Personal Coaching

Huffing and wiping his brow, Sam sat down by the edge of the field as his coach blew the whistle, the little grey wolf's tail wagging even as he huffed and puffed. The boy had made sure to work up a nice sweat during the day's training, since he knew how much his dad loved pounding him raw while he was still stinking of musk with his fur soaking wet with the perspiration, smirking to himself as he panted. The coach running the cubs’ soccer training waited for all of the boys to gather up by the side of the pitch, the tiger’s eyes down on his clipboard as the kids trickled over one by one, making a few final markings before he cleared his throat, 
“Alright, good going everyone, saw plenty of hustle on that field today, and that's what I like to see. Keep it up.”
Sam eyed up the feline while gulping down mouthfuls from his water bottle, unable to help taking a peek at the rather tight crotch that Alan had on the pair of shorts the coach always wore. Though he hadn't given himself over to becoming his dad's cumdump that long ago, the boy had begun to admire some of the other men in his life in a similar way, appreciating their figures in a whole new light, even if he knew full well that he belonged to his father. The coach was fairly similar to Philip, a big and burly man just like the wolf, though a year or two younger, and with a little bit more muscle in comparison to the canine's chubby belly. Both men were very well endowed down there however, Sam could tell as much even without Alan having ever gotten nude in front of him with the way the tiger’s shorts hugged the striped feline's crotch. Wondering just how the man's girth measured up to his dad's cock, daydreaming and missing most of what Alan was speaking about, the pup was only snapped out of his fantasies by another blow on the whistle, flinching slightly as the rest of the boys quickly hopped back to their feet, shuffling inside and over to the locker room to head home. Sam didn't mind being a bit tardy, since he had to wait around anyways, needing the locker room to be nice and private before he could finish up with his special preparations. The last one of the students to leave the field, the grey wolf lagged behind the rest of the cubs as he slipped into the bathroom instead, taking a few minutes to let the rest shower and change. By the time Sam finally stepped into the locker room, it was already almost empty, the last few boys leaving as he was still tugging off his shirt and zipping his backpack open, smirking to himself as he reached inside and pulled out a rather sizeable buttplug. Even with his tailhole gaped by the daily railing sessions that Phil gave him, the young wolf still needed a little time and lubing to work the toy inside of his ass, pulling his pants and undies down to his ankles as he sat down with the hefty chunk of silicone in his hands, dipping it into his maw to coat it with his saliva, his small cock rock hard as he swirled his tongue around the plug. 

Sighing as he tossed his clipboard into his bag, wafting his shirt and dabbing some of the sweat from his face with the towel draped across his shoulders, it was a good while after all of the cubs had already left when Alan could finally step off the field himself. Finished with putting away all of the gear, the coach walked inside with his bag in tow, the tiger’s tail dangling just off the floor as he walked down the hallways, heading towards the boys’ locker room. Usually, the man could simply use the showers in the teacher's lounge to scrub the sweat from his fur after finishing with a training session, but that wasn't possible this week, as the showers were closed down for the plumbers to get some work done on them. This left the locker room showers as the only option for Alan, something that the tiger actually didn't particularly mind, getting a slight smirk on his face as soon as he caught a whiff of the sweaty musk already wafting in the air, only getting more intense with every step towards the locker rooms he took. The stink of some sweaty cubs wasn't the only thing growing however, with the cat's shorts tightening at the same time, a tiny huff leaving Alan's muzzle as he looked down at the throbbing bulge on the front of his pants, the outline of his rock hard cock very visible through the pair. The tiger knew full well how horrified the staff of the school would be if only they knew why he loved his job as much as he did, having taken the position of coaching the kids mostly just so he could have a good excuse for staring at plump little boy ass all day long. The cubs getting sweaty and musky throughout his coaching sessions was certainly a very nice bonus as well, often making it difficult for the man to hide his chubby from view of the students, especially when getting up close and handsy with them to correct their form during warm up exercises. Alan hadn't gone further than occasional cupping a feel of a little boy's ass or pumping out a load in the school bathrooms while thinking of the kids, but the tiger certainly was tempted to just snatch up one of the cubs midway through the coaching session, pin the squirming little kid to the ground and nail that tight hole until the boy couldn't walk right for a week straight. Grinning while taking a moment to enjoy the scent of fresh musk, reaching a hand down to his crotch to rub at his girth through his shorts, the feline made a mental note to come back into the locker rooms more frequently from now on, having forgotten just how heavenly they smelled. 

