You can find the young human version of this story in my gallery on Aryion.",
"writing": "[t][center]Coach Frank Deals with a Jock-Sniffer[/center][/t]\n\n\tI got all the way to my truck before I realized I'd left my keys back in the office. The annoyance caused me to scowl fiercely enough to startle some passing schoolgirls as they hurried past me to board the bus home. A 37-year-old, 6'3'' muscular horse with a mean mug can do that. I took my normal long strides on the way back to the school building, unconsciously twitching my tail and snorting in agitation. I'd been in a rush to get home to prep and primp for a date that evening, and hadn't bothered to use the gym's shower or to change out of my normal workwear (a black tanktop, blue baseball cap, and tiny athletic shorts that showed off my powerful thighs). Honestly, my snowy-white coat was probably pretty ripe; I didn't shower yesterday either, come to think of it. \n\n\tRe-entering the doors of Eastview High School, I made my way towards the gymnasium. I passed Mr. Campos in the hall, and felt my mood improve slightly after noticing the diminutive music teacher shamelessly ogling my hefty basket as it went by practically beneath his nose. At less than 5 feet tall, Andres Campos really was practically blowjob-height. It was only his second year as a teacher, and the fresh faced 20-something ram was actually kind of cute with his fluffy black wool. The little sheep gave a faint gasp before blushing and hurrying back into the music room. I'm mostly straight, but I definitely thought to myself that it might be fun to corner Campos someday soon and see what it led to...\n\n\tAs I entered the school's well-funded gymnasium, my eyes immediately went to the large digital clock part of the scoreboard on the opposite wall. It was already 4:10 PM, and my date was at 6. Accounting for normal drive time home in addition to the school pickup traffic I'd no longer get to avoid, plus the resulting rush-hour traffic I'd now hit both ways going home and heading to the restaurant... there was no way I'd make the already optimistically-early dinner reservation. My mood darkened further at the realization.\n\n\tEntering the boys' locker-room, my hand reached down the waistbands of my shorts and jockstrap to scratch at my heavy nuts. They were full of virile spunk I needed to unload tonight, and as I rolled one apple-sized ball around in my hand, they definitely felt bigger than normal. After passing the empty showers (visible through one of my office windows so I could keep an eye out for any roughhousing), I heard what sounded like an inquisitive bloodhound sniffing for a trail; at the same time, I saw my office door (``Coach Frank Acosta'' in gold lettering on the frosted door pane) was ajar. With no patience left for student shenanigans, I slammed the door open and bellowed out ``WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON IN HERE!?''\n\n\tThe image of a short, shocked teenaged pig sitting naked on the office floor, jockstrap covering mouth and nose, hard dick in hand might have been comical if it wasn't my jock (stolen from the laundry hamper I kept next to my desk), in my office (with the rest of the laundry messily scattered around it), while running late for my date (which might mean I wouldn't get to blast out my load)! It wasn't the first time one of the high-school kids developed a crush on me; I was definitely the most masculine authority figure in a school with a majority of female teachers. Each year there were a few girls (and a boy or two) who would get that starstruck look and try to stay as close to me as possible during gym class, or offer to help after school. For the most part I behaved myself. Times had changed since I started teaching and coaching; anything that could be perceived as inappropriate could mean looking for a new job.\n\n\tThat thought had me shaking my black mane and breathing out slowly as the gravity of the situation really set in. There was a naked student in my office with me after hours. All I needed was another teacher or custodian to walk in and misunderstand, and I'd be absolutely finished. The teen (Brandon? Brendan? It was still early in the year and I hadn't learned all the names yet for Senior gym class) was petrified enough that he still hadn't moved or spoken, just staring wide-eyed at me as I sighed and shut my office door, taking care to flip the lock and lower the blinds over the door pane. I turned back to him, much calmer (at least outwardly).\n\n\t``Ok kid, I'm sorry for shouting at you. But I think you know damn well you aren't supposed to be in here or going through my stuff, and I want you to explain yourself.'' I said this while sinking into my ergonomic office chair and kicking my hooves up. My phone buzzed in my pocket as the senior (an 18-year-old if I remembered right) started lowering the jock off his face. It looked like one of the ones I wore for a week before washing, which would have made it extra ripe. Just as he started to speak, I held up a finger indicating for him to wait as I answered the call without looking at the phone, still staring at the student and trying to guess if I'd coached any of his older siblings.\n\n\t``This is Frank.'' ``Hey handsome, it's Julia! I hope I caught you before you left work! I'm going to need a raincheck for our date tonight! Probably for a while! I got accepted into that yoga seminar I was telling you about! Three months in the mountains! It's going to be amazing! Let Principal Paulson know for me!? Thanks a million! Kisses! Bye!'' All in all, the call probably lasted less than ten seconds before the school's perky art teacher hung up without even waiting for a response from me. I'd known the gazelle was flighty, but was willing to look past that in favor of her more... physical assets. Now I'd be blue-balling my way through the week unless I took matters into my own hands, something that felt like losing. I hate losing.