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Hit the showers
By Red Swampwulf
swampwulf@yahoo.com
"Leo, my boy," muttered the brawny, narrow waisted lion to himself,
yet once again unconsciously shaking his head at the less than imaginative
name his parents had stuck him with at his birth, as he reached up and
redirected the showerhead so that he could more easily wash the soap suds
off his belly and the hefty, throbbing maleness that had arced up towards
his
belly as he had languidly washed it clean. He continued, muttering softly to
himself again, "You have got to get laid, Dude, and soon..." He shuddered
gently as he brushed the soft pads of his palm across the pink pointed tip
that
peeked from the loose pucker of the foreskin like sheath that encased it,
lightly stimulating the hypersensitive nerves bundled there. With an iron
willed determination he did not reach down and stroke the turgid meat
despite the urge to do so, not wanting to rush his long, leisurely respite
as he
washed the chlorine from his fur after the late workout session in the
school's natatorium in preparation for the upcoming state semi-finals. With
a
broad paw he directed the hot stream of water down over his velveteen
encased balls. Unhurriedly he sluiced the lather from the oversized orbs
that
had earned him many jealous, teasing comments from his teammates about
the almost obscene bulge that the twin spheres and the thick, meaty shaft
made in this wrestling singlet, earning the fairly beefy lion the nickname
'Schooner' due to his prodigious 'keel' and his daily routine in the pool to
refine his already remarkable muscle tone. The College Junior chuckled
huskily and ran a finger over the thin, sparsely furred skin that encased
his
rampant maleness, savoring the tingle that it brought to the hard flesh.
Idle thoughts of the Wrestling Team Coach's promise to take them on
an illicit 'Field Trip' to a local house of ill repute several counties
distant if
they managed to bring home the trophy this year, and what he and the other
fellows on the team would do there with the 'Ladies', made him hard as a
rock. The lust filled thoughts of his first sexual encounter, well his first
with
a girl anyway, had him hornier than a vixen in heat. Knowing that it
wouldn't take very much more to make him blow off his wad he stopped the
teasing play and reached over to squeeze out another dollop of soap from the
small bottle of shampoo that had brought with him from his locker to the
empty showers, giving himself a short respite, so that he could wash the
long, gently curling, golden-red locks that he refused to cut short despite
the
unhappy looks they constantly garnered him from Coach, and the small
dense patch of fur that lay between the firm mounds of his well developed
pecs that he knew would spread to cover his wide chest as he reached his
full growth if the thick luxurious thatch that covered his Father's chest
and
trailed down over his still firm belly in a line pointing to the thick bush
that
always sprouted like an unruly patch of turf when the middle aged lion wore
shorts was any clue. The thought of fur covering the well-developed torso
that he had worked so many long and hard years at to bring to its current
state of development made him frown momentarily, but the unhappy look
was soon replaced by a toothy smile, his hand finally slipping up to grip
his
cock firmly as he thought of how much he admired a nice thick pelt on a hot
guy. The fur, slowly filling in over the past few years, blatantly
advertising
the fact that he was a man now, and not a boy anymore, appealed to his
sense of vanity. "Just another week and I'll be balls deep in some nice
juicy
Poontang, then we'll see what all the hollering is abou..."
His squeezing, slowly milking hand stopped in mid-stroke, the skin
only worked halfway down the fat, red shaft, as his reverie was shattered by
the sound of clopping footsteps in the locker room just around the corner
from the entrance to the 'cattle chute' as the showers were referred to by
rowdy athletes who used it. The distinctive sound of heavy hooves against
the concrete floor instantaneously telling him that the Head Football Coach,
a massively built ex-pro tackle that everyone at the school referred to as
'The Rock', was still here... and coming back towards the showers! "Shit!'
he cursed quietly as he looked pretty much blindly around for his towel
before remembering that he had left it carelessly on the low wooden bench
that ran all the way down the narrow alley between the long row of lockers
that the athletes kept their personal equipment stowed in when he had
stripped off the Speedos he had worn during his extended workout,
"Shitshitshit!" Soapsuds from his thickly lathered hair slipped down even
further into his eyes his vision blurring even more despite the 'No Tears'
label prominently displayed on the travel sized, yellow bottle as he looked
down with horror at the more than obvious erection still held loosely in his
hand. He desperately tried to figure out what to do. With no other options
available to him he simply turned his back to the entrance, and tried to buy
himself some time for his erection to subside, before sticking his head
under
the hard spray to try and rinse out the lather so he could get to his locker
and
get his towel wrapped around his waist to hide his implacable erection
before...
"Hey, Schooner." the deep bass voice of the bull resonated in the
large, completely tiled room as he stuck his horned head around the corner
to see if the shower was in actual fact occupied or whether one of the kids
had carelessly left the water running again, "Fuck!" he thought to himself
"Busted!" before answering aloud "Uhhh, Hey, Coach Anderson."
somewhat lamely to the friendly greeting. "You're here awful late, even for
you ain't ya?" queried the bull in his usual slow manner as Leo tensely
worked his fingers across his scalp, hastily trying to get the soap
completely
out of his mane as quickly as he could. "Awww, Man! Why'd it have to be
him." he thought to himself as his flagging erection began to rise anew as
half forgotten masturbatory fantasies involving himself and the handsome,
ebon coated bovine flashed through his already testosterone drenched brain.
"Yeah, uh... gotta be ready for the tournament next week. Have that edge,
y'know?" Now able to see more clearly he turned his head to look over his
shoulder, carefully keeping his torso turned so that the Coach couldn't see
his stiff woody, just his backside, only to see the heavily thewed bull step
into the room in only an overstuffed jock. "Mind if I join you?" he was
asked rhetorically as the bull took another long stride into the confined,
steam filled space. "Heard the water running after getting through with some
red tape in the Office and figured it wouldn't be a bad idea to sluice some
of
the stink off me before getting into my street clothes." The half panicked
feline snapped his head back around to face forward as the winningest coach
in the school's long history slipped his thumbs under the elastic band that
rode low on his wide, solid hips and slip the sweat stained, woefully
inadequate XXL supporter off. "N-No... not at all, Coach. Be my guest."