Just as Alan was a few steps away from coming around the corner and stepping into the boys’ locker room, his ears perked up at what almost sounded like a moan, stopping the man in his tracks as he went still and silent. He hadn't expected anyone to still be in the locker rooms, having thought that all of the cubs would've been long gone by now, with how the kids were always in such a hurry to scamper home after school. Suddenly feeling like him just flaunting his erection in such a way might've not been the best idea, the tiger quickly grabbed onto his shaft through his pants, trying to adjust his hard on to make it a lot less obvious before he'd step into the locker rooms. Still listening to the sounds coming from within, the coach heard another squeak, feeling even more confused as to who it could've been, quietly setting his bag down as he approached the doorway, peeking in without drawing any attention to his presence. Unaware of the audience he'd gained, Sam was lying on his back on one of the benches in the middle of the room, his pants discarded on the floor and his briefs dangling from his ankle as he panted, his eyes shut as he let out another strained moan. The young wolf had one leg sticking up towards the ceiling, a hand holding it up with the other shoved under his tail, clutching the base of the girthy buttplug he was still working to get inside of him. Alan stared in awe at the little canine, his eyes fixated on the boy's pucker stretching out over the widening toy as the grunting puppy worked it another inch or two deeper, his cock instantly getting hard enough to nearly burst out of his shorts. Without any hesitation, the tiger popped his pants open and yanked the pair down to his thighs, grabbing his rock hard shaft and giving it a few pumps as he leaned against the doorframe, watching the little wolf while licking his lips. Grinning, Alan wondered whether Sam was getting ready to meet with some pervy teacher who was grooming the kid in return for better grades, or maybe the boy was being molested by a very naughty uncle, or possibly even the father. The coach was however very certain that Sam had someone to teach him how to be such a slut, no boy his age would learn such things all on his own, and certainly wouldn't stretch his own tailhole to such a degree without a good bit of help. Too focused on the blissful sensation of getting his asshole gaped, Sam didn't notice the sounds of the man jerking off to him getting prepped for his dad, whimpering under his breath as he felt the buttplug right on the very verge of properly slipping inside of him, his hands trembling as he bit his lip with a blush. Taking a deep breath, the cub gave the toy one final hard shove, gasping as the last little bit plunged inside with an audible pop, his tailhole clenching down around the stem of the toy as he huffed, going completely limp on the bench he was lying on as he caught his breath, his eyes closed in exhaustion as he huffed and puffed, not noticing his coach silently creeping closer to him. 

Just as Sam was about to get up and pull his pants back on, heading out to meet up with his pervy dad, the pup let out a startled squeak as a hand suddenly wrapped around his neck, pinning him to the bench he was lying on. Before the boy could even open his eyes, the tiger’s thick and rock hard cock slapped down on his face, precum splattering across his snout as the man's girth rubbed up on the shocked cub's muzzle. With his nostrils filling with the familiar scent of a horny and sweaty guy getting ready to pound him raw, Sam looked up to see the big feline looming over him, cock in one hand as the grip around his neck tightened slightly, making his breath wheeze as Alan gave a soft, horny snarl, 
“Getting ready for a little date with someone? Hope whoever it is can wait for a while longer, because I'm not just gonna let one of my students use the locker rooms this way, not without doling out some punishment first~”
The wolf gulped as he stared up at the coach, too nervous to move a muscle as the tiger kept humping his face, smearing pre all across his fur, marking him with the musky scent of the much bigger man. Alan had plenty more in mind than just staining the naughty little boy with his lusty aroma however, panting with anticipation as he reached down to shove a few fingers into the pinned down cub's maw, prying the kid's muzzle wide open as he slapped his cock down on the waiting tongue. Already knowing what was to come, Sam prepared himself, taking a deep breath as he felt the thick manhood throbbing on his tongue and squirting pre down the back of his throat, flinching as the tiger suddenly plunged balls deep inside of his gullet, leaving him gagging and choking as his throat bulged from the girth forced down it. Alan moaned as he shoved the boy's face against his crotch, cramming every last inch he could into the canine's maw as his pubic fur grew damp with the squirming kid's saliva, grunting as he felt the cub's throat squeezing down around his shaft. The coach glanced down between Sam's legs, smirking with a breathy chuckle as he saw the boy as stiff as ever even with him gagging the boy with his cock, the young wolf's face bright red from the lack of air as the man reached down to give the cub's tiny dick a grope, making his student wriggle around while he pinched the cocklet between two fingers and gave it a few pumps, 
“Fuck, whoever’s nailing you has got you trained well, you're choking on my dick and still about to cum~!”
Clinging to the tiger’s fur while writhing on the bench, muffled by the girth rammed down his gullet, Sam still focused on using his tongue and muzzle to suck the man off, having learned how to pleasure his partner no matter what thanks to the many lessons his father had given him. 