\n\n\t``...the smell...'' The kid had seen me lower the phone and had finally gotten the courage to answer my earlier question. I hadn't even noticed my hand not holding the cell phone had crept down my jock again to fondle my poor, unfulfilled cum-makers and was surprised when I felt them twitch at the response. ``What smell?'' I wanted clarification, even as some dirty thoughts started percolating up from my nuts to my brain. ``I... I wanted to... to know if your junk, uh... smells as good as... my step-dad's...'' My monster started swelling at the possibilities unexpectedly arising. It was definitely a bad idea, but sometimes horniness put off too long rebounds in unexpected ways.\n\n\tI slowly withdrew my hand from my jock where it'd been soaking up the smells of my musk and held two fingers towards the young adult. I was curious how bold he'd be. The lad trembled in place for a moment before rushing around the desk to get a good whiff of my ball-stink. His 6-incher jumped as he kept taking deep inhales. Despite a bit of pot-belly, the pig was on the smaller side, so I was easily able to lift him up and set his naked butt onto my lap. I had him facing away from me, my fingers still in front of his entranced face. ``You like that, uh... Brandon?'' I must have gotten his name right, as he merely nodded and kept huffing the way a pig does. My equine cock was hardening in my jock, something he must have been able to feel through the thin layers of my athletic shorts. I replenished the smells by reaching my hand back down and rubbing it all over my balls (and taint this time) before returning it to his nose. Brandon practically vibrated in my lap as he breathed in the headier musk. My other hand was slowly running up and down his naked body while I did some mental gymnastics to try and figure out what I wanted to do here, and how to get away with it....\n\n\tWell, if the pig wanted to really smell me... I could get behind that. I effortlessly lifted the naked senior off my lap and laid him on his back atop my desk, with his head and snout hanging just off one edge. ``So you want to see if my junk smells as good as your step-dad's? Well let's have you check at the source!'' I yanked my tiny athletic shorts off, revealing the jock I'd been wearing the last few days without showering (despite coaching multiple gym classes per day). I know I cut an impressive figure: powerful legs, skull-crusher thighs, and a muscular body that showed the results of decades of consistent exercise. Still, I could feel my ego (and cock) swell at the way the mouth of the upside-down young pig hung open in awe. And like the saying goes, an open door (or mouth) is an invitation.\n\n\tI approached the teen and found the height of his head to be just right to thrust my full jock into his face. The cloth-covered head of my cock pushed into his mouth a bit while his snout got the full business of the scent-soaked underwear. His hand immediately went to play with his smaller cock while I felt him rubbing his head all over the jock and snorting rapidly. ``How's that musky jock kiddo? Even better fresh than that one in the laundry, right?'' I heard an emphatic if muffled *Mmhmm!* \n\n\tI ground my covered crotch into his head even harder; I was starting to get worked up at the raunchiness of the situation. Most males evoke little sexual interest from me, but finding this eager 18-year-old so into my musky smells (and wanting to compare it to his STEP-FATHER'S junk!?) when I'd already been riled and pent up for a now-cancelled date... Yeah, I could definitely make use of the gay piggy to get my rocks off, as long as I covered my tracks afterwards. I wasn't going to take the chance of anything that happened in my office today making it out.\n\n\tI raised up a bit so it was my taint covering his nose while I ran my hands over his pink chest, experimentally giving his dick a few tugs. Just like that he was cumming and shooting a decent-sized load all over his chest and my hand. I guess it was the combo of the more powerful smells plus his hot gym teacher jacking his Johnson. I chuckled at how quickly it'd happened, and openly laughed when he immediately went back to sniffing as much horse-smell as possible, now adding his tongue for enthusiastic licks up and down my taint. I moaned at the new sensation. There were some things most women just wouldn't do, complaining of smells and ``nastiness'', but Brandon here seemed all about it.\n\n\tMy sweaty jock was barely containing my now massive cock, but that wasn't the focus right now. I'd only been rimmed once before, as the rimmer (a hot, busty young teacher's aide who'd tried to blackmail me) hadn't been around to repeat the servicing after that first time. I was eager to feel that huffing snout and tongue on my ripe asshole. Moving my hands up to the teenager's chest, I pushed him into the middle of the desk before hopping atop the sturdy wooden thing. I used a well-practiced squatter's form as I swished my tail and slowly lowered my ass down to hover right above the high-schooler's face. He immediately smashed his snout directly into my sweaty donut and took the biggest inhale I'd heard from him yet. His arms actually circled my waist and attempted to pull me down closer to him, but I maintained my position for the moment. I wanted him to work for it.