he said.

"Hmmm...only for you...for now..." the Professor huffed. The feeling of a warm cock against his hole made him much more likely to play along to the dog's suggestions.

Claws dug onto the bear's hefty hips when the Rottie coach began to push. The bear's hole opened up almost immediately and let him in, and the dog was not about to complain about anything when he was getting cock to scratch that rare itch of prostate kind that sometimes overtook him and filled his mind about ideas of getting his butt filled, too.

"Just let Coach show you a few moves..." the dog growled.

His hips began to move. His cock made an obscene noise, sinking into the bear's hole before it was pulled out for the return pass to come after only a moment, swinging balls slapping onto the huge ass in question.

"Hmm...ram it in..." the bear grunted.

He was about to do a lot more of that, too, behind the locked door of the Coach's office. The Rottie fucked him hard and fast. His bulky knot caressed the bear's slippery hole with every firm pumping motion into the Professor's ass, stretching on the ring muscle and making the bear's own cock jerk and droop even further over the Coach's desk. The whole thing creaked under the bear's weight and sounded like it might collapse any moment. Maybe they'd have to race for it, or face the ire of the janitors for breaking furniture.

It certainly sounded like it, with the dog huffing while he pounded the Professor's ass. His muscled hips slammed onto the bear's cushioning rump that was probably going to feel as if it'd been spanked by the time the entire ordeal would be over. The Rottie went at it hard and fast, riding the bear hard as if he was a young buck half his age.

The dog definitely did not behave like someone of his own age. He rammed the bear's ass like a teen stud just in the throes of his greatest hormone storms. The heat of the slick tunnel, the clenching hole, the stern body and the fuzzy, warm rump hitting his groin every time he bottomed out, and the deep musk that permeated the air, mixing with the stench of the used sports equipment, it all caressed the Coach's senses and encouraged him to further ravage the bear's lubed rear.

"Good bitch boy," the Coach swatted the bear's ass.

"Hhhmmphhrr..."

"Dirty fuckbutt..."

"That's...hmnnnn...imaginative..."

Another slap!

"Don't get smart...just get fucked!"

"Hhmmmhh...harder..."

The Coach crashed forward and tugged on the bear's neck ruff with his teeth.

"Someone wants it hard?" he ground his knot against the bear's hole, churning his cock inside the Professor's aching rump.

"F-fuck yeah..." growled the bear.

"Then take it..."

He got hammered.

The bear's cock bounced and slapped against the desk while he got it hard from behind, bent over like a bitch. The Rottie's face was pulled into a hot grimace of pleasure and dominance while he fucked the much larger, older man hard. He felt powerful, and horny, and especially pleased in the knowledge that he was the bear's steady cock to go to whenever the usually dommy ursine needed some.

It would be his duty to oblige such a request, and his big knot was just the instrument to make sure that the bear's ultimate needs would be sated. Getting it into the hole required some negotiation, to force the bulb of flesh into the ass that craved to be filled and spread open before the tunnel was sprayed with a healthy load of dirty cum.

"Gonna fill it..." the Coach growled. "Home run..."

"Hhmmm...get that...goal in..." the bear huffed.

The slimy knot pumped its way through the bear's fleshy gate and lodged in. The added squeezing was almost enough to make the Rottie cum, but he still had an inch or two of cock to use for some proper hard, deep knot-fucking of his own.

"Take it..."

The bear's prostate went into an overdrive with the knot pounding onto his nut, deep within. The bear began to pant openly and his head hung down, his ass on fire with pleasure and the slight pain of being suddenly stretched so thoroughly. Trickles of pre-cum already hung from his engorged tip and dribbled onto the scratched plastic surface of the desk.

"Take cum, papa bear..."

The Coach's teeth bit onto the bear's skin and made both of them growl and moan at the intensity of the sensations coursing through them. Mutual orgasms crashed through their sweaty bodies, from the deep penetration, and the heat of the bear's guts that soon got a good coating of cum when the Rottie's doggie balls began to unload. He kept his teeth closed on the spittle-slick furs to try and keep a bit more quiet in case the cleaners were already going about nearby.

They didn't want any extra attention alerted into the raunchy antics going on in the Coach's office, especially since the bear had shot such a powerful load of cum that some of it had landed on the backrest of the chair and now slid down along the shiny leatherette surface.

"Hhmmmhh..." panted the Rottie.

"Quite..." rumbled the bear.

"Do I...get an...A?" the Rottie's smile spread into a shit-eating grin.

The Professor squeezed his tired hole around the doggie's cock and smiled to himself, too.

"You may have to re-sit the exam later on..." the bear grinned to himself.

"Heh."

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