"Alright everyone! 30 laps, let's go, let's move it!"

The collection groan from the cubs within the gym hall was about all the coach needed to know to indicate they were not happy with this 'exercise' he thrust upon them. For a recent transfer to Woodsdale Middle School, this was also a headache; he wasn't much of an athlete, and he was still trying to get used to being at this new school. It wasn't exactly easy; it was his first day, and he didn't even know he'd be doing Physical Education, if one could even call it that, on the first day attending. He had to borrow clothes from the coach, who had a collection of them in case of emergency hidden away in the office connected to the gym hall. In one big group, the collection of 20 to 30-ish cubs started to lightly jog in a clockwise motion around the edges of the room, starting from the corner of the bleachers on the left-hand side and going from corner to corner...that is, all but one.

Rodger, or Rod as he's known to friends, can already feel his legs burning as he takes his 4th lap around the gymnasium, his eyes trained not only on the coach standing in the middle watching them jog around, but also on a rabbit boy around his age sitting lax on the bleachers, caring little for joining in. Rod was stressed out; he'd spent all day making new friends, trying to establish himself in a brand new school, only for him to come face to face with the reality of a school hierarchy; not only was he a bit of a nerdy feline and had some rather weird comments about his pure white fur from the 'bullies' of the school, but now he was seeing that knowing the right people, or being on the good side of the coach, could even get you out of having to do exercise. 

The rabbit sat there, his messy black hair in a mop atop his head, with his legs spread in those slim gym shorts, a hand tucked under his shirt to scratch at his stomach, as if he were showing himself off. The feline looked between the rabbit and the coach, seeing that they looked at each other often...or at least, the coach did. The young feline, barely 10 years old, was almost certain that something was going on, but he was too naive to understand the connotations, and thought that the bunny was paying the coach off in some way, if that were even possible. He was jealous; he wished he could be in a position where he didn't have to do 30 laps around the edge of the gymnasium. He wished he could bribe the coach like the bunny must be doing. Honestly, it's a little unfair.

How exactly was it that the rabbit came to be in such good relations with the coach? In that moment Rodger didn't have the answer to that question, but for those curious, it all started 6 months ago...

Kenny had never really been a kid who liked to do P.E., which came as a shock to his parents when he expressed it the first few times. By all accounts, the grey-furred bunny was an athletic person; he'd always kept a slim young figure, had always been a fast runner and good at the likes of gymnastics and soccer, but that didn't mean he wanted to do them-- if he was being truthful, which he often was, he was lazy. He hated having to exert himself, especially physically, and he'd do anything to get out of having to do P.E. Though if it were as simple as saying no, he wouldn't be stuck running laps, doing sit-ups and pull-ups like everyone else.

On a Thursday afternoon, when the second P.E. lesson of the week was held, they were tasked with climbing ropes to see how high they could get. The gymnasium's ceiling was tall, but no one was actually expected to get that high, and the coach's confidence in his student's lack of physical prowess was accentuated by just a single, thin plastic mat sat beneath each of the three ropes strung from the metal scaffolding high above. He blew a whistle and had them climb one by one, with the other students standing in line by each of the ropes, waiting for their turn. The kids were bored, and Kenny was no exception to this-- he chatted away to his friends, trying his best to make the day 'entertaining', when for what felt like the hundredth time in the past couple of weeks, he turned his head to see their coach, mostly known as Coach Frank, staring right at him. The coach, a Rottweiler, quickly averted his gaze when their eyes met and he turned, facing away from them. Kenny saw him reach down, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants, and the rabbit's face soured.

He knew something was going on, he was convinced of it. He had been catching the coach staring a handful of times now, adjusting himself, turning away and avoiding eye contact...Kenny wasn't stupid; he knew the man was sexually interested in him. Ken knew the ins and outs of sex, sexuality and the like to at least understand what attraction was, and that it was okay to kiss boys-- he'd even had the opportunity a couple of times before to do things with guys, but had never really acted on it. Now, once again, his 'innocence' was within reach of another opportunity...but at least with this one he potentially stood to benefit.

He turned his attention back to the other cubs trying to yank their way up the rope, and for the moment he said and did nothing to alert Coach Frank to his knowledge. He pretended to act like every other cub-- though he put in distinctly less effort in climbing those ropes than he could have-- and kept his head down until the end of the hour. When their coach blew his whistle to tell them to head into the lockers and get changed, the grey rabbit moved to the back of the line of kids, shuffling with them towards the door of the boy's locker room. He hesitated as the second to last boy stepped through the door, and cast a glance over his shoulder. Even in that moment the coach was staring, but he jolted when Kenny looked back at him. He made a relatively ordinary gesture, a curling finger and a jerk of his head towards the locker rooms, before he stepped in and let the door swing shut behind him.