\n\n\tI fought the urge to pull my cock out and stroke it, wanting the experience to last and wanting my climax to be at the height of ecstasy. Brandon's busy tongue suddenly darted out and gave a long lick up and down my entire crack, and any doubt's I'd had about how I wanted this to conclude vanished. The jock-sniffer wasn't leaving here without getting all the ass-musk he could take, and then some more. I slowly dropped my center of gravity backwards until I was actually sitting on the 18-year-old's face. I wasn't smothering him yet, but I did reach back and spread my cheeks so that his face was between them before letting go. \n\n\tThe pigboy was in heaven. I felt him kick into high gear with the rapid snorting and frenzied licks of my ripe hole, making me moan even louder. Every stroke of his tongue got my nuts churning. FUCK, this felt amazing! I needed to feel him even deeper. I sat my entire weight down around his head and mentally relaxed my hole. The only thing that happened at first was another body-shaking orgasm from Brandon before he went back to work rimming and snorting at my still-tight donut-hole. Since I'd already decided no one would be hearing from Brandon again after this, I had no qualms extending my explorations by sucking on a finger before reaching back and feeling up the young pig's own tight hole. He started struggling atop the desk when I shoved my finger in to the first knuckle, and full-on spasmed when I pushed further to the second knuckle, but there was nowhere for him to go. If anything, the struggles beneath my ass got me precumming inside my jock even more; it also got more sweat rolling down my crack, slicking up my hole until one of the piggy's flailings (combined with my relaxing the muscles again), pushed his snout into my asshole.\n\n\tI think that was the point where poor Brandon started to realize this might all be too much for him, but it was far too late. With a drawn-out whinny, I used my free hand to spread a cheek again and focused on bearing down on my student's face. My normally vault-tight hole slowly dilated open and crept across his face. He rocked back and forth trying to escape, which only helped my butt claim his head. The stretch burned like a great workout, and I nearly came hands-free when the ring made it around the hardest part and re-tightened around Brandon's thick neck. There was a student's whole head completely inside my musky ass, thrashing and screaming, and it felt AMAZING. I stayed like that for a moment, letting him get alllll the horse-smell he'd ever wanted while entertaining myself by fingering his tight butthole. I could feel every desperate breath he took as his snout rubbed back and forth against my prostate.\n\n\tIt was tempting to go slow, but I'd learned from consuming the TA a few years ago. The hare had passed out just as her pert breasts slid up my hole, and half the fun had gone out of the experience because of the lack of struggling. I wasn't going to make that mistake with the cute little gay piggy here. With that in mind, I used my powerful legs and glutes to raise back up into a high squat. I pulled my tanktop off and ran my hands up and down my sexy chest. If anyone else had been there, the scene probably would have made for a comical (or erotic) picture: \n\n\tA sexy equine adonis of a coach, stripped down to just his cap, whistle, and jock, squatting on his desk with his ripe butthole sealed around the neck of a squirming high school senior pig.\n\n\tBrandon had been pulled up into a seated position, and his hands ineffectually tried to push against my mighty glutes. I ignored the futile resistance and added another finger (dry) into his ass (eliciting another scream to vibrate my g-spot). Then I put my powerful arms to work by pushing up using his ass at the same time I loosened my hole again and shoved down over his shoulders.\n\n\tWith the TA, squeezing the shoulders and breasts in had been tough, but trying to force the shoulders of a full-grown male inside was far tougher. Somehow consuming this musk-hungry student with my powerful ass felt even better than the full-bodied woman had. I realized I was actually humping the air and basically masticating the kid with my hungry hole as more and more of his youthful body made its way inside my immensely more powerful one. Once the donut ring had traveled far enough that Brandon's hands had been pushed to his sides and I could no longer comfortably keep fingering him, I roughly yanked my fingers out of his butt and released my cock from its imprisonment in my jock.\n\n\tThrobbing and weeping a continuous stream of pre-cum, my 2-foot long beercan of a cock was ready to shoot at any moment. I stood up (squeezing tight so none of my ass-food slipped out due to gravity), used one hand to roll my low-hangers around in my ballsack, and felt around with the other hand until I found the teen's hooves. At this point the scene was definitely more erotic than comical, and I wished I had a photo or video to look back at later: \n\n\tThe studly coach now stood proudly on his desk. A scarily-huge cock jutted out from his waist drooling pre-cum nonstop. A high school senior was buried all the way to his little gay ass inside a much larger and sexier musclebutt, with just the prey's legs and hooves remaining in the outside world as he slid in a few inches further. The stretched ring of the hunk's asshole is squeezing with every heartbeat, basically chewing its food while ingesting it.