The sound of the big male's hooves clopping closer made him want to curl
up and hide somewhere, anywhere and just die despite his brave words just
moments before, but there was no where to go. The only entrance and exit to
the narrow room lay past the authority figure he had admired with repressed
lust from a distance for so long.
Truth be known, the reason that he hadn't joined the football team
immediately after transferring in from his previous alma mater in the middle
of his sophomore year the season previously, despite the fact that he had
been first string, and in line for the Quarterbacks position after this
years
Seniors graduated, was the fact that he wasn't sure if he could cope with
stripping down to his bare fur day after day in front of the astoundingly
built
Staffer with out totally embarrassing himself. The mere thought of doing so
made his belly ache, so he had opted for the Wrestling Team instead. He
most definitely had the build for it, and the drive and determination to be
successful at the rough and tumble sport... and besides, the chance to rub
up
against some of the best-built athletes in the school and cop the occasional
feel didn't hurt his feelings in the least.
The sound of an additional shower being turned on made him look
back again hesitantly only to see the Coach lifting one of his massive arms
up over his head to wash the sweat from the deep pit under his arm with a
thick-nailed hoof like hand. The young lion's eyes dropped momentarily
down as he couldn't pass up the chance to view for the first time the
enormous bovine genitalia that he had so often fantasized about. It arced
out
slightly, pushed forward by the bull's massive balls. Now unconstrained by
the jock or the tight coaching shorts that the staff always wore it swung in
a
lazy arc, slapping back and forth between one of the massive, trunk like
thighs that supported the broad torso, and the amazingly low hanging balls
that reached nearly halfway down to the bovine's knees. "Oh, Fuck!" he
thought to himself miserably, his breath catching in his throat, as he
brought
his head back forward again to look back down at his own now drooling
shaft as it slapped against his belly demandingly. "I'm not gonna be able to
get you to go down for at least a week at this rate." he reflected
miserably.
The deep, rumbling sound of the bull's drawl made him jump guiltily
at the thoughts flashing through his mind as he was asked, "You got enough
soap there to share with a buddy in need, Schooner? I figured there'd be
some out here but it seems I was wrong. Looks like the janitor did a decent
job of cleaning out this swamp for a change." "No, uh, no soap, Coach but I
got a some shampoo here if that'll do." replied the lion somewhat shakily as
he reached for the bottle where it rested precariously on the narrow ledge
designed to hold only a small bar of soap. The bull nodded, the gesture
unseen by the nervous youth, "Hey, any port in a storm, Bud." Leo's hand,
shaking with both a touch of nervousness and repressed excitement, knocked
container over and off the ill designed shelf making it tumble in a lazily
spinning arc towards the floor. He made a futile, lunging grab for it as it
fell,
missing it by inches. The plastic bottle bounced a few times and came to
rest
just out of reach from where he stood looking dumbly down at it. After a
moment, exasperated with his bumbling move, he took a half pace forward
and knelt to retrieve it, his tail instinctively lifting high to help him
keep his
balance as he did so.
An almost inaudible snort from behind him made him sneak a curious
look back between his legs, to see what had prompted the sound, to catch a
fleeting glimpse of the virile male bull staring with narrowed eyes at his
upturned ass. His heart leapt in his chest as he stood slowly back up. Was
the
rugged, decidedly studly male looking hungrily at his butt? Could the Coach
want to 'do it' with him just as he had wanted so badly to do it with the
massively constructed gridiron trainer? With the impetuousness of the young
he instantaneously made the decision to find out. With all the bravado he
could muster, he turned as nonchalantly as possible, ignoring his hard-on
utterly, and handed the bottle to the bull. The Coach grinned as the only
slightly smaller lion pivoted gracefully, giving him a perfect view of the,
up
until that time, hidden arousal. An arched eyebrow and an unperturbed
"Looks like I'm not the only one in need, eh, Schooner?" was his only
comment on the more than obvious lance that arced up from the thick, curly
bush of the lion's crotch.
With a broad thumb he flipped the cap open and squeezed a hefty
quantity of the thick liquid into a huge, ham-like hand and began to massage
the pale yellow detergent into the fine fur that covered his hyper-defined
abdominals. Letting some of the resultant suds drip down over the flaccid
maleness that dangled below he continued to slowly rub himself, watching
with a probing gaze as the youth stood before him mutely. The felines light
jade green had eyes locked onto the motion of the hand as it slipped slowly
lower and lower towards the flat plane of his pubic region.
The coach's smile widened slightly as the lion took more than obvious,
wide-eyed
note of the fact that that the older athlete kept his pubic hair trimmed so
short as to render it almost invisible against the sleek layer of fine black
fur
that covered him almost entirely from horns to hooves. "You like the look?"
he asked nonchalantly as he slipped his hand down much lower to encircle
his hairless, low hanging ballsac in a bunched fist, trapping the balls at
the
bottom of the sac where they had rested, swaying in counterpoint to his
thick
cock, before pulling them up, stretching the silky skin tight till the flesh
shone with the pressure being applied to it before soaping up the hairless
flesh, making it glisten even more in the hazy light of the shower area.