The boys changed quickly, and the lazy rabbit took his time, waiting quietly for the others to swap out of their gym clothes into the school's uniform. Their last period of the day was mixed; some of them had history, others had chemistry, and the rabbit was lucky enough have a relatively lenient science teacher who wouldn't care too much if he was late. He deliberately waited until the last of the boys left before sitting down on the benches, wearing nothing but his gym shorts. Thankfully, he didn't have too long before he heard the telltale click of the door leading into the gymnasium swinging open, and a few moments later came the quiet, yet thudding footsteps of the coach. He rounded the corner, a small wall leading to the showers, and into the main bulk of the locker room, his gaze immediately falling upon the topless 10-year-old.

"Ahem," The Rottweiler cleared his throat. "What's the issue, Kenny? You're meant to be off to your next period by now."

"I know," Ken absently looked down at his legs, stretching them out. "I just couldn't help but feel like someone was waiting on me...I can't quite put my paw on it..."

"I...don't know what you mean." Coach Frank was doing pretty good at keeping his cool, but Kenny could see the canine's eyes darting across his body and down to his fluffy paws. The rabbit swung his body slightly to the left, putting the weight on his arm as he tilted his head to the side, making a point to look 'innocent', even if his words were the opposite.

"C'mon, Coach...I've seen you staring." The rabbit lidded his gaze and twisted, shifting slightly to push his ass out to the side and show himself off a little more. When it became clear that he knew what Coach Frank's intentions were, the Rottweiler dropped all pretence; his awkward expression paused, then stretched into a wide, toothy grin. He stepped forwards, feet shuffling against the floor as he approached the boy, and with one muscular arm he reached out to close his hand around the delicate curve of the rabbit's ass. He squeezed, and in response Kenny tensed, clenching his muscles; he'd never really been groped so openly before, so it was a weird feeling, to say the least.

"And here I was worried you might take it the wrong way," Frank growled, flashing his teeth as he slipped his hand up to pluck at the waistband of the rabbit's shorts. "I've been desperate to get a piece of that ass for weeks."

"C-Coach..." The rabbit deliberately put on a tone that made him sound uncomfortable, which caused the Rottweiler to stiffen, making the boy giggle. "If you want it, you have to do something for me. One condition, I mean."

"...Name it." The canine darkly muttered, his gaze jumping from that young, round behind up to the rabbit's face. Kenny knew he had him hook, line and sinker, and his muzzle stretched into a wicked grin.

"I want out of P.E," He insisted. "Like, I never have to run again. I don't wanna do laps or jumps or climb ropes anymore."

"What? But you're..." Frank was about to comment, one that Ken's no doubt heard before, but he thinks better of it. "Fine. Deal. C'mere..."

With a lick of his lips, the Rottweiler stepped closer, his hand moving from the boy's ass and up to his chest, groping at the soft fluff of his fur. His thick, black-furred fingers curled and pressed into the softness of that flesh, and his hands dag down to grasp around the cub's sides, down to his hips and finally to his legs. Kenny squirmed, spreading his legs to show himself off as his heart started to pound; he'd never done this before, so it was exciting.

Kenny watched as the canine moved his hands down the boy's legs, fingers squeezing and claws trailing down his cloth gym shorts onto soft boyish skin, sinking beneath the short fluff of white fur, before they inevitably reached his ankles. At a point, Ken had to lift his legs, mostly because it seemed kind to stop the man from having to bend over, but in the end, it was just what the man wanted. Kenny stared as Coach Frank old his his right ankle firmly with one hand, his other hand lightly cradling the other leg-- after a moment, he lowered his muzzle down and twisted his head to the side, dropping his mouth down far enough to reach the boy's paw.

The rabbit boy couldn't help but o suck in a breath, stiffening when he felt the hot breath from the Rottweiler's mouth on his paw-- unlike canines or other mammals, the digitigrade paw lacked any sort of beans or a large central pawpad; his toes and by extension the short sole were fluffy and grey, lacking any additions, and it appeared that was what the Rottweiler wanted. Kenny awkwardly grinned as the man groaned, pushing his wet nose up against the bunny's toes, and he stuck out his tongue to lick and smear his tongue across the sole, huffing quietly against the cub's paw. This was an entirely new and frankly strange experience for Ken-- he didn't know what to make of what Coach Frank was doing, but...it wasn't inherently bad.

After a few moments, the coach's hand slipped from Kenny's other leg and moved towards his crotch, and Kenny found himself peeking in between his spread legs, his gaze travelling down to watch as the Rottweiler wrestled with his sweatpants, grunting with the exertion of him having to tug at either side of his hip to slip the waistband down further. His underwear, loose boxers with a blueish tint, became visible rather quickly and the adult canine's hand delved inside, rummaging around and sighing with relief against that paw when his fingers no doubt met his most intimate parts; Ken could relate to the feeling, since he'd masturbated before, but what he wasn't expecting was for Coach Frank to tug his cock free from the confines of his underwear, letting his pants and underwear slip down further as he tugged his balls free alongside it.