Pounding away at the little wolf's throat, barely giving the student any chance to breathe as he grunted with every thrust, slobber running down his sack and thighs as the boy's gurgling made his girth twitch, Alan felt himself quickly creeping towards the edge. The tiger had acted quite impulsively, just snatching up the opportunity without really thinking about it as soon as he saw it, but the tiger hadn't planned on going any further than dumping a load in the slutty wolf's maw, at least not until he was only seconds away from cumming. At the last moment, the man decided he wanted to really make use of the opportunity that fate had tossed in his lap, yanking his throbbing girth out from the gasping and coughing puppy's mouth, letting it hover over the cub as precum and drool dripped onto the panting kid's face like rain. Sam wasn't given much time to catch his breath however, with his coach grabbing him by the shoulders and flipping him around onto his belly soon after pulling out of his maw, the boy grabbing the bench with both hands and letting out a tiny whimper as he felt the tiger grabbing his tail, lifting it up. Alan took a moment to admire the buttplug stuffed in the cub's gaped tailhole, chuckling as he took hold of it, 
“Won't be needing this~”
Sam jumped as the plug was yanked out of his ass without much warning, yelping from the sting as his stretched out hole twitched and winked, sending shivers up his spine as he grit his teeth. Ravenous for a proper taste of the boy, Alan knelt down on the bench behind the pup, the cub's tail still in hand as he planted his cock against the little wolf's gaped asshole, his tip already sinking inside with just a light push, the well-trained hole easily swallowing up the first few inches of his manhood as he huffed with a grin, 
“Let's see how tight you are after I'm done with you~”

The coach slammed into the puppy as hard as he could, ramming most of his dick into the boy with just the first thrust alone, the second one driving his thick shaft balls deep into the yipping and whimpering kid as he let out a pleasured groan. Sam's eyes rolled back as he pushed into the tiger’s thrusts, letting the man bury the girth as deep inside of him as possible as he moaned, feeling the feline's sack slapping against his ass cheeks. It felt slightly odd having someone other than his dad pounding him, slightly missing the sensation of being knotted, though the canine had to admit that it felt rather heavenly getting every last inch of the tiger inside of him with every buck. Giving the boy's rump a few hard spanks in rhythm with his thrusting, drawing out a few more frantic barks and howls from the cub while the canine's hole clenched around his girth, Alan hammered at his student's tailhole as hard and fast as he could, wanting to enjoy the ride as much as he could before he was pushed over the edge. That didn't take very long however, not with how well Sam was milking him dry, causing the tiger to growl as he exploded deep inside of the boy, his cum flooding the puppy's pucker as he yanked on the kid's tail. Gasping as he felt his coach pumping out a load in him, quivering with every twitch of the shaft hilted in his ass, Sam panted as the feline's cum oozed out of his used and abused hole, blushing as the tiger leaned down over him, whispering into his ear, 
“So, who's the lucky guy getting to nail your whore ass every night, because I think me and him have a couple of things to talk about~”

