That One Night after the Game
That one Night after the Game
By Roofles
It was late by the time the three got home. Andy's dad drove them after the game, dropping the other guys from the team off on the way. Hooting and howling as they continued to cheer and congratulating one another on an amazing comeback after half time.
"Just that hail Mary at the end!" Mike tossed his arms up, mimicking catching the ball again. The dingo was giggling a bit, his ears flushing a bright red inside from all the excitement. "I just jumped for it. Never thought I'd actually catch it!" And he grinned guilt and proud of his achievement.
"Saw that man, was fucking awesome." Andy agreed. The tan kangaroo gave his friend a noogie before letting him go with a laugh.
"Hey, watch it back there." Roy, Andy's dad, chuckled as he warned his son about his language again. Not that he really cared. It just seemed like the appropriate thing to do as a father. He had been shouting at the end himself during that last play. The large kangaroo pissing off several other parents in the stands.
The team did well when they were on the offensive.
"We going to get that victory beer you promised us, huh?" Mike asked, the dingo grinning in the backseat up at the older tan kangaroo. His tail wagged as Roy looked in the rear view mirror at the muscular dog. Even as a wide receiver, the dingo had some weight to him.
"We'll see." Roy laughed, rolling his eyes, and focusing back on the road. It was late and the older kangaroo had a few glasses of beer at the pizza parlor they went too after the game. Roy rather not risk being pulled over right now, let alone with the kids in the back with alcohol.
The two high schoolers in the back exchanged looks and then shook their head with a laugh. Roy would joke about buying them a victory six pack if they made such a comeback. They all knew it was just that, playful joking. Andy had told Mike that his dad liked to bet on some of the games with the other dads; a friendly competition that had gotten a bit out of control. More for boasting rights than money these days. Mike's dad had bet on the other team, again.
"Can't believe Rudy would bet on the other team!" Roy grumbled a bit, shaking his head as he unlocked the door for his kid and his friend. The dingo gave him another smile and thanks and hurried in after Andy. Roy just chuckled, shaking his head and thinking nothing about it as he watched the two run upstairs towards Andy's room. The dingo was always such a friendly kid to the older kangaroo.
Roy cold only afford a duplex house after the divorce. He didn't care much, just glad to have gotten full custody of his kid. The older kangaroo just waved it off, kicking off his boots and tossing his jacket onto the side chair after a long night he needed to kick back in his chair. It had rained half way into the game but stopped by the third quarter and his fur smelled a bit because of it. Roy just got a beer from the fridge and headed for his chair, letting his pants fall off before he got in.
It was nice just to have guys in the house. No prudes about such things.
Andy dropped his football gear behind the door as he did after every practice and stripped off his sweaty shirt and dropped it onto the pile with the rest. It stunk up his small room a bit. Mike followed suit, watching his friend from the corner of his eye; the dingo's far more sensitive nose twitching at the smell.
Andy was beginning to resemble his dad. There'd be another large, muscular tan kangaroo in the house before too long. Mike and Andy worked out several times a week and it was showing as the kangaroo stretched out, flexing and kissing his throwing arm that had made that pass. The kangaroo gave his armpit a sniff and pulled away.
"Whoa dude, I'm rank." Andy laughed, looking over his shoulder at him. The rain had made the night rather humid when it finally stopped and the two were still damp from the game.
"I was sweating balls by the end of it." The dingo replied with a laugh, blushing again as his friend turned around to face him. Showing off his whole bare, sweaty chest. The tan fur was sticking to Andy's body, outlining his muscular torso and serving as some nice eye candy for the teenage dingo. Those tight football pants left little to the imagination too; since Andy had taken out his cup in the car. Eye candy, indeed.
"Haha, yeah." Andy just turned away, sitting on his bed as he pulled his pants off. "I hate these things." The kangaroo grumbled, having to move his tail out of the way. "These are not made for every species." He added looking at the tag. It read species friendly with the logo of a popular brand that made cloths for all species.
"With a tail like that." Mike just teased moving over and taking a seat on the bed with him. He decided it was best to keep his pants on. Watching his friend strip tease like this always got him going; though he made sure to keep that to himself. Mike wasn't even sure why it did, Andy wasn't just popular with all the girls in school in seemed.
"Yeah but that's not the tail the ladies chase." Andy lewdly gave him a nudge. The kangaroo loved to bring up his tail just to spin it around and talk about something else. This had to be the fifth time he had done it today alone.
"Yup. The ladies. All over you I bet, hah. Hah." Mike just played along, not about to say anything else about it.