Ken's eyes glued themselves to that twitching canine dick; it was thick and girthy, even in its half-hard state, and the end tapered in a way that gave it a strange curved point. Kenny was, admittedly, utterly unused to other cock shapes; he could tell it was a dick, of course, but his looked so far and away different from Coach Frank's own that he didn't even know where to begin with 'pleasing' it. He watched as it swelled larger and larger, far outmatching the size of his own tiny cock hidden away within his shorts, and the base began to swell and engorge, forming a thick and bulbous knot the more aroused the coach became. All the while, the Rottweiler's muzzle roamed and tasted every inch of that paw, tongue smearing between toes and even going as far as to pull it into his mouth slightly, causing Ken to awkwardly curl each digit against his awaiting tongue.

"Oooh yeah..." Coach Frank groaned against the cub's paw, his hand moving from around his clothes up to the length of his cock, where he squeezed and dragged his digits from tip to base. He curled his hand around the thickness of his knot and growled quietly, his pleasure no doubt rising. Kenny could relate to the feeling, but he had to admit that the nature of the coach's wants, his keen interest in his paws, was weird to him. He watched as the Rottweiler leant himself up and straightened, staring down at the boy as, with a shuffle, his sweatpants and underwear dropped to his ankles. The rabbit looked up at him, one of his ankles still being held, and his eyes widened when Frank dragged that paw down, bringing the spit-slickened sole to his turgid adult cock.

The rabbit felt like he understood, and he shifted his leg, twisting his ankle so that his toes brushed against the tip and the plumpness of his paw pressed firmly to the underside, pushing it up slightly. He splayed his toes as the canine's grip tightened on his ankle slightly, and Kenny's ears twisted to the groan of delight that came from the Rottweiler's mouth. It was weird and kind of arousing to feel the heat against his paw, to feel that vivid throbbing and twitching that slid between his two middle toes of his four-toed paw. Without any prompting from Coach Frank, Ken shifted and lifted his other leg, bringing his other paw towards the cock at the same time. He twisted his first ankle, moving into a position where the soles of his bunny paws did their best to cradle the length whilst his toes curled around the sides, encapsulating that heat between them. The warmth spread all the way up to his ankles, and Kenny felt a flush cross his face when the canine thrust against his paws, bumping the thickness of his knot against the sides of his feet.

"Just like that," Coach Frank huffed quietly, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensations. "Fuck, you're a natural."

There was a tingle of delight somewhere in Kenny that blossomed when being praised for his efforts, and with some effort he slid his paws down, graduating and lifting his toes over the bump of that knot before he dragged all the way back up. There was a great deal more friction on one side than the other, thanks to the spit, but it didn't last that way for long; as the rabbit's paws dragged up to the Rottweiler's tip, pre-cum oozed from the end and smeared across his soles, which spread onto the cock and he dragged them back down. Each rise and fall of his paws lubed up that member more and more, pre-cum spreading across fur and flesh until every inch of that cock, bar from a tiny bit here and there, was sticky and slick with pre-seed and spit. The Rottweiler hummed his approval of those clumsy movements, each stroke and glide causing him to thrust against those soft paws, steadily picking up speed over time.

It was taking a great deal of effort for Kenny to get himself in the right position, to keep his paws angled and twisted in a way that Coach Frank liked, but it was becoming easier over time, especially as the canine started to do most of the work himself-- with each powerful thrust, the rabbit boy strained to keep his paws at the right angle, to keep his legs lifted whilst his hands clenched the edge of the bench, holding himself there. The Rottweiler started to huff with a greater fervency, his hips bucking with reckless abandon as that knot bumped the side of the rabbit's feet over and over, warning Kenny of how thick and bulbous it was. After some time the rabbit tried to change his angles, to relax his paws and move one towards the underside which, to his surprise, his coach enjoyed immensely. The canine's hands snapped forward to grasp at his paw as Ken's other foot wrapped around the top in an attempt to provide some friction, since that seemed like the right thing to do.

"Oooh, I'm almost, f--" He restrained the swear that threatened to utter past his muzzle as he thrust, and Kenny's eyes widened at the sight of an obvious drip of pre-cum from that end of that tapered cock. It seemed between the gap between two of his toes and spread warmth to his paw, but he barely had a few moments to relish it before a sudden spurt of off-white fluid shot from the end of the canine's cock, arcing forwards. Ken instinctively shut his eyes as he felt a heat brush across his face, wet and gooey, followed by another splatter of wet warmth that hit his chest, then his thighs. That sensation could be felt almost all over in spots across his body, and as his ears listened in to the sounds of those deep sighs of pleasured relief, he could feel that wetness between his toes, seeping down and making the sounds of his paws gliding across that cock noisy and messy. Ken couldn't help but feel aroused-- he knew what the substance was, since he'd masturbated before, but having another man's cum all over him made his stiff little dick stand on end in his shorts, tenting what had otherwise been flat-ish, at first.