Leaning back in his seat with an annoyed groan, Philip glanced towards the school while panting under his breath, one arm leaning out the window of his car while the other slowly shuffled up and down on his lap. The wolf had his fly open and his cock in hand, stroking himself just out of eyesight of anyone who might've looked in his direction, a few beads of sweat rolling down the man's face as he shuffled from side to side, trying to keep from getting too antsy. Phil had been edging for quite a while already, waiting for his son to get out from school, but the boy was running late, leaving him to anxiously await the cub. Staring at the school entrance, the grey wolf let out another impatient sigh, the steady flow of kids getting out for the day having slowed down to the occasional trickle of one or two cubs, or even the occasional teacher, making him even more worried about where his son was. Phil knew that Sam would've given his father a heads up if he had some sort of an after school meeting that would've delayed him getting out, as the boy was just as enthusiastic about their pervy afternoon sessions as his dad was, always eager to get home quick so he could be bent over and knotted. With a needy growl, feeling his knot throb in his hand as another spray of precum gushed from his tip, splattering against his thighs and soaking into his jeans, Philip reached for the glove box, opening it up and grabbing a little plastic bottle of poppers. The wolf took a deep huff of the drug, holding his breath and going as still as a statue as the wave of lightheadedness hit him, a sudden feeling of utter bliss washing over him a few seconds later as he let out a shuddering moan. The canine had to resist the urge to just shoot his load right then and there, the sensation of his fingers running along his rock hard shaft feeling downright orgasmic thanks to the poppers heightening his senses and making him that much more sensitive. 

Knowing that it'd feel that much better if he just waited for his son, if he got to bury his bone deep into the little boy's tight tailhole, Philip took another good huff of the poppers before tossing the empty bottle onto the floor of the backseat, leaning back and moaning under his breath as he squeezed his knot, 
“Fuck…”
“Having a good time there~?”
Startled by the sudden sound of someone else right next to him, Philip shot up straight as he looked to his side, only to see a tiger walking towards the open car window. Unsure of exactly how much the feline might've already seen before he'd noticed the man, Phil quickly let go of his cock and tried to tuck the throbbing erection away, doing his best to tug his shirt over his crotch in a panic, unable to get his fly zipped up in time. Praying and hoping that the stranger was just coming over to strike up a casual chat, and that he wouldn't have to explain why he was sitting in his car and jerking off while watching kids at the parking lot of a school, the wolf tried to put on a smile for the approaching man, nodding and waving with his clean hand, simultaneously wiping his other hand on his pants as the sticky mess of precum smeared across his leg,
“H… hey there, didn't notice you.”
Looking at the tiger for a moment longer, able to think a bit more straight when he wasn't panicking quite so much, Phil thought that he might've recognised the cat from somewhere, even more worried now that he hoped the man wasn't one of his son's teachers. Alan walked right up to the open window, leaning over with one arm on the car’s roof, smirking as he looked down at the frantically squirming wolf, spotting the big and obvious bulge on the man's crotch. Reaching inside of the car, the tiger pulled Phil’s shirt up, revealing the giant hard on the man was trying to hide, the frantic and flustered Philip stammering as Alan grabbed onto the knot, 
“Looks like you're the right guy then~”
Phil grunted and leaned his head back as the tiger gave his cock a few good pumps, jerking him off in the school's parking lot like it was nothing more than some cruising spot behind a gas station, panting as he looked over at the coach onto to notice the other man also getting hard. Keeping his fist around the wolf's girth, Alan nodded towards the side, pointing Philip's attention towards Sam waiting near the outskirts of the school yard, grinning as he leaned down to whisper, 
“I know what you do with that little piece of ass, and I want in on it~”
With a huff, all Phil could do was nod, too desperate to even think about it for longer than a split second. Chuckling, the tiger let go of the wolf's cock, standing up straight and waving for Sam to come over, hopping in the back of the car while the younger wolf took the front seat, licking his fingers clean of the gasping man's precum, 
“Oh, I had a quick test run with your boy, couldn't resist. I hope you don't mind~”
Grinning as he started the car, watching the coach pick up and examine the empty bottle of poppers in the back, Philip pulled out of the parking lot and headed straight for home, 
“Not at all, that's what he's for~”