"I'm
surprised that the Chief, " he continued, pretending to be oblivious to the
small gasp that escaped Leo's mouth, while referring to the retired Navy
Otter who was in charge of the schools Wrestling Team, " hasn't already
taken a razor to you himself. He's threatened to in the Teacher's lounge
often enough." The bull rubbed the palm of his hand leisurely across the
twin, fist sized lumps indolently, almost as if polishing the stones to an
even
higher luster as he continued to watch the youth's face assessing his
reaction
to the suggestive show, ready to instantly make light of the circumstances
at
the first sign of uneasiness on the broad, fine boned youngster's handsome
face. The feline, far from seeming repulsed, his jaw dropping to almost rest
against his chest in lustful awe at the lewd sight of the bovine playing
with
himself so boldly, managed to choke out, "Yeah, he's on my case about my
mane and... s-stuff all the time. Says it gives an opponent one more
handhold, b-but...." Taking a calculated risk as the lion's voice faded off
uncertainly, the bovine came to a decision himself. "C'mere." chuffed the
grizzled sports veteran commandingly, adding a small beckoning toss of his
head as added encouragement to Leo as the lion stood there, arms hanging
limply at his sides, eyes round and full as they remained locked, almost as
if
mesmerized on the equipment that the Coach gave such intimate attention to.
The Big Cat took a plodding step forward readily obeying the order. The
pace bringing to within a foot or so of the subject of many a late night
jerk
off session where he stood, his broad back to the spray of the showerhead,
waiting for him. Casually the hoofed male released the hand from his balls
so that they again dropped back down, coming to a jerking halt at the end of
their tether to sway and bat down around his knees, and took one of the
adolescent's hands and brought it to his rippled belly, using it to rub in
the
slick suds into the chiseled musculature, guiding it lower down, slowly
following the path his own hand had taken a few moments before till it
rested on the flat plane of his pubis, the side of the youths hand resting
against the root of his slowly thickening shaft which dropped bit by bit
from
it's scabbard to gleam, contrasting starkly against the background of his
slick ebon fur, with a surprisingly delicate pale pink. "Feels good don't
it?
" he asked huskily as he took a half step closer to the almost breathless
cat
who slowly brought his head up to look the handsome bull in the face,
"Yeah... it does. Feels hot, Dude... umm, I mean Coach." The bovine
muscle god chuckled deeply in his chest, the sound more felt than heard
"Hell, just us guys here, Schooner. Call me Rock, all my friends do." He
looked down to where the hunky cat's fingertips grazed over the almost bare
surface of his groin, "Yeah, feels especially hot when I'm pounding a nice
piece of ass and can grind it against some bare butt, Y'know?" The lion's
knees almost buckled at the Coach's words. The thought of the massively
framed male thrusting and grinding his hips against... someone as he bred
them, pressing the long narrow length of his shaft in deep enough for him to
be able to feel that fine fur press against their buttocks made his vision
swim
briefly as the blood rushed from his face. Leo's hand was freed from its
gentle guidance, obvious permission to continue its explorations of the only
previously imagined region granted by the relaxed, easy going look on the
short muzzled face of the male that towered over him. When the bull
reached over with a beefy hand to take hold of the felines steel cored
member near the tip he did in fact wobble a bit before reaching out with his
free hand to support himself against the adjacent water slicked wall. As the
older male ran a coarse, broad thumb tip over the oozing tip of the
student's
cock coating it with a layer of glistening discharge before bringing it up
to
his muzzle and slipping it past his thin lips to suck it clean he was
positively
flabbergasted.
"So..." chuffed the bovine, pressing close enough for the two
strapping fur's chests to touch, "You wanna feel what it's like?" The lion
looked bewildered for a moment, his head filled with a jumble of thoughts
and unexpected sensations, "Feel what? What's it's like to shave off my
pubes?" " No" replied the bull, a lewd grin crossing his rugged face,
already
more than sure that the youth would agree with his proposition, "What it's
like to have my short hairs rubbing up against your ass while I fuck you."
Leo looked down quickly between the tightly pressed bodies, his head
already beginning to unconsciously nod in the affirmative, gaping at the
still
only semi-erect shaft that already dwarfed his own, momentarily making
him feel inadequate despite his rather generous endowment. "Really?" he
asked, a touch of fear mixed with obvious eagerness. "This is a dream come
true!" thought the lion as he only pretended to momentarily consider the
offer. Of course he wanted to loose his cherry to this obviously potent,
amazingly virile hunk of man! "I-I'd like to try, Sir, uh... Rock, but...
but
what if..." he looked up towards the entrance of the shower room almost as
if expecting to see someone else walk in at any second and catch the two at
their illicit play, "What if someone comes..." The brawny bull shook his
head cutting him off, "The doors are locked. I chained 'em shut myself.
Only way in is through the Office entrance and everyone else who has a key
had already left for the weekend when I sat down to do that paperwork a
while ago. We won't be bothered." he reassured the youth. "Then, heck
Yeah I wanna." the buff lion replied eager now as his hand slipped from
where it had been rubbing the bristly plane to tentatively grip and stroke
the
massive shaft that was quickly rising up now to poke against his leg. "If
anyone could be my first..." " The first?" interrupted the Coach again, one
thick brow ridge arching at the unexpected declaration "Good lookin' stud
like you ain't never fooled around before?" Leo blushed at his clumsy
admission and lowered his eyes to the tiled floor, "No... Well, Yeah... I
mean I've fooled around some... jerked off with a couple of the Guys but I
haven't ever... ever..." "Gotten laid?" finished the bull-man for him with
gentle amusement, "That's cool." He nodded approvingly, "Gotta watch it
you know. You don't wanna knock up one of those cute cheerleaders at your
age. It'd be a shame to have to quit school so that you could get a job to
support a family at your age." Leo looked up smiling widely now, as his
inadvertent confession hadn't gotten him the half expected ribbing he always
got from all the guys at his inexplicable shyness around the ladies.
