Thirteen year old delicious Wes had a coach hired by his riche parents in order to make him a suitable heir. He made him do degrading exercises, testing his sexiness, until the fateful day.

"Wes" the wolverine badger coach said, "Take off your clothes."

Wes was all sweaty from pushups and running, his sweat stained his crotch. All he managed was a weak "okay".

He quickly removed his vestiments, exposing his sweaty jockstrap. The coach wasted no time, groping his ass and shoving his tongue down Wes' mouth. The tiger boy was too tired to protest, and maybe secretly aroused?

The coach threw him to the doormat, and positioned himself above him. He stroke his nasty sweaty cock before taking out his pants and jockstrap, lining his thick head with Wes' lips. The cub gave a tentative lick, before the coach forced his head up and his muzzle to take in more of the cock. It grazed the back of Wes' mouth, making him gag. Precum was swallowed, barely tasted as it went down the hatch. The coach was enjoying himself, but had to reign himself in before he blew his load.

With no warning, the coach dislodged and turned him around, exposing his ass (he was still wearing jockstraps). Lubed by saliva and by the teen's anal glands, the coach dug down deep, eliciting a pained whince rom Wes. The tiger braced himself as the coach humped him fast and hard, laying his belly on top of the youth's back and forcing another kiss.

"Almost..." moaned the coach.

Suddenly, he removed himself from Wes and crawled to his face, forcing his cock up the cub's mouth again. He then unleahsed his load, some swallowed but most washing down the throat and squirting out of his nostrils.

"Ahhh" the coach moaned.

He looked down at the teen, barely phased.

"Truly a whore."