"Good boy..." The canine murmured, and Kenny peeked open an eye to watch as the Rottweiler pushed forwards and humped against his paw, teasing out the final remnants of his orgasm as they oozed down onto the cub's toes. The 10-year-old shifted in his awkward position and moved to lower one of his legs, but the canine instead grabbed his ankle, examining the sole of the rabbit's paw to take presumably take in the sight of the cum staining his toes-- though it was the paw sat atop the Rottweiler's cock, it still managed to catch some of it. The canine's hand went to the other ankle as well, withdrawing it from his member so that he could lift it to meet the other, his eyes jumping between the two of them. The 10-year-old's eyes widened when the man, without hesitation, brought his muzzle back to those paws, and he couldn't help but suck in a breath and tense when that tongue met with the sole of his paw again.

It seemed like Coach Frank was eager to lick up the fruits of his own labours, though to Kenny it seemed strange. Despite the weirdness of it, however, he found himself turned on, his young body tingling with desire. He watched with bated breath, with a parted muzzle, as the coach dragged his wide, wet tongue from the heel of the cub's paw all the way up, dragging it towards his toes. His tongue delves into the crease between those small digits, shoving the appendage between those toes to taste every inch, to lick each strand of fur clean of cum. When one was done he moved to the next, giving it as much dutiful attention at the first, his tongue slathering, squirming and writhing in all manner of ways and positions. Kenny could do nothing but watch, his cheeks burning with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment as his paws twitched from the Rottweiler nibbling at the sides of his paws, and his toes flexed when that tongue buried its way between them. The rabbit boy shuddered, resisting the urge to giggle or moan, until the man was finally done. Ken's paws felt wet, but...somehow cleaner.

After a moment or two, the coach pulled back, his grip loosening as he allowed the boy to finally lower his legs, and Ken was glad for it; his muscles were starting to ache a little. When he swung his body down and sat a bit more upright, he came mostly face to face with Coach Frank's cock, still turgid and hard, glistening with fluid. The rabbit's eyes trailed up to the canine's face, where he saw him grinning, his gaze lidded.

"Why don't you clean me up?" He asked quietly. "And then we can see about getting you out of P.E."

Kenny didn't need telling twice, and he leant forwards, reaching out with both hands to awkwardly curl one around the length of the cock whilst the other couch with that thick, sensitive knot. His muzzle hovered over the tapered tip, his breathing heavy, and he slowly but surely placed his mouth and tongue over the end. The taste of salt smeared across his tongue and he listened intently to the sounds of hummed approval coming from the coach, using it as a guide. 

He suckled away and licked his coach clean well into his next period, to the point where he didn't even attend at all. Only the two of them knew how many rounds they would go, if more than one...but by the end of it all, Kenny was left covered in cum from head to toe.



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On the day that the new transfer student arrived, P.E. had finally come to an end. Most of the students were already off to their next period, which could be a mixture of different subjects depending on their own individual schedules. For a couple of young cubs, though, they had yet to return to their lessons. One remained in the gymnasium for a little while, trying to cool off after an excruciating 30 laps around the hall, but another was in the locker rooms, experiencing something he'd partaken in many times before.

"That's it-- fuck, you're so good at this..." Coach Frank groaned his approval and rolled his head back as Kenny quietly and dutifully bowed his head up and down that turgid canine cock, each sweeping movement slicking up the cock with spit and pre-cum each time he bobbed down. The Rottweiler thrust into his mouth a little bit each time the cub slid his mouth down, the boy letting out grunting, half-gagging sounds whenever the tapering end of that member pushed towards the back of his throat and plunged down, stretching it out. Kenny had thankfully long since gotten over his gag reflex, much to the coach's delight.

"Good boy-- I can't wait to bury into that ass." The coach murmured, and he placed a hand atop the boy's head, easing him back. Kenny lifted his eyes to look up at the man's face as his lips slowly slid along the length of the member back towards the tip, and with another final nudge he caused Ken to pop his muzzle free from the end of that cock, and shortly thereafter the Rottweiler's hand slipped under the boy's chin, coaxing him to stand. In that brightly lit locker room, the man manhandled that young boy, lifting him up from his knelt position and onto the bed, where he turned him around and groped his big, canine hands against that petite boyish ass. The rabbit, wearing only his underwear, wiggled his ass back and forth and shifted on his knees on the bench, his hands curling around the lip of the bench on the other side. He bent over as the man slid those hands up towards the waistband of his undies, and with a lustful growl they came down, passing over the roundness of his young ass to reveal the beautiful fluffy cheeks. 