Leo didn't feel like explaining right then to the massive bull that the
simpering, too delicate females on the cheerleading squad did absolutely
nothing for him. They could all be lesbians for all he cared. He liked
GUYS, big men, and brawny studs just like the one he was stroking to full
erection right now! Not that he had anything against women of course. He
was as eager as any young male to get his first piece of pussy, and had his
eye on that nicely built female hyena goalie on the soccer team...but for
right now...
The young lion hefted the cock in his hands, his confidence returning
in spades at the unexpected results of his bold action, up from where it
still
pointed down despite it's obvious fullness, gravity keeping the almost
alarmingly distended pole from pointing in any other direction, towards the
bull's belly so he could get a better look at the thickly veined meat.
"Damn,
Dude. Yer fuckin' hung!" Growled the feline lustfully. Wrapping both
hands around the now fully hardened length, amazement showing in his
smiling eyes at the sight of the several inches that still jutted, gleaming
wetly
as the water cascaded over it, from his hands he began to jerk the meat as
he
asked somewhat shyly, "You ever... I mean do you think you can... I mean
will it..." Coach smiled toothily again both at the compliment and at the
rising reluctance as his shower buddy began to think through the daunting
task he had agreed to so readily only moments before, his gleaming, broad
flat grass-eater teeth showing starkly against the darkness of his face,
"Will
it fit up yer tight little butt?" He nodded sagely, "Yeah. I've managed to
get
it wedged into some pretty tight places before. I'm pretty sure that we can
figure something out." "Not, " he added quickly, "that I've done this sort
of
thing too many times before mind you. I don't jump just every student's
bones you know... I've gotta be pretty damn certain that they wanna play
too." He reached down and tickled the feline lightly on the underside of his
cocktip, making it jump up and down with the added stimulation, "But when
I saw this bad boy slapping up against your belly, all hard, and dripping
like
a leaky faucet, I knew that you wanted to screw around as badly as I did."
The young lion, put at ease by the obviously much more experienced bull's
confident manner simply nodded in acquiescence. "Alright then, " chortled
the youth, obviously eager again to get on with the deed, "So where..."
Coach Anderson pondered the answer to the unfinished question and
briefly considered the Hydrotherapy Room. It had a nice padded bench that
the PT guys used to give rubdowns, but almost immediately dismissed the
idea, as he and Leo would have to exit the sanctuary of the Locker Room.
Besides, he thought half frowning; he'd almost gotten caught pounding his
pud by one of his Star players just last week as he let slip a bellow during
his
usual protracted orgasm, the Rabbit linebacker's long, sensitive ears
guiding
him unswervingly to where the spent bull scrambled at the sound of
footsteps just outside the lockless door, frantically scooping up the load
of
the team's used jocks he'd been sniffing, to try and conceal his still
dripping
cock. The cross-armed, brow arched, look of disbelief that he'd earned for
his breathless excuse of having stepped on a sharp stone as he'd been
'cleaning up' was enough to make him reluctantly decide to keep it
somewhere closer. "Well, let's get dried off before we do anything else,
'Kay? You might have a set of gills hidden under that long mane of yours
but I ain't real partial to getting a face full of water when I'm tryin' to
have
some fun... an' besides, this tile'd play hell on my busted up ol' knees
pretty
quick, an' I plan on takin' my time with you, Boy." The bull reached around
to smack the lion's firm rump and growled, "Why don't you go ahead, I'm
gonna go double check the Office door and grab some supplies. I'll be right
there." The bull smiled widely at the youngster's obvious reluctance to
release his new toy and continued soothingly, "I promise I'll give you as
much of that as you want in a minute." Schooner nodded reluctantly, not
wanting to let this fantasy made flesh slip from his grip, but decided that
he'd let the massive bull direct the festivities thus far and he might as
well
continue to do so. The older male watched with open hunger now as the lion
headed towards the exit to the muggy room, eyeing the feline ass swaying
seductively as he walked, tail twitching from side to side with excitement.
He gave the youth a wink as he paused and turned to look back he the
massive bovine before heading out into the dimly lit room beyond, "Go
on..." the bull prompted, shooing the youth out, "I'll be there in just a
bit."
Leo smiled widely at his new friend, who returned the smile with a broad
one of his own, and hurried off to retrieve the towel that he was now
thankful he had left, neither seeing the bull look down at the potent rod
that
tried mightily to rise up more than a foot from his crotch as blood pounded
into it, nor hearing the low rumbling murmur of the bovine as he addressed
his prodigious member, "Betcha he's gonna be so tight that he's gonna pinch
you off at the root, Buddy-boy." The shaft seemed to nod in mute agreement
as the Trainer hurriedly finished rinsing the day's accumulated grime off
before hustling off to fetch the bottle of KY that the Otter that he shared
the
cramped office with kept hidden behind the rest of the supplies in the well
stocked First Aid Kit that hung on the wall by the door.
Leo left a dripping trail of water behind him uncaringly as he
practically raced to his locker and snatched up the small, dingy white towel
and began to ruffle it through his hair hurriedly, wanting to be ready when
Coach, no... 'Rock', came back from checking the door. With broad
sweeping strokes he wiped the better part of the moistness from the fine fur
that covered his shoulders and arms before swinging the short cloth over and
behind his back to saw it back and forth to get his back done before rubbing
down his legs, saving the still sodden balls and erection that continued to
hammer in time with his heavy heartbeats, for last knowing that it wasn't
just water that dripped from them. He flopped down onto the bench that
stretched from almost one end of the room to the other before the rows of
cages, thinking as he always did of all the buttocks that had, over the
years,
polished the wood to a high glossy sheen. He couldn't help but chuckle with
the thought of adding a little more luster to the surface, as he reached
down
and methodically dried his feet, careful to make sure he got between his
toes.