\n\n\tI knew the pig would run out of air soon, and I was so close to orgasm, so I started a powerful, constant push on his hooves. His panic reached a fever-pitch as he must have come to terms with the fact he wasn't coming out again the same way, and I could hear his screams and cries through the walls of my muscle. I think I started shooting ropes of cum like bullets around when I got to his knees, but my brain had basically shut off by that point, so it might have been when my asshole sealed around his hooves. All I knew was that one of my students was suffocating in my bowels, spasming and flailing as I used my muscle control to squeeze his entire body with my insides, and it was so orgasmic that I actually blacked out for a bit.\n\n\tWhen my brain finished rebooting, I found myself sitting on my desk, covered in cum like a good part of my desk and one of the walls. I don't know if I'd ever cum that hard before! I immediately decided that I would not let years go by before repeating this (as I had with the TA). Screw art teachers obsessed with the Tantric Arts, this was the true path to ``enlightened ecstasy''. By now Brandon was barely struggling, but I thought I could feel him making his way through my intestines and up into my stomach. The TA had never woken up in there, but if I was lucky...\n\n\tWhile letting my body do what it would do, I set to work using my dirty clothes to wipe up all the cum I could before throwing them back in the hamper alongside what must have been my ass-food's clothing. I was exhausted and braindead after the huge orgasm or I would have figured out what to do with the clothes immediately, but for the moment I decided to leave it for tomorrow. Stripping off my jock and rubbing a hand over my expanding belly, I made my way to the showers to wash the cum and sweat out of my coat. The water was just getting to a good steamy temperature when the young pig my ass had devoured woke up inside my stomach. Even if it was probably foul, there did seem to be air for the guy to breathe in there, and I was gratified to feel his squirming start back up as I stepped under the water.\n\n\tHis ineffectual punches and kicks from within my steel gut felt like a pleasurable massage as the pounding water relaxed me further. Even though I could no longer make out my normal 6-pack through the Brandon-sized bulge in my stomach, I found I didn't mind. My foul mood from earlier had been completely replaced with a tranquil satisfaction. I think I enjoyed that shower for 20 minutes, periodically replacing Brandon's air so the struggles would keep going. I couldn't make out any distinct words over the gurgling of my digestion kicking into action and the noise of the shower, but I imagined he was probably squealing for help. Not that anyone else would ever hear him again. \n\n\tBefore long, my massive cock was ready for a second round, and I decided I had time for one more orgasm at the jock-sniffer's expense before heading home. I let out a massive belch, stealing away what nasty air the kid had left, and leant against the shower wall and stroked to the feeling of his final struggles inside my belly. With less air to provide space, my gut contracted to where I could actually make out some clear outlines of his last attempts at escape. Over here was a hand pressing out on one side, over there was a spasming leg, and that was a screaming face pushing out my belly button. I shot my second load just as Brandon's struggles began tapering off with asphyxiation. My slightly smaller load circled the shower drain and disappeared right around the same time the 18-year-old expired, soon to be broken down into fuel for my muscles. I made a mental note to double my workouts this week to make sure I put his ``donation'' to good use.\n\n\tOnce I'd gotten dressed in some clean clothes, I grabbed the keys from my desk and made my way out of the gymnasium and into the school building proper. It was after 5 by this point, and even the janitors had finished up. The halls were silent and empty. As I was about to pass by Mr. Campos's music room, I actually heard my name faintly being bleated out from inside. Curious but with a strong prediction of what I'd see, I peeked through the door pane with my phone recording the same view. Andres was lying on his back atop a piano bench, hooves towards the door, in much the same position I'd been when I'd come down from the earthshattering orgasm. His pants were around his hooves, an average-sized cock stroked with one hand while the other hand had 3 fingers up an invitingly plump ass; eyes closed as he moaned to himself ``Fuck me, Frank! Ooooo fuck me harder Coach! Fuck yeah you stud! Shoot that daddy-stallion load up my ass and breed me! Fraaaaaaaaaaank!!!'' A couple shots of cum made it up to the music teacher's button-down shirt as he gave a strangled bleat.\n\n\tI quietly chuckled to myself as I ended the recording and made my way out to my truck. Yes, I would definitely be finding some one-on-one time with Andres soon... or one of his students...\n\n",
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Coach Frank Deals with a Jock-Sniffer
\tI got all the way to my truck before I realized I'd left my keys back in the office. The annoyance caused me to scowl fiercely enough to startle some passing schoolgirls as they hurried past me to board the bus home. A 37-year-old, 6'3'' muscular horse with a mean mug can do that. I took my normal long strides on the way back to the school building, unconsciously twitching my tail and snorting in agitation. I'd been in a rush to get home to prep and primp for a date that evening, and hadn't bothered to use the gym's shower or to change out of my normal workwear (a black tanktop, blue baseball cap, and tiny athletic shorts that showed off my powerful thighs). Honestly, my snowy-white coat was probably pretty ripe; I didn't shower yesterday either, come to think of it.
