“Bending the Rules” by Linkin_Monroe
Coach Collin was shocked when the running back from the football team entered his office, closed the door with a resounding click as he flicked the lock. The canine was only partially dressed after the grueling afternoon of practice and should have been with his teammates in the showers.
“O’Rourke?” Collin inquired quizzically, standing up from his desk as the doberman brought down the screen over the door and then watched the canine pull those tight spandex pants down past his ass.
“Coach… I’ve heard things about you and your ‘team building’ exercises,” Lance said in his most seductive tone he could muster, stepping out of his sweat drenched pants that had clung to his thighs and approached his coach, the handsome puma stared at the naked canine in front of him, save for his jockstrap that bulged with a hunk of meat that Collin had seen on occasion in the locker room. The puma had received complaints by other guys that dog had goosed them or when the playful slap on the ass, his paw would linger and squeeze just for a moment longer. Collin had intended to call him into his office to speak to him, but the doberman had beat him to it.
“You’re a fine player on the field, O’Rourke,” Coach Collin complimented, realizing that may just inflate the already smug dog’s ego. “You don’t need any extra…practice.” He paused as he watched the musky jock bulge, the smell of the canine’s arousal was overpowering his air freshener he had plugged into the wall.
The doberman smiled his best shit eating grin and rubbed his bulge idly and looked down at his coach’s shorts, noticing the growing tent and looked Collin in the eye. “I’m not interested in more training off the field, Coach,” he said haughtily. “No one can catch my ass when I’m given the handoff. No one catches me, unless I let them.” That tone in the Doberman’s voice sent a shiver down Collin’s back and a throb in his shorts.
The doberman leaned over on the desk, his short stumpy nub of a tail wagged over those two gorgeous mounds of an ass. He rested his chin on his paw pads and looked at the coach, who’s eyes were glued to his waggling rump.
“Want it Coach?”
Coach Collin swallowed and let saliva wet his drying throat. He’d never partook in his boy’s asses. He had always been on the receiving end for them. He growled and snapped at the canine. “It’s against school’s rules to engage in sexual acts with students, especially ones that shouldn’t be walking funny on the field!”
Lance clicked his tongue in disappointment and straightened up, turning and swaying his hips to the side. “Could just hotdog me, blow your load over my ass and back… no penetrating that way. Therefore, no one is breaking rules and you get what you want.”
Somehow, the dumb jock had a point. Maybe he was more clever than his grades showed, and his cock throbbed all the harder. Coach Collin knew the dog had tossed the reel, and he’d taken the bait. He growled and stood up, his tent throbbing painfully in those tight shorts. “Bend over pup.”
“Fuck yeah..” the doberman grinned widely and bent over his desk as Coach Collin dropped his shorts and grabbed the small bottle lube from his desk.
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