He jumped at the sound of a door slamming shut, the sound echoing in the
empty, now almost silent room, but the steady, unhurried clopping footsteps
that immediately followed made him relax and unconsciously reach down to
grip his tool again, knowing that there would be no turning back now. That
which he had only dreamed about was finally going to come to pass. He was
going to get fucked, royally, and by one of the hottest guys he'd ever laid
eyes on. His gaze was aimed towards the corner that he figured that the
Coach would be coming around any second, and was rewarded with the
sight of the bull's still hard cock appearing just a moment before his broad
torso followed it out of the deep shadows. The massive bull stopped almost
immediately, his features obscured by the low lights of the cool, suddenly
still room, "So Cub," his gravelly voice echoing back and forth among the
hard edges of the utilitarian room, sounding almost harsh, "You ready to be
made a Man?" The young lion swallowed hard and replied almost meekly,
his bravado vanishing like a snowflake on a hot grill, "Y-yeah, Rock... I
think so." The bull stepped forward into a puddle on light cast by one of
the
emergency lights that had automatically come on when the main lights were
turned off, to show the broad, friendly smile that he wore on his thick
muzzle. "Good." He chuckled deeply, " 'Cause I'm more than ready to make
ya one." After plodding ponderously closer, looking some ancient Minoan
statue come to life, he stopping only when he stood towering over the young
jock. He reached down with tickly thewed arms and pulled the lions head
against his belly in a surprisingly gentle hug that brought the youngster's
muzzle up against the flat ramp of his groin, giving him an unobstructed
view of the straining shaft that would soon be deep within him, "Just relax
and let me show you what to do." He ruffled the damp fur that coursed down
over the felines shoulders, "I promise I'll go easy on you this time and we
won't do nothing you don't want to. You good with that?" The lion could
only nod in wordless agreement, the coarse, short trimmed fur of the burly
bull's pubic area combing across his face. The stagger pulled back just a
bit
from the lion so that he could gaze down at him with hot, almost burning
eyes and chuffed, "Then why don't you just lay back and let me get a good
look at you, Boy." Schooner looked up with nervous, excited eyes and again
nodded agreeably, "Sure thing, Coach. What ever you want." Letting the
towel that he had been clutching tightly in his hands drop unheeded to the
floor he slipped a leg over the bench to sit astride it before laying back.
He
felt uncomfortable stretched out there, feeling somehow more exposed than
he did in the shower. He held his head held at an awkward angle up from the
hard wooden surface of the wood as he tried to see what the bull would do
next curiously. He wasn't sure what to do with his hands as he lay there his
legs splayed wide, and his cock arching up like a not so miniature flagpole.
To be honest he felt a bit foolish. The staffer however had a completely
different opinion and stood there a moment; arm akimbo as he took in what
he thought was the magnificent sight of the veritable feast laid out before
him and rumbled, "Niiiice, Schooner... very, very nice. I can see why the
Chief lets you get away with throwing the occasional practice match." Leo
jerked his head up startled, "W-What do you mean? I never..." "Oh, please,
"snorted the bull, "I've seen you do it myself. Pit you against a guy with a
nicely packed singlet and you'll roll over every time and let him pin you
just
so that you can feel his big 'ol basket rub up against yer butt. " Leo
blushed
crimson, aghast at the thought that his actions on the mat were so
transparent. "S'what gave me the idea that you might like to try swingin' on
this rope of mine in the first place." The Rock stepped closer to the
youth's
head, letting the long slender shaft brush against the gawping youth's
mouth,
the tapered, slightly twisted tip brushing against the athlete's lips
lewdly.
"Relax, no one around here could give a huge rodent's rectum if you're
partial to guys. Even if they did," he chuckled, "it's not like you couldn't
mop the floor with them if they gave you any shit for it, y'know?" Leo
started to feebly argue his innocence, but as his mouth opened the bull
leaning over him pushed his hips forward just a bit and let the first few
inches of his cock slip past the lion's lips to press against his tongue,
quite
effectively silencing the mumbling, half-hearted protests. The felines eyes
widened as he got his first potent taste of the aroused male bull and he did
indeed relax, knowing that he couldn't deny the simple truth of the older
males words. A low moan rose from his throat as he clamped his thin, black
lips around the thickly veined shaft and began to hesitantly suck at the
moist
tip. At first he wasn't sure if he liked the taste, but after a moment he
lifted
his head even further, taking another inch or so of the turgid tool into his
mouth, letting it slip deeper in. The flavor was strange, completely unlike
his
own, stronger, and slightly sweeter. But the musk that filled his nose over
rode any initial distaste and quickly made him hunger for more. "Oh, yeah...