\tRe-entering the doors of Eastview High School, I made my way towards the gymnasium. I passed Mr. Campos in the hall, and felt my mood improve slightly after noticing the diminutive music teacher shamelessly ogling my hefty basket as it went by practically beneath his nose. At less than 5 feet tall, Andres Campos really was practically blowjob-height. It was only his second year as a teacher, and the fresh faced 20-something ram was actually kind of cute with his fluffy black wool. The little sheep gave a faint gasp before blushing and hurrying back into the music room. I'm mostly straight, but I definitely thought to myself that it might be fun to corner Campos someday soon and see what it led to...
\tAs I entered the school's well-funded gymnasium, my eyes immediately went to the large digital clock part of the scoreboard on the opposite wall. It was already 4:10 PM, and my date was at 6. Accounting for normal drive time home in addition to the school pickup traffic I'd no longer get to avoid, plus the resulting rush-hour traffic I'd now hit both ways going home and heading to the restaurant... there was no way I'd make the already optimistically-early dinner reservation. My mood darkened further at the realization.
\tEntering the boys' locker-room, my hand reached down the waistbands of my shorts and jockstrap to scratch at my heavy nuts. They were full of virile spunk I needed to unload tonight, and as I rolled one apple-sized ball around in my hand, they definitely felt bigger than normal. After passing the empty showers (visible through one of my office windows so I could keep an eye out for any roughhousing), I heard what sounded like an inquisitive bloodhound sniffing for a trail; at the same time, I saw my office door (``Coach Frank Acosta'' in gold lettering on the frosted door pane) was ajar. With no patience left for student shenanigans, I slammed the door open and bellowed out ``WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON IN HERE!?''
\tThe image of a short, shocked teenaged pig sitting naked on the office floor, jockstrap covering mouth and nose, hard dick in hand might have been comical if it wasn't my jock (stolen from the laundry hamper I kept next to my desk), in my office (with the rest of the laundry messily scattered around it), while running late for my date (which might mean I wouldn't get to blast out my load)! It wasn't the first time one of the high-school kids developed a crush on me; I was definitely the most masculine authority figure in a school with a majority of female teachers. Each year there were a few girls (and a boy or two) who would get that starstruck look and try to stay as close to me as possible during gym class, or offer to help after school. For the most part I behaved myself. Times had changed since I started teaching and coaching; anything that could be perceived as inappropriate could mean looking for a new job.
\tThat thought had me shaking my black mane and breathing out slowly as the gravity of the situation really set in. There was a naked student in my office with me after hours. All I needed was another teacher or custodian to walk in and misunderstand, and I'd be absolutely finished. The teen (Brandon? Brendan? It was still early in the year and I hadn't learned all the names yet for Senior gym class) was petrified enough that he still hadn't moved or spoken, just staring wide-eyed at me as I sighed and shut my office door, taking care to flip the lock and lower the blinds over the door pane. I turned back to him, much calmer (at least outwardly).
\t``Ok kid, I'm sorry for shouting at you. But I think you know damn well you aren't supposed to be in here or going through my stuff, and I want you to explain yourself.'' I said this while sinking into my ergonomic office chair and kicking my hooves up. My phone buzzed in my pocket as the senior (an 18-year-old if I remembered right) started lowering the jock off his face. It looked like one of the ones I wore for a week before washing, which would have made it extra ripe. Just as he started to speak, I held up a finger indicating for him to wait as I answered the call without looking at the phone, still staring at the student and trying to guess if I'd coached any of his older siblings.