All three of the males squirmed around with barely held back excitement as Phil sped towards the wolves’ residence, the two men itching to fill up the puppy's every hole while Sam couldn't get his mind off of the throbbing bulges the pair were nursing, knowing they were rock hard for him. In even more of a hurry to get home than usual, Philip pulled into the driveway and hopped out of the car fast enough that he didn't even bother with zipping up his pants, choosing to just keep his shirt pulled down and hope that none of his neighbours glanced at him too closely as he jogged to the door with the other two following close behind, his cock bouncing up and down, leaving a trail of precum droplets on the ground after him. Giving the cub's ass a stealthy grope while the blushing and giggling boy's dad fished out the keys for the door, Alan quickly stepped inside right after the father and son pair, following the two into the living room, his smile only growing as he saw what type of deviants the wolves truly were. Laid out on the couch was a set of leather gear that the canines had put aside for the afternoon earlier that morning, ready and waiting for them to get home, letting them get right into the action without wasting a single second of precious time that could be spent getting pervy. The tiger eyed up the kinky outfit, lifting up a leather harness with one hand and a pair of tight fitting assless chaps with the other, chuckling as his tail lifted up, 
“Never really been into this leather stuff myself.”
Philip grinned as he sat down on the couch, 
“Why don't you give ‘em a try, might be surprised with how great it feels~”
Smirking, the couch thought about the offer for a while before finally nodding, setting the gear down for a moment as he pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside. Watching the feline getting undressed, Phil did the same, ditching his pants first as he stared at the tiger with a huff, keeping his eyes glued on the other man while he called out for his son, 
“Sam, why don't you go get your daddy the other set harness from upstairs, since your nice teacher here is borrowing this set~”

Quickly stripping off his clothes, proving that he wasn't particularly shy about showing off in front of his new friends, Alan stuffed himself into the leather gear he was borrowing from the wolf, squeezing his legs into the assless chaps and tightening the straps around his chest. Snug and slightly squeaky as he moved around, the man had to admit that the kinky getup felt rather nice, giving a ready moan as he looked over at the father and son couple. The wolves were just as ready as the coach, with Sam having stripped off every last shred of clothing, nude and leaning over the armrest of the sofa, happily lifting his tail and showing off his gaped asshole as he watched his dad putting on the leather harness he'd fetched from the man's secret stash. Eager to see what the boy could do, besides what he'd already witnessed earlier at the school, Alan sat down next to the other man on the couch, shuffling nice and close to the wolf as Phil tossed an arm around his shoulders, giving a soft purr as the canine grabbed his cock, jacking him off as the scent of sweat and musk filled the living room, 
“So, you're the guest, where do we start off~?”
The tiger returned the favour by reaching into Philip's lap, giving the man's knot a good grope, his fingers quickly soaked with pre after just a few strokes, 
“You're the expert here, you know what the boy does best, I think you can lead the way~”
With a nod and a smirk, Phil looked over at his naked son, lifting up a foot and wiggling his toes to signal to the cub. Getting the hint, Sam obediently got down on all fours on the floor, crawling over to the men like a feral pup as he immediately stuck his snout against the bottom of his father's sweaty paw, taking in the scent as he gave it a few good licks, slowly dragging his tongue from the heel to the tip, his own little shaft twitching as he listened to the older wolf's pleasured sighing. Trying to keep in mind that he wasn't just servicing one guy this time around, Sam gave his dad's paws a few more licks before focusing on the tiger’s feet as well, gently grabbing one of the coach’s paws in his hands, sticking his nose against the bottom of it and inhaling deeply. Alan let out a soft moan as the boy worshipped his feet, leaning back and snuggling closer against the other man's side as Phil kept jerking him off, all while the wolf's son lapped at his sweaty pawpads, sending shivers up his body. 