This wasn't the first time the two of them had fucked since that first day, and it wouldn't be the last, either. Kenny sucked in a breath and braced himself as he felt the Rottweiler's spit-covered cock slid down against his cheeks and probe between them, nudging forwards until he found the hole. He didn't give Ken much of a warning before he started to push, and the rabbit didn't need it, either; they probably fucked at least 2 or 3 times a week at this point, sometimes during the lunch period when Kenny didn't even have P.E that day, so he was always nice and stretched for him, almost perfect moulded for his cock. With a single slow thrust Coach Frank slid himself inside, nudging and pressing deeper and deeper until his turgid knot kissed with that young ass. He kneaded, pressing the bulbous thickness of his knot against that squeezing ring, before he tugged back and started to thrust.

Outside of the locker room, young Rodger, the exchange student feline, stared up at the metal scaffolding of the ceiling as he took a moment to collect his thoughts. His 10-year-old brain could barely keep up with the chaos of his first day and anxiety riddled his young body from having to make new friends, of which he'd lacked any, thus far. It was hard for him to try and fit in, and he wasn't doing a very good job of making any lasting friendships. He didn't want to be a loner.

A sudden noise came from the locker rooms, catching the white-furred feline by surprise, and he jolted out of his daydreaming, thought-riddled trance, looking over in the direction of the door leading into the changing area. Curiosity crossed his face, and from where he was standing he was sure he could hear something else...but it was hard to make out. He thought nothing of it, at first, but it was a reminder that he needed to get changed and head to his next class, of which he was sure he was late for. With a sigh, the boy padded across the gymnasium and towards the locker rooms, his tail swishing lightly as he went.

When he entered, there was no one there, not that he could see at first. The middle bench where people typically sat and changed was quiet and empty, but somewhere in the distance, Rodger's ears twisted to the sound of running water-- it sounded like the shower was running. His eyes darted across the locker room to see a little collection of clothes briefly hidden out of view by the bench, which became more visible as he rounded the seating to head towards his own gym bag sitting in the corner of the room. He looked towards the entranceway to the showers and leaned to peek his head over, spotting the object of his envy washing himself under a trickle of hot water.

"What's that?" Rod suddenly spoke, making the rabbit jump. The boy whirled around on the spot to stare straight at the feline, before following his gaze down. Where Rodger was confused, Kenny was notably embarrassed-- between his legs was a trickle of fluid from a very recent, very rough knotting. It strained his fur and was obvious against the grey strands; it was the entire reason for the shower in the first place. The rabbit turned to him for a moment, looking down, and his face grew flushed.

"I-It's nothing," The boy quickly turned away and continued talking. "You're the new kid, right?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm Rodger..." The feline introduced himself and realised it was kind of weird to be standing there by the showers with clothes on, but he had no way of really changing that...nor did he want to step away at that moment.

"I'm Ken," The rabbit threw his greeting over his shoulder. "Oh, um, where were you before this? Like, what was your old school like?"

"Oooh, uh...it was okay. We moved because my dad got a new job..." The boy tried to explain, and as he spoke Kenny made a point of running his hands up and down his legs. "I like this place, but it's hard to make friends and stuff...is it hard for you to make friends too?"

"What? No," Kenny half-laughed, looking over at the feline and grinning slightly. "Kind of seems like you hate P.E."

"Yeah..." The feline groaned. "I don't really like running laps, my legs hurt from doing that. It's my least favourite class..."

"Same." Kenny remarked, running his hands over the back of his neck.

"How do you get out of it? I saw you just sitting on the bench...I wanna do that." He was blunt and to the point, kind of...but who could fault a kid for asking?

"Oh, um...I kind of have a deal with the coach," Kenny explained awkwardly. "I could tell you about it after school, if you wanna go to my place?"

"Like...friends?" Rodger's eyes widened and Kenny looked over his shoulder to pull a face. Rodger grew embarrassed, but all the rabbit did was laugh.

"Meet me at the gates after school," Kenny told him without really answering his question. "What's your next class?"

"Um...chemistry," Rodger replied. "Miss Heeler, I think?"

"Oooh...you should go," Kenny grimaced. "Miss Heeler's nice but she hates it when you're tardy. She'll let you off the hook because you're new, but...if you make it a habit...she's scary."

Rodger understood what it was like to have a scary teacher; he had one in his old school. He knew he'd have to ask his mom if he could go to a friend's house after school, but he knew she'd probably be okay with it. With that, the feline turned away from the shower and headed towards his back in the corner of the locker room. He didn't shower like Ken-- he just changed into his school clothes and left; he'd worked hard from running, but he wasn't exactly dirty.

The next 2 remaining periods of school, of which one was chemistry like he'd said, were strangely long and exhausting, at least mentally. Neither were particularly difficult subjects, but the feline cub found himself just focusing on other things and eagerly anticipating what the bunny had in mind for him after school. When the bell finally rang to signify the end of the day, Rodger made his way along with the congregation of other kids towards the exits. He'd texted his Mom midway through the last period and she was happy that he'd found a friend, and wouldn't expect him home until later.