\t``This is Frank.'' ``Hey handsome, it's Julia! I hope I caught you before you left work! I'm going to need a raincheck for our date tonight! Probably for a while! I got accepted into that yoga seminar I was telling you about! Three months in the mountains! It's going to be amazing! Let Principal Paulson know for me!? Thanks a million! Kisses! Bye!'' All in all, the call probably lasted less than ten seconds before the school's perky art teacher hung up without even waiting for a response from me. I'd known the gazelle was flighty, but was willing to look past that in favor of her more... physical assets. Now I'd be blue-balling my way through the week unless I took matters into my own hands, something that felt like losing. I hate losing.
\t``...the smell...'' The kid had seen me lower the phone and had finally gotten the courage to answer my earlier question. I hadn't even noticed my hand not holding the cell phone had crept down my jock again to fondle my poor, unfulfilled cum-makers and was surprised when I felt them twitch at the response. ``What smell?'' I wanted clarification, even as some dirty thoughts started percolating up from my nuts to my brain. ``I... I wanted to... to know if your junk, uh... smells as good as... my step-dad's...'' My monster started swelling at the possibilities unexpectedly arising. It was definitely a bad idea, but sometimes horniness put off too long rebounds in unexpected ways.
\tI slowly withdrew my hand from my jock where it'd been soaking up the smells of my musk and held two fingers towards the young adult. I was curious how bold he'd be. The lad trembled in place for a moment before rushing around the desk to get a good whiff of my ball-stink. His 6-incher jumped as he kept taking deep inhales. Despite a bit of pot-belly, the pig was on the smaller side, so I was easily able to lift him up and set his naked butt onto my lap. I had him facing away from me, my fingers still in front of his entranced face. ``You like that, uh... Brandon?'' I must have gotten his name right, as he merely nodded and kept huffing the way a pig does. My equine cock was hardening in my jock, something he must have been able to feel through the thin layers of my athletic shorts. I replenished the smells by reaching my hand back down and rubbing it all over my balls (and taint this time) before returning it to his nose. Brandon practically vibrated in my lap as he breathed in the headier musk. My other hand was slowly running up and down his naked body while I did some mental gymnastics to try and figure out what I wanted to do here, and how to get away with it....
\tWell, if the pig wanted to really smell me... I could get behind that. I effortlessly lifted the naked senior off my lap and laid him on his back atop my desk, with his head and snout hanging just off one edge. ``So you want to see if my junk smells as good as your step-dad's? Well let's have you check at the source!'' I yanked my tiny athletic shorts off, revealing the jock I'd been wearing the last few days without showering (despite coaching multiple gym classes per day). I know I cut an impressive figure: powerful legs, skull-crusher thighs, and a muscular body that showed the results of decades of consistent exercise. Still, I could feel my ego (and cock) swell at the way the mouth of the upside-down young pig hung open in awe. And like the saying goes, an open door (or mouth) is an invitation.
\tI approached the teen and found the height of his head to be just right to thrust my full jock into his face. The cloth-covered head of my cock pushed into his mouth a bit while his snout got the full business of the scent-soaked underwear. His hand immediately went to play with his smaller cock while I felt him rubbing his head all over the jock and snorting rapidly. ``How's that musky jock kiddo? Even better fresh than that one in the laundry, right?'' I heard an emphatic if muffled *Mmhmm!*
\tI ground my covered crotch into his head even harder; I was starting to get worked up at the raunchiness of the situation. Most males evoke little sexual interest from me, but finding this eager 18-year-old so into my musky smells (and wanting to compare it to his STEP-FATHER'S junk!?) when I'd already been riled and pent up for a now-cancelled date... Yeah, I could definitely make use of the gay piggy to get my rocks off, as long as I covered my tracks afterwards. I wasn't going to take the chance of anything that happened in my office today making it out.
\tI raised up a bit so it was my taint covering his nose while I ran my hands over his pink chest, experimentally giving his dick a few tugs. Just like that he was cumming and shooting a decent-sized load all over his chest and my hand. I guess it was the combo of the more powerful smells plus his hot gym teacher jacking his Johnson. I chuckled at how quickly it'd happened, and openly laughed when he immediately went back to sniffing as much horse-smell as possible, now adding his tongue for enthusiastic licks up and down my taint. I moaned at the new sensation. There were some things most women just wouldn't do, complaining of smells and ``nastiness'', but Brandon here seemed all about it.