that it's, Boy... suck on that dong... just like a calf nursin' at his
Momma's
teats." The bull reached down and ruffled the youth's long hair, urging him
gently to take even more of the hard cock into his muzzle, "Don't try to
take
more than you can handle... just suck on the tip." He chuffed and almost
immediately had to resist the urge to disregard his own advice and force
more of his cock into the moist, swirling heat of the nearly full grown
felines
mouth as Leo instinctively worked his coarse tongue across the web that
connected along the underside the slight flare of the bovines cocktip to the
rock hard shaft, "Oh, fuck yeah, Schooner, that's real nice... got some
natural talent showin' there... If I wasn't so hot for that ass of yours I'd
give
you a nice muzzle full of bull-milk to start things off right." With slow
deliberateness he pulled his hips back just a bit before rocking them back
forward again, giving the youth time to adjust to his movements, slowly
beginning to facefuck him. "Betcha you'd make one hell of a cocksucker if
you practiced at it just a little." Leo's face flushed hotly and his ears
burned
red at the softly rumbled words. If someone had said that to him just
yesterday he'd have not thought twice about pounding him or her till he
couldn't walk, but with a rock hard, drooling cock in his mouth decided he
couldn't deny the attraction of the thought just now. The inexperienced
lion,
having at least read about what it was like to get and give a blowjob,
decided
to take a little of the initiative and began to bob his head back and forth
in
counter stroke to the bulls shallow thrusts. Seeing that Leo was beginning
to
get into the mood of the illicit act, the bull gradually slowed then stopped
his
thrusting so that he could lean down and pick up the towel from the floor to
bunched it up so that the obviously uncomfortable youngster could place it
behind his head to give him some neck support before stepping over him to
straddle the lion's chest. Careful not to dislodge his cock from the eager,
hungry maw that tried to devour just one more inch of the tool that was so
willingly fed into it during the maneuver he was pleased to see that the
lion
was able to take another bit of his cock into his longer muzzle so that
almost
half of the stiff length was pressed past the long framing fangs that guided
him towards the back of the youth's throat. The feel of the bull's balls
dragging across his chest made him moan lustfully and reach up with both
hands to frig the stiff tool milking it for more of the strong tasting
precum
that oozed constantly from it now. After a couple of long intense minutes of
oral play the bull pulled his hips back and took a shaky step back, pulling
the
shaft from the youth's mouth with a wet 'pop'. "Damned if you ain't already
got me close bustin' a nut, Kid..."
He reached down to cup the balls that had begun to rise up towards his
groin and almost growled roughly "'Nuff of that for now though... I wanna
see if you like my cock up yer ass as much as you like it in yer muzzle...
you think yer ready for that?" Leo, licking his chops, looked up at his hero
with lust glazed eyes and replied huskily, "Yeah... I wanna feel your cock
up
my ass, Coach... I wanna feel you fuckin' me...." The bull snorted and
chuckled as he caught sight of the jock's cock bouncing up and down with
unrestrained excitement, reinforcing his words. "Well, alright then...", and
took another couple of careful, shuffling steps back till his legs brushed
alongside the laid out lion's. "Why don't ya move your legs so I can get
comfortable, Schooner." Leo did as he was told, opening his legs wide to
make room for the bull to sit between his thickly muscled thighs. The bull
lowered himself so that he sitting astride the bench and his cock was laid
alongside the youths throbbing maleness. "Now go ahead and lift your legs
up so that you can wrap them around my hips" murmured the bovine as he
bent over to grab the tube of slick ointment that he had placed on the floor
when he had picked up the towel earlier. "Gonna have to get you slicked up
but good if I'm gonna have any kind of chance to getting my peter up yer
ass, Bud... So just lay back and relax," he instructed," You'll like this
part. I
promise." He uncapped the gel and squeezed a more than generous amount
onto two of his fingers. With a sure hand he reached down and spread the
tense buttocks open a bit wider so that he could smear the ointment across
the pink, unbroached pucker gently. Leo shuddered at the sensation of the
cold, slippery substance being applied to his nether passage.
The feel of the bulls hard cock brushing along side of his nuts, his
steadily jerking shaft, the fingers pressing firmly in wide circles around
his
pucker, and the feel of the bull's calloused, work roughened hands parting
his ass distracted him enough so that he didn't notice when the first finger
slipped past the tight ring into him. He did however most definitely felt it
when the bull began to massage the hard lump of his prostate with the thick
digit, writhing like he was being branded at the new, unexpected sensation.
"Wha...?" He lifted his head to try and see what the older male was doing,
but the stern look that his action earned him made him lower it back to the
pad of the towel and simply enjoy the sensation. "Damn, Coach... what're
you doin' down there?" The bull continued to stroke the hard little nut and
chuffed, "Just got my finger up in you. Feel good?" Leo smiled widely, his
earlier anxiousness allayed by the wonderful feelings coursing through his
groin. "Yeah," he replied quickly, "Just wasn't what I expected." He'd
assumed that it would just be painful at this point, but was pleasantly
surprised that it felt wonderful. "You ready for another one?" asked the
bull. The lion just nodded this time and pressed his hips down to try and
force the pleasure giving digit further in, but the bovine withdrew it
teasingly so that he could coat it, and a second thick finger, with the
thick,
water soluble goop. " Alright... just a little more and it won't be my
finger
up in that tight ass of yours, Schooner... It'll be my cock... just lay back
and
enjoy the ride." The feline couldn't help but tense a bit, clamping his ass
tight as he felt the pressure of the almost cock thick girth of the two
fingers
press insistently at his entrance. "Just relax," rumbled the bull
soothingly,
"Just pretend you're trying to take a dump... it'll make it easier." Leo did
as
he was instructed, relaxing his belly and pressing down with his guts. The
fingers slid in relatively easily now, stretching the pucker open wider that
it
ever had been before. The bovine held them there, just past the second
knuckle, letting the youth become accustomed to the feeling for several
timeless moments before pulling them out to help spread the slickness more
evenly only to press them back in more deeply, beginning to saw them back
and forth slowly after a bit, giving the youngster a hint of what was to
shortly come. "You alright?" he asked the lion who lay there, eyes screwed
shut with the intense, almost but not quite painful, feel of having
something
so thick plugging his hole. "Yeah," he replied shakily opening his eyes to
look down at the Staffer as he played with his ass. "Kinda burns a little,
but
it's not that bad." The Coach nodded, "That'll go away pretty quick. Just
give it a minute." Feeling the urgent need to fuck the lad rising in his
loins
the bovine decided to speed things up a bit and wrapped his free hand
around the neglected lion's cock and began to stroke it slowly in time with
the probing of his fingers. From the reaction he got the action was both
completely unexpected and most definitely welcome. The muscles of the
youngster's ass clamped down almost painfully tight on the now deeply
buried digits as the jock arched his back up off the bench in an
unquenchable
urge to speed up the stroking of his over stimulated cock. The soft, but
steadily rising grunts coming from the lion's chest told the older more
experienced male that it was time to move on to the next step of his
seduction and he stopped the stimulation of the youth's shaft and withdrew
his fingers from the now hungry hole, earning him an almost whimpering
protest form the now eager athlete. "W-why'd you stop?" mewled the Big
Cat, "Did I do something wrong?" "No," chuffed the big bull as he slid back
a bit further down the bench, " You done everything just right, Schooner.