"After that play tonight you'll be getting some before you know it!" Andy encouraged his friend as he gripped his shoulder. It turned into a strong squeezing hug the next second, the kangaroo always being overly friendly with the shy dingo. It only mad the swelling issue in the dingo's pants worse as he smiled meekly at the musky practically naked kangaroo, that damp thin brown fur chest pressing right against his face; the kangaroo just naturally being taller than him. Andy only had on a jockstrap at this point and Mike was trying to think of anything, anything other than what was rubbing against his thigh. He was sure it was just the kangaroo's tail...
"What game?" Andy just asked a few agonizingly long moments later, letting the dingo go finally. Mike would've just been happy sleeping like that. Andy rested back on the bed, bening down to take off his long socks and letting them fall wherever they may onto the floor with the others. Andy really needed to do laundry. The kangaroo stretched his legs, resting back, and spread his toes letting them breath finally. "So, fuckin' tired." Andy groaned covering his face and just opening his legs a bit. It was his room after all. And the kangaroo did love to man-spread whenever he got the chance. Being as tall as he was with those long, muscular legs Mike couldn't blame him.
"It's already like midnight." Mike chipped in, pulling out his phone and looking at it. The idea of taking a picture of his half naked friend came to mind and he quickly shook such thoughts out. He wasn't sure why his mind kept falling into the gutter when he was around this kangaroo. Dismissing one thought after another. It didn't mean he couldn't enjoy peaking on the open kangaroo and there was always that one time they ended up showering together after a game...
"Shit." Andy laughed though. "It's only midnight and I'm just about too," and the kangaroo yawned sitting back up and shaking his head. "About to just crash."
"Want me to grab you a soda?" Mike offered, looking away from his friend and crossing his legs a bit. The kangaroo was sitting right next to him again, the dingo could feel that powerful thigh bumping against his own.
"Nah, shit man. Just." Andy covered another yawn up another yawn, stretching one arm behind Mike's head. The dingo could actually turn his muzzle and bump his nose right against the kangaroo now if he wanted too. "We got all tomorrow to hang out. Right?" He asked, a bit groggy as he looked at his best friend with half closed eyes.
"Totally." Mike just agreed with that meek smile, the inside of his ears flushing brightly once more.
"Cool." Andy just nodded, scooting back a bit and moving one of his legs around the dingo and up onto his bed, laying back. "You can sleep, wherevs." The kangaroo waved around them as he moved his other leg around the dingo and turned onto his side to face the wall in the tiny room. Andy had no concept of modesty and usually that was a good thing, like this however the kangaroo expected the dingo to sleep right there on the bed with him.
"Sure dude." Mike swallowed loudly, trying not to stare at his friend as he scooted over a bit and laid on the edge of the bed. It wasn't the first time they had shared a bed and Mike both loved and hated it as he took his shirt off as well and rested onto his back. The dingo was trying to think about anything else other than the larger male laying next to him; the smell of the room alone reminded him of his dear friend. Of the nights the two had spent in here together, of the kangaroo's sweaty football uniform, the dingo could even smell the last time Andy had a fap session.
Being a canine sucked...
He could feel the warm body of Andy shifting behind him, the strong smell of the kangaroo clung to the sheets and Mike didn't dare close his eyes and let his mind wander as Andy backed his rear right against the dingo's side. Mike just rolled onto his back trying to focus on anything else. Mike didn't want to make his best friend suspicious about these feelings. Afraid, maybe, that Andy would stop being his friend if he even tried to talk about it and figure out what was going on.
Andy was a great guy. Carefree, laid back, arrogant and full of himself. The kangaroo just loved showing off their hard work in the gym and didn't know what personal space was about. Andy would just come up behind the dingo and give him long almost sensual shoulder rubs after the gym or practice, talking with him casual about chicks or the game as he did so.
Mike knew it was just mix signals the kangaroo was giving him but he couldn't convince his body of that as the kangaroo turned onto his back and laid one of those long, strong legs over the dingo's chest. Mike held his breath as he averted his eyes from the kangaroo's exposed groin and just tried to think of things that appalled him. Or of homework. Anything but the kangaroo snoring next to him.
Mike could just rub down Andy's inner thigh and just... He shook his head again, facing toward the other wall and just trying to wait it out. Andy foot was right against his muzzle and the blushing dingo bumped it with his nose unable to resist.
It had to have been a half hour later, maybe an hour before the dingo dared move. He eased the heavy leg off his chest and forced his greedy fingers to let go; quickly heading out of the room, snagging one of Andy's socks before he went. That way he could just hide the evidence in the bathroom laundry and Andy's dad would think it was his son who had done it. It wouldn't be the first time the dingo had to take care of himself like this.
Mike slipped out of the