Working over both men's feet, Sam began to make his way up, on his knees in front of the panting and grunting pair as he leaned over onto their laps, licking his lips as he grabbed both cocks. Alan grit his teeth and let out a satisfied chuff as the little wolf gripped his manhood, the experienced fingers running up and down his length, squeezing and massaging his girth in just the right way, leaning against the older canine and grunting while thrusting against the cub's hand. Philip was enjoying the handjob just as much as his new friend, grinning as he watched his son jerking them both off, smirking at the pleasured moans the other man was giving, seeing how pent up the coach truly was. Reaching down to quickly dig through the pockets of his discarded pants, Phil pulled out a fresh bottle of poppers, opening it up and inhaling deep, grunting hard as he shivered. The wolf shoved the bottle under Alan's nose right after, watching the tiger recoil back slightly as the stinging scent hit him initially, 
“Take a hit, it'll make you feel even better~”
With the canine's encouragement, Alan leaned his snout back over the little colourful bottle, sniffing as his nose burned, his uncomfortable groan quickly turning into a moan as the euphoria hit him like a tsunami, his eyes rolling back as he melted into the couch, 
“Oh, fuck…”
In what felt like just seconds, the puppy's fondling and stroking began to feel like nothing that the coach had felt before, every caress of the kid's fingers on his cock sending another jolt of pure bliss through him as he panted, slapping a hand on the back of the cub's head and shoving Sam right into his crotch as he humped the little wolf's face, grinding his cock on the boy in a haze of lust. Only able to take a quick gasp of air before his entire face was plunged into the tiger’s sweaty and musky crotch, Sam moaned while lapping at the man's sack, still jacking the feline off, his other hand busy at work pleasuring his father as both men moaned and groaned in unison. 

With the added intensity of the poppers, Alan couldn't bear the teasing and the groping for a second longer, desperate to finally take the boy as his head spun, growling with lust as he pulled the little puppy out of his crotch only to stand up and toss the kid onto the couch. Shoved onto the cushions, Sam landed with his head on his father's lap, gasping for air with a mixture of slobber and precum staining his glistening lips, Phil quickly grabbing his arms and yanking him against the throbbing knotted shaft swaying right in front of his face. With the older wolf pinning the cub in place, the tiger yanked the cub's tail out of the way and spread Sam's ass cheeks apart, huffing and puffing as he stared at the twitching and stretched out asshole in front of him, feeling like he was about to explode already. Too desperate for even a moment of foreplay or preparing the young canine for his manhood, Alan just slammed his cock into the waiting hole, using the cub's own spit for lube once more as the kid let out a loud squeal, quickly turning into frantic mess of moans and whines as he began to mercilessly hammer away at the gaped pucker. Sam's coach was going at his asshole even harder than earlier, leaving the boy gasping for air as the tiger’s thrusting shoved him against his father's lap, trembling and whimpering as his little dicklet twitched, already brought to a dry orgasm before either man was anywhere near done with using him. Thinking it was best to shut the barking and howling boy up before the entire neighborhood caught on to what he and his son were getting up to, Philip decided to put the boy's muzzle to use, grabbing the nape of the pup's neck and bringing Sam's maw over to his cock, plunging the cub's head down onto his rock hard erection, grunting softly as the roaring tiger kept pounding at the kid's rear. Though he'd gone through plenty of intense and hard breeding with his father, Sam had never felt quite so overwhelmed, his coach stretching out his asshole while his dad's girth plugged up his throat, tears in his eyes as he flailed around, trapped between the two men as he felt like the merciless rutting sent him into yet another climax, right after the first one. 

Enjoying the sight of a fellow perv getting to use his son's ass, Philip grinned while prying the cub's muzzle open by a few more inches, holding out for just long enough to cram his throbbing knot down Sam's maw, bursting into a grunt as his shaft twitched deep in the boy's throat. At the same time, Alan was only a hair away from his orgasm as well, panting frantically as he punched into the kid's tailhole again and again, not slowing down even a little even as he came, his cock spraying thick ropes of his seed into the puppy as he kept bucking through his climax, holding his breath and nearly blacking out from the intensity of it all. Filled from both ends simultaneously, Sam did his best to swallow down his dad's load, all the while the tiger’s cum drooled down his taint and ran down his legs, feeling his belly bulging out from the amount of cum the pair were pumping into him, his asshole stretched out wide and his gullet blocked by his father's knot. Just as the little wolf thought he couldn't take it anymore, Phil pulled out of his muzzle, leaving him lying in his dad's lap, alternating between gasping and coughing up cum while the feline behind him still kept thrusting. Only slowing down his humping long after he'd stopped shooting wads of cum into the kid, milked completely dry, Alan collapsed on top of his student, panting like he'd run a marathon as he pulled out of the cub and crawled next to the older wolf on the couch, his half-hard cock slapping up against his belly and leaving a big cum smear on his fur as he laid his head on Philip's shoulder. The wolf chuckled, petting his son while nuzzling up against the coach, reaching for a bottle of poppers, 
“Don't pass out yet, we've still got the whole day to go~”