It's just that I think we're ready for the next step." He took the tube and
squeezed the contents down along his steel cored shaft, coating it liberally
with the slick contents before wrapping a hand around it to stroke the goop
evenly all along it's length. "I just gotta get my pecker up in you soon or
I'm
gonna pop my wad all over your belly... an' I wanna be as close to balls
deep in you as I can get when I do that."
Leo, despite the pleasure he had experienced at the hands of the gentle
giant
felt his breath catch at the thought, still not sure if he was quite ready
for
this, but as he felt the bull reach down and take hold of the end of his
cock
and rub it slowly across the ring of his ass he laid his back on the towel
and
moaned in abandonment, the feeling just too wonderful for him to ask the
bull to stop. "Go ahead" he urged the more than willing bull, "Fuck me...
Pop my cherry. I want it... need it so bad right now.... C'mon..." The
brawny male needed no further encouragement and carefully aimed the
tapered tip of his shaft at the tight, well lubed sphincter and rumbled
holding
it just at the winking entrance, "Remember... just relax and press down so
it'll go in a lot easier that way." Leo again did as he was told, not caring
at
this point what he had to do to get the bull to breed him, just so long as
he
could have that majestic piece of meat up in him, scratching roughly at the
intense itch that the ass-play had roused deep with in his gut. Carefully,
slowly the bull pressed his hips forward towards the upturned waiting ass,
letting the slim, narrow tip of his tool part the tight ring till just an
inch or so
of his formidable length was pressed into the snug passage. He stopped as he
felt the tightness snap down on the shaft just behind the head of his cock
gripping it like a clenched fist. "There... it's in..." The young lion
grunted
and raised his head a little to smile at the male topping him, "That wasn't
so
bad.", he groaned. The bull returned the smile breathlessly and chuckled,
"Well, it's not all the way in mind you, just the head, but you took it that
easily then from here on out it's bound be a piece of cake." Leo dropped his
head back down onto the towel limply, his ass clenching over and over
around the shaft just barely inside of him, trying of its own accord to try
and
force the invader back out. The coach snorted as the tight passage seemed to
chew toothlessly at his pecker and managed to choke out a gasping, "I'm
gonna try and go real slow... you let me know if it starts to hurt. O.K?"
Schooner nodded and tightened his legs around the bull's hips silently
spurring him on. The Rock reached down and took the youth's narrow hips
in his massive hoof like hands and pulled the lion towards him, inexorably
downwards onto the shaft, slowly letting inch after inch of the meat slip
into
the pulsing heat that slowly encased it. The bull looked down, his eyes
slowly moving from the erotic sight of his shaft pressing into the virgin
passage, up to the throbbing shaft that rose up in a stiffly upward,
straight
from the lion's crotch, watching with narrowed eyes as the angry red shaft
pulsed even thicker when his cock slid across the swollen prostate hidden
just inside the quivering entrance, forcing it to spit out a thick wad of
precum to ooze from the slit at its straining tip to drool down the
quivering
shaft down onto the youth's hard belly, before finally rising up to the face
that was stretched tight with concentration, the lion oblivious to anything
but
the feel of his ass being filled slowly with the slender cock. The Coach
stopped when he had just a little more than half of his turgid cock firmly
entrenched in the spasming passage, giving the youth a moment to adjust to
the length that had been so gently pushed into him. "You still doin' all
right,
Kid?" the bull asked conscientiously as he let the inner heat of the
feline's
rectum soak into his flesh. "Yeah, It feels like... like..." the Big Cat
shook
his head, unsure how to explain the feeling of being taken like he was. "I
dunno what it feels like, but I'm doing real good so far..." The massive ex-
tackle nodded and pulled out a bit, "'Bout half way there..." he grunted, "
You're doin' fine..." He reassured the youngster. "Just keep concentrating
on how good it's gonna feel when I get it all the way in." Receiving no
reply
but a set of heels pressing into his hips pulling him back in, he shook his
head and muttered to himself, "Hotter'n a fuckin' firecracker, and probably
gonna pop real quick.", and pressed in again, this time not stopping his
ingress till he was a good eight inches in, almost three-quarters of the way
to
the root, before pausing and beginning to shortcock the youth, pistoning his
shaft back and forth in shallow strokes. Leo raised his head a bit and
looked
down with now wide eyes, "You all the way in now?" The Coach shook his
head, "Nope, almost, but not quite... wanna try and make sure that you're
loose enough for me to get myself hilted in you." He smiled as the youngster
writhed almost bonelessly beneath him at the sensual feel of the shaft
rubbing against the nerves lining his inner recesses. "Your cock feels so
good up my ass, Coach, so good.", the feline rowled gutturally at the added
stimulation. The bulls silently agreed, sweat beginning to from on his
brow,
and began to lengthen his strokes as he tired, and failed, to remember a
time
when he'd felt so tight an ass or one that accommodated him as if made for
him Now putting a good three or four inches of length into the strokes he
kept up the slowly increasing pace till he began to feel himself rising in
excitement, coming perilously close to spewing his seed. "C'mon.... let's
try
something just a little different." The older bull rumbled as he stopped. He
rubbed his hands along the firm muscles of the felines thighs encouragingly,
"Lift yer feet and put 'em up on my shoulders... that'll open you up a
little
more and might let me get all the way in you before I cum." Leo moaned,
not sure just how much more of the shaft he could accommodate, the
tightness already seeming to already push up against the bottom of his
lungs,
before lifting one leg jerkily upwards, then the other to the broad
shoulders.