Rod's eyes cast over the courtyard of the school and, sure enough, Kenny stood waiting for him at the school gates-- how he'd gotten ahead of the ground, Rod didn't know. When he approached, however, Ken was quick to leave; he didn't explain why. All that Rod knew, from what the rabbit said, was that his parents wouldn't be back for a while, so it was the 'perfect time', according to him. Rodger, innocent as he was, had no idea what that meant, but he was eventually going to find out.

Kenny's house was surprisingly close to the school, roughly a 10-minute walk through a suburban area until they stopped outside a middle-class home with its own porch and ratty iron fence leading into a backyard. A collection of old furniture sat on the left side of the porch, but Kenny paid it no mind, as if it had been there a while. He gestured for Rodger to follow him up the porch and he fumbled in his pocket, pulling out a set of keys. They slipped into the lock with ease, and with a twist the door swung open, allowing them inside. Rod was nervous, but he followed the cub in, who shut the door behind them.

The living room was quaint and cosy in its choice of furniture-- there were warm tones of crimson, forest green and mahogany splattered across the place to create a warm theme of druidic undertones. The feline's eyes danced across the room, from the green couch to the rich wooden bookcases, to the dark red mantlepiece, before his attention was diverted back to the grey rabbit-- Kenny stepped across the room and dumped his backpack on the couch, before turning to face the boy.

"He'll be here any minute, so," Kenny began, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. "You wanna skip P.E with me?"

"You mean, like..." Rodger trailed off for a moment, lost in thought. "Did you have some kind of deal with him?"

"You could say that," The rabbit smirked a little, leaning up against the back of the couch. "Do you want in or not? It's going to cost you, but..."

"What's the price?" Rodger asked, but Kenny didn't give him an answer, for at that moment the two of them heard the door click and twist. Rodger turned towards the hallway and his eyes widened when their coach stepped into frame of the open-plan entranceway to the living room. Kenny didn't look fazed; he knew the man was coming, that much was clear, but the reasons as to why were still a mystery. For a moment, the canine seems stunned, surprised to find Rodger standing there, but his expression smooths over quickly when his gaze turns to Kenny, instead.

"I'm all for a little more action..." The Rottweiler began, adjusting the waistline of his black sweatpants. "But you could have at least given me a heads up, kid."

"Sorry coach," The rabbit replied, all but cementing their relationship. "But, I think he's in for an Easy A too, if you know what I mean."

"Is he, now?" The canine turned his attention to Rod, stepping closer towards him. Rodger awkwardly stood there for a moment, unsure if the man was scrutinising him or if he had something else in mind. The Rottweiler reached out to grab at the boy's chin, tilting it upwards so he could look at his face more directly. He studied him, staring with a wide grin, before his hand slipped from the feline's white-furred chin and down his body, fingertips brushing briefly against his chest and stomach, along his black polo shirt, until he swung his arm to the side to grab that dainty, boyish hand in his own. Rodger's digits were so much smaller in comparison to Coach Frank's, and for a moment Rodger was surprised by the difference, before he watched as the man pulled his hand along until it hovered near his sweatpants.

There was a moment of tense silence as Kenny quietly approached, peering over Rodger's shoulder to watch the Rottweiler bring the feline's hand further forward, until his fingers and palm pressed to the heat of the adult's crotch. Rodger could feel that thick meat pulsing and twitching against his hand, and all it took was a very subtle squeeze and a shifting of his wrist to truly get a feel for the outline of it-- though even that was changing as the cock grew within the confines of the coach's sweatpants.

"Like what you feel, kid?" The Rottweiler asked casually, his voice dark and laced with arousal, before he moved a hand to the waistband of his pants and slid them down on one side, letting it reveal some of his crotch and fur; the cock, however, remained stuck tenting his pants as it became longer and sturdier. Rodger didn't know how to respond to the man's question-- he'd never really done anything sexual before-- but in the end he didn't need to, for the canine moved his hand to the other side to work his pants down more, eventually freeing his cock from his underwear.

Rodger's eyes snapped down, though they were already looking in that direction anyway, and he stared wide-eyed at the man's turgid canine dick. He hadn't really seen or known about what a canine's dick might look like, and his was a stark contrast to what sat pulsing against his young palm. It twitched with even the subtlest of his movements, and his feline ears twisted to the sounds of the man's quiet, fervent sighs, his large hand still cupping Rod's own and brushing across the back of his hand.