\tMy sweaty jock was barely containing my now massive cock, but that wasn't the focus right now. I'd only been rimmed once before, as the rimmer (a hot, busty young teacher's aide who'd tried to blackmail me) hadn't been around to repeat the servicing after that first time. I was eager to feel that huffing snout and tongue on my ripe asshole. Moving my hands up to the teenager's chest, I pushed him into the middle of the desk before hopping atop the sturdy wooden thing. I used a well-practiced squatter's form as I swished my tail and slowly lowered my ass down to hover right above the high-schooler's face. He immediately smashed his snout directly into my sweaty donut and took the biggest inhale I'd heard from him yet. His arms actually circled my waist and attempted to pull me down closer to him, but I maintained my position for the moment. I wanted him to work for it.
\tI fought the urge to pull my cock out and stroke it, wanting the experience to last and wanting my climax to be at the height of ecstasy. Brandon's busy tongue suddenly darted out and gave a long lick up and down my entire crack, and any doubt's I'd had about how I wanted this to conclude vanished. The jock-sniffer wasn't leaving here without getting all the ass-musk he could take, and then some more. I slowly dropped my center of gravity backwards until I was actually sitting on the 18-year-old's face. I wasn't smothering him yet, but I did reach back and spread my cheeks so that his face was between them before letting go.
\tThe pigboy was in heaven. I felt him kick into high gear with the rapid snorting and frenzied licks of my ripe hole, making me moan even louder. Every stroke of his tongue got my nuts churning. FUCK, this felt amazing! I needed to feel him even deeper. I sat my entire weight down around his head and mentally relaxed my hole. The only thing that happened at first was another body-shaking orgasm from Brandon before he went back to work rimming and snorting at my still-tight donut-hole. Since I'd already decided no one would be hearing from Brandon again after this, I had no qualms extending my explorations by sucking on a finger before reaching back and feeling up the young pig's own tight hole. He started struggling atop the desk when I shoved my finger in to the first knuckle, and full-on spasmed when I pushed further to the second knuckle, but there was nowhere for him to go. If anything, the struggles beneath my ass got me precumming inside my jock even more; it also got more sweat rolling down my crack, slicking up my hole until one of the piggy's flailings (combined with my relaxing the muscles again), pushed his snout into my asshole.
\tI think that was the point where poor Brandon started to realize this might all be too much for him, but it was far too late. With a drawn-out whinny, I used my free hand to spread a cheek again and focused on bearing down on my student's face. My normally vault-tight hole slowly dilated open and crept across his face. He rocked back and forth trying to escape, which only helped my butt claim his head. The stretch burned like a great workout, and I nearly came hands-free when the ring made it around the hardest part and re-tightened around Brandon's thick neck. There was a student's whole head completely inside my musky ass, thrashing and screaming, and it felt AMAZING. I stayed like that for a moment, letting him get alllll the horse-smell he'd ever wanted while entertaining myself by fingering his tight butthole. I could feel every desperate breath he took as his snout rubbed back and forth against my prostate.
\tIt was tempting to go slow, but I'd learned from consuming the TA a few years ago. The hare had passed out just as her pert breasts slid up my hole, and half the fun had gone out of the experience because of the lack of struggling. I wasn't going to make that mistake with the cute little gay piggy here. With that in mind, I used my powerful legs and glutes to raise back up into a high squat. I pulled my tanktop off and ran my hands up and down my sexy chest. If anyone else had been there, the scene probably would have made for a comical (or erotic) picture:
\tA sexy equine adonis of a coach, stripped down to just his cap, whistle, and jock, squatting on his desk with his ripe butthole sealed around the neck of a squirming high school senior pig.
\tBrandon had been pulled up into a seated position, and his hands ineffectually tried to push against my mighty glutes. I ignored the futile resistance and added another finger (dry) into his ass (eliciting another scream to vibrate my g-spot). Then I put my powerful arms to work by pushing up using his ass at the same time I loosened my hole again and shoved down over his shoulders.
\tWith the TA, squeezing the shoulders and breasts in had been tough, but trying to force the shoulders of a full-grown male inside was far tougher. Somehow consuming this musk-hungry student with my powerful ass felt even better than the full-bodied woman had. I realized I was actually humping the air and basically masticating the kid with my hungry hole as more and more of his youthful body made its way inside my immensely more powerful one. Once the donut ring had traveled far enough that Brandon's hands had been pushed to his sides and I could no longer comfortably keep fingering him, I roughly yanked my fingers out of his butt and released my cock from its imprisonment in my jock.
\tThrobbing and weeping a continuous stream of pre-cum, my 2-foot long beercan of a cock was ready to shoot at any moment. I stood up (squeezing tight so none of my ass-food slipped out due to gravity), used one hand to roll my low-hangers around in my ballsack, and felt around with the other hand until I found the teen's hooves. At this point the scene was definitely more erotic than comical, and I wished I had a photo or video to look back at later:
\tThe studly coach now stood proudly on his desk. A scarily-huge cock jutted out from his waist drooling pre-cum nonstop. A high school senior was buried all the way to his little gay ass inside a much larger and sexier musclebutt, with just the prey's legs and hooves remaining in the outside world as he slid in a few inches further. The stretched ring of the hunk's asshole is squeezing with every heartbeat, basically chewing its food while ingesting it.
\tI knew the pig would run out of air soon, and I was so close to orgasm, so I started a powerful, constant push on his hooves. His panic reached a fever-pitch as he must have come to terms with the fact he wasn't coming out again the same way, and I could hear his screams and cries through the walls of my muscle. I think I started shooting ropes of cum like bullets around when I got to his knees, but my brain had basically shut off by that point, so it might have been when my asshole sealed around his hooves. All I knew was that one of my students was suffocating in my bowels, spasming and flailing as I used my muscle control to squeeze his entire body with my insides, and it was so orgasmic that I actually blacked out for a bit.
\tWhen my brain finished rebooting, I found myself sitting on my desk, covered in cum like a good part of my desk and one of the walls. I don't know if I'd ever cum that hard before! I immediately decided that I would not let years go by before repeating this (as I had with the TA). Screw art teachers obsessed with the Tantric Arts, this was the true path to ``enlightened ecstasy''. By now Brandon was barely struggling, but I thought I could feel him making his way through my intestines and up into my stomach. The TA had never woken up in there, but if I was lucky...
\tWhile letting my body do what it would do, I set to work using my dirty clothes to wipe up all the cum I could before throwing them back in the hamper alongside what must have been my ass-food's clothing. I was exhausted and braindead after the huge orgasm or I would have figured out what to do with the clothes immediately, but for the moment I decided to leave it for tomorrow. Stripping off my jock and rubbing a hand over my expanding belly, I made my way to the showers to wash the cum and sweat out of my coat. The water was just getting to a good steamy temperature when the young pig my ass had devoured woke up inside my stomach. Even if it was probably foul, there did seem to be air for the guy to breathe in there, and I was gratified to feel his squirming start back up as I stepped under the water.
\tHis ineffectual punches and kicks from within my steel gut felt like a pleasurable massage as the pounding water relaxed me further. Even though I could no longer make out my normal 6-pack through the Brandon-sized bulge in my stomach, I found I didn't mind. My foul mood from earlier had been completely replaced with a tranquil satisfaction. I think I enjoyed that shower for 20 minutes, periodically replacing Brandon's air so the struggles would keep going. I couldn't make out any distinct words over the gurgling of my digestion kicking into action and the noise of the shower, but I imagined he was probably squealing for help. Not that anyone else would ever hear him again.
\tBefore long, my massive cock was ready for a second round, and I decided I had time for one more orgasm at the jock-sniffer's expense before heading home. I let out a massive belch, stealing away what nasty air the kid had left, and leant against the shower wall and stroked to the feeling of his final struggles inside my belly. With less air to provide space, my gut contracted to where I could actually make out some clear outlines of his last attempts at escape. Over here was a hand pressing out on one side, over there was a spasming leg, and that was a screaming face pushing out my belly button. I shot my second load just as Brandon's struggles began tapering off with asphyxiation. My slightly smaller load circled the shower drain and disappeared right around the same time the 18-year-old expired, soon to be broken down into fuel for my muscles. I made a mental note to double my workouts this week to make sure I put his ``donation'' to good use.
\tOnce I'd gotten dressed in some clean clothes, I grabbed the keys from my desk and made my way out of the gymnasium and into the school building proper. It was after 5 by this point, and even the janitors had finished up. The halls were silent and empty. As I was about to pass by Mr. Campos's music room, I actually heard my name faintly being bleated out from inside. Curious but with a strong prediction of what I'd see, I peeked through the door pane with my phone recording the same view. Andres was lying on his back atop a piano bench, hooves towards the door, in much the same position I'd been when I'd come down from the earthshattering orgasm. His pants were around his hooves, an average-sized cock stroked with one hand while the other hand had 3 fingers up an invitingly plump ass; eyes closed as he moaned to himself ``Fuck me, Frank! Ooooo fuck me harder Coach! Fuck yeah you stud! Shoot that daddy-stallion load up my ass and breed me! Fraaaaaaaaaaank!!!'' A couple shots of cum made it up to the music teacher's button-down shirt as he gave a strangled bleat.
\tI quietly chuckled to myself as I ended the recording and made my way out to my truck. Yes, I would definitely be finding some one-on-one time with Andres soon... or one of his students...