He bent easily due to the long hours he'd thrown into his routine so that he
didn't become muscle-bound like some of the larger guys he'd known.
"Yeah," rumbled the older jock as he felt the almost painful grip on his
cock
ease considerably, "That's much better.", as he eased back in, the shaft
slipping further and further till he felt his hips brush up against the
upturned
ass. Leo groaned as he felt the coarse fur of the Coaches groin press
against
his buttocks. "I did it! I managed to take the whole thing!", a small corner
of
his mind shouted jubilantly before being washed away in the rising tide of
lust. The old male grunted and held himself in position, enjoying the feel
of
being balls deep in the handsome young lion, "Congratulations, Schooner.
It's not every guy that can take me all the way to the root. Seems you got
lots of hidden talents, eh?" The young athlete made no reply, as he didn't
hear the guttural words. His mind was ablur with the feel of the core of
seemingly molten lead burning within him, stoking his own inner fires
higher and higher. The youth began to struggle wildly, but not against the
pole pressed so deeply in him, but against the surging of his nuts, and the
burn that began to creep from them to his cock, making it buck and throb.
Coach Anderson lowed deep in his chest as the channel that held his cock so
tightly began to ripple along its length, but seeing the look of complete
abandonment of the young male pinned under him on the bench he knew it
really didn't matter if he blew of immediately. They were both about to cum,
nothing was going to stops that, he knew it and so let himself go and began
to fuck the youngster like he'd imagined he would ever since he'd seen him
stripped down at the physicals some months before. Pounding roughly into
the spasming rectum, pulling almost eight inches of the rigid unbending
shaft out before hilting it in, he kept his eyes desperately open despite
the
sweat dripping steadily down into them from his fevered brow, not wanting
to miss a moment of seeing the reaction his cock had on the straining,
bucking feline beneath him as his balls began to draw up again. This time he
did not slow his pace, knowing that it was just moments before he flooded
the willing lion's ass with his spunk. He reached down to grasp the Big
Cat's cock to bring him off only to have it batted away by wide hands with
claws extended. "No!" screamed the feline hoarsely, "Just fuck me. G-gonna
cum real quick..." The bull snorted at the words ringing in his ears, his
nostrils dilated wide, "Gonna cum too..." he almost hissed, "... and you
know, Ughn!, the best part about that, boy?" he asked honestly not expecting
a reply, "The best part of that is it's not just milk that comes in
quarts...
so... DO... I!" With his last, shouted word he rammed in as deeply as he
could, bottoming out in the widely stretched ass and began to pump wad
after wad of thick, sticky cum into the guts of the lion who continued to
thrash wildly under his assault. Leo's world became a roaring in his ears,
his
vision dimming as the rising pressure in his lions built to a crescendo. The
throbbing of the bull's cock as it began to unload in him was enough to
stimulate him more than enough for his cock to start bucking and spewing
it's own load, the thick meat completely untouched by either of them. The
pearly white gobs of kittenjuice flew hard and far, the first several wads
flying completely over his shoulder to land in broad streaks on the bench
behind him. The next half dozen or so landed on is face, his chest and his
shoulders. Only as his balls became more completely drained did the flow
slow enough to land on is belly and groin. As the lion came back to his
senses the first thing he became ware of was the fact the bull was still
thrusting into him with shallow strokes and the torrent of potent seed was
still pumping from the shaft just as hard as it had been when he'd lost his
battle of restraint. Each gout of jizm flushed deeper and deeper into him
till
he felt something give way deep with in him and a slowly spreading heat
began to fill his belly. "MY GOD!" the feline thought as he strained to
continue to take the rampaging shaft, "He's an animal... I've never even
heard about anyone being able to cum like that!" The lust driven bull
continued to ride that ass for several long moments, causing it to make lewd
slurping sounds as the back pressure of the enormous load finally forced the
thick fluid to start leaking from the now not so tight ring that slid up and
down it. The bull's hips continued their almost mechanical thrusting slowing
only as he shook his head, sending droplets of sweat flying in an arc across
the room, seeming to shake himself out a trance. He looked down at the
young lion, with a dazed expression on his face that quickly turned to one
of
concern, "Are you O.K, Schooner? Did I hurt you? I-I must have lost it...
gone out of my mind. I didn't mean to..." Leo laughed at the concern on the
older males face, making his ass clamp down tightly again around the shaft
still buried in him as he reached up and wiped away a splatter of cum that
threatened to drip into his eyes, "Does it LOOK like I'm hurting, Coach?"
He continued to chuckle making the bull winced at the added pressure
around his cock forcing him gingerly to withdraw it. The chuckle quickly
turned into a gasp as the bovine uncorked himself and the pent up seed
literally blasted out past his exhausted, limp sphincter and washed the
front
of the bull from navel to balls in a thick coat of bullspunk. The feline
looked
down wide-eyed at the spectacle and breathlessly asked, "Do you always
come so much?" " Yeah", replied the bull shakily as he lowered his head to
try and keep it from falling off and bouncing across the floor, "Runs in the
family. My brother does too... I can remember one time when we..." he
stopped breathless as he watched his load continue to flow from the ass,
onto
the bench and then the floor underneath, leaving a quickly spreading puddle,
"Well, maybe next time I'll tell you about some of the things we used to do
till my Pa caught us one time and tanned our asses but good. " He reached
down and gripped the still half hard lion's cock, shaking it. " But for
right
now, why don't we hit the showers."