"Get on your knees." The coach's words were authoritative, yet clearly husky with horny undertones, and despite his nerves in touching another man's cock, Rodger found himself obedient, driven more by the curiosity of it than anything else. He dropped to his knees after a few moments and to his left, he saw Kenny do the same-- on instinct, Rodger scooted to the side to give the rabbit room to kneel next to him, and he watched with wide eyes as Kenny unabashedly brought his muzzle towards that twitching length, and without hesitation started to stick out his tongue and run it along the underside. Rodger's mouth went dry and he gulped nervously at the sight of that adult cock bouncing up and down as Kenny's mouth ran from knot to tip, swirling around the tapering end of it, scooping up translucent fluids that oozed straight onto his tongue.

After a few moments, Rodger felt a hand atop his feline head, nestling in between his pointed little ears, and Rod peered up to see Coach Frank staring down at him with a wide, knowing grin. The cat's ears instinctively folded down and he averted his gaze, bringing it back towards that turgid cock. Rodger didn't want to admit it, but he was strangely enamoured by the sight of it-- something about seeing someone else's cock for the first time was making his young brain feel confused and turned on. He was easily susceptible to the coach's coaxing, and with some encouragement he brought his own head closer. A whimper came from him as his muzzle touched with that thick, bulbous knot, and he tried his best to follow Kenny's movements, sticking out his tongue to lick. Unlike most felines, his tongue wasn't rough and sharp like sandpaper, but smooth and inviting-- he could hear the Rottweiler's groans, feel his rhythmic throbbing and twitching, and he knew he was doing a good job.

Above him, Kenny did what he had done so many times before and curled his mouth around that end, sliding down and taking the cock into his muzzle. He hummed around the thick warmth of it and Coach Frank in turn grasped at the top of his head, claws and fingers grazing against the flesh beneath his grey fur as he urged him to sink down further. Kenny was dutiful in his movements and bowed, grunting with the exertion of having to go deep, the thick canine cock sinking deep into his throat until the fur of his muzzle brushed with Rodger's own, where lips briefly met cheek, as the feline ran his tongue over the smooth veiny surface of that swollen knot.

They moved into some kind of rhythm, though it was mostly Kenny doing all the work as the Rottweiler remained still, his hand encouraging both boys in various directions, angles or simply augmenting their rhythm, though he mostly aided the rabbit in plunging and rising. Rodger quietly continued to brush his muzzle and kiss along the thick knot, down to the man's heavy brown-furred balls, and for a brief moment Coach Frank eased his hand off the feline's head so that he could work his sweatpants down further, allowing them to pass his hips entirely and drop to his ankles, revealing it all in the living room of Kenny's home.

"Ooh fuck, almost there, kids..." The Rottweiler murmured, and Rodger looked up at the man to see his strained expression, his muzzle parted as he huffed and grunted with pleasure. For a moment Rodger looked to the rabbit boy, seeing his dutifully and eagerly he bowed his mouth up and down, and part of him wondered if he might be able to do the same himself one day, or if he even wanted to at all. Unlike him, Ken seemed to know when the man was going to cum, for he pulled back as their coach huffed and panted, his chest heaving, and the rabbit's hands wrapped around the spit-slicken length of the cock, squeezing and stroking his hands up and down.

A sudden strained groan came from the Rottweiler's muzzle and Rodger lifted his head just in time to see a plentiful off-white spurt shoot from the end of the man's cock, splattering across Kenny's face and oozing down his cheeks and between his eyes. Rod's eyes widened at the sight, before he flinched as Kenny angled the cock in his direction, and another spurt shot across his own face, dripping over his lips and down his muzzle. The feline instinctively stuck out his tongue and was met with the taste of salt, which initially made him recoil, but he calmed down somewhat when another hot splatter spread across his face. Kenny took turns alternating the angle of that climaxing cock, spraying both himself and his new friend in a sticky mixture of cum that left all three of them panting. Rodger found himself conflicted; it was kind of gross, but also felt so, so good.

"We're not done yet," The man growled, betraying his desire. "Get up on the couch, Ken. I've been waiting since lunch to get a piece of that."

To his left, Kenny pulled himself to his feet and unabashedly started to strip in the living room of his own home as Rodger awkwardly moved backwards, stepping over towards the door leading into the kitchen, where he found a small hand towel hanging up near the door, presumably used to dry one's hands. He felt bad for using it, but hoped Kenny would clean up if he used it to pat his face down-- besides, neither of the other two were looking anyway. He towelled his face off, leaving it mostly dry though a little damp still, and bundled it up on the counter so no one could see the stains of off-white fluid. He returned to the room just in time to see the rabbit, whose school uniform was completely discarded on the floor, on all fours on the couch. His ass was high in the air, and to the side of the couch was their coach, who was in the process of pulling his shirt over his head as his pants lay in a heap nearby.

"Hey," Kenny swung his head over his shoulder and grinned at Rod, gesturing with a jerk of his head. "Come over here."

The Rottweiler cast a gaze back at the cub for a moment and Rodger awkwardly approached, unsure what to do. Kenny gestured and instructed him and he moved over towards the arm of the couch closest to the boy's head. The cub wasn't sure what the boy wanted, but when Kenny reached out to pull at his trousers, Rodger got the hint. He was nervous, but he started to remove his pants, right as the Rottweiler took his hardened cock, having already softened and stiffened again a minute or so later, and angled its slick tip towards Kenny's ass. Rodger watched the member disappear beneath the boy's stumpy cottontail and his eyes widened when Kenny hung his head and groaned, clearly pleasured by something...it was obvious by what, even if Rodger was inexperienced.

The feline's pants inevitably fell, though it took some more coaxing from Ken to make it happen. They dropped to his ankles and he kicked them off, letting them move across the carpet as he finally revealed himself-- just like his face, his legs bore pure white fur and his crotch was anatomically correct, more or less, with a pair of tiny nuts and a turgid, cone-shaped dick with little nubs for barbs. He looked embarrassed to be having himself on display so openly to people he barely met, but he simply kept following Kenny's instructions, moving as the rabbit encouraged him to get up on the couch.

Rodger didn't know what the boy wanted, but he was driven by a curiosity he didn't understand. What he wasn't expecting, however, was for the rabbit's head to come towards his ass, pushing in between his cheeks and pressing tongue to muzzle. A gasp ripped through Rodger's muzzle that was accompanied by an adjoining groan from Kenny's own mouth that hummed against the boy's virgin pucker, before a warm tongue touched with that sensitive flesh. Rodger squirmed, fingers gripping to the arm of the couch, claws digging against fabric, as indescribably pleasure rushed through his body.

At the same time, Coach Frank began to thrust with reckless abandon, his hips pumping and slamming over and over as his panting, huffing breaths became more and more fervent and laboured over time. Each thrust was accentuated by a squelch, and most of them by a hard and wet 'plap' that had the bunny's ass jiggling and his moans becoming frequent and heavy. Despite that, his tongue rolled and slathered, tasting every inch of the cub's ass in front of him, his appendage circling the flesh and smearing against the entrance in a way that threatened to push further. Rodger found himself sinking into the pleasure, his eyelids fluttering, his breathing quiet and heavy.

The Rottweiler began to thrust with more and more force over time, his occasional grunts of pleasure mixed with quiet murmurs, talking under his breath and no doubt saying something obscene, though neither Rod nor Ken could actually hear what he was saying. Through all of it, however, Ken groaned, plunging his tongue as much as he could as Rodger wriggled his ass and tried not to squirm too much-- to him, it was a foreign and exciting feeling, but also quite scary, in a way, mostly due to the unknown of it. Regardless of his potential fears, he didn't pull away; the pleasure was simply too great, and Kenny was probing in a way that made him yearn for more. At the same time, he quietly listened, twisting his ears to the lewd sounds of sex, his face becoming flushed just from focusing only on those smacking sounds of adult pelvis against young ass.

The adult canine started to thrust faster and faster, as indicated by those noises of forbidden sex becoming quicker and plentiful, and Kenny starts to huff and whimper against the feline's ass, trying to stick his tongue in whilst vocalising his pleasure, though one gave out for the other eventually-- his groans and gasps were silenced by his own roaming tongue as he sunk deeper into Rodger's ass, trying to nudge and curl around his sensitive innards. The feline's dick jumped up and down with arousal, twitching madly under his assault, but there were no fluids, not even a minuscule drop of pre-cum, for he was too young to even make that much.

"Oh fuck, here it...!" The coach didn't even finish his words; he pushed forward, and the rabbit strained, his muzzle pressing further into Rodger's behind. The feline craned his neck to see what was going on, but he couldn't make out a thing out the corner of his eye, and instead had to go on sound alone-- there was a quiet pop, a wet squelch and a loud, boyish gasp from Kenny's half-open muzzle. The rabbit tugged back in an instant and hung his head, shuddering from a sensation that Rodger had never experienced. Coach Frank pushed, thrust and yanked his body back and forth a handful more times, his teeth gritted and his face scrunched up in pleasure, until he let out a final long sigh of delight.

Rodger understood what might be happening given what had happened earlier, and he couldn't help but feel left out. A shiver ran up his spine when he saw the Rottweiler raise his head to pin him with a stare, and the feline felt underdressed for the occasion, aware his ass was out in the open and more or less on display for their coach to ogle at. From Kenny's grunts and occasional shifts, Rod presumed that their coach must be cumming a lot.

"Don't worry kid, you're next," The Rottweiler growled, licking his lips as his gaze hungrily ran from the feline's body down to his ass. "Never broke in a transfer student before..."

Rodger paled slightly at his comments and he couldn't help but feel nervous. Just what had he gotten himself into?

By the end of that day, Rodger would come to understand what it truly meant to be in his coach's good graces...and he'd never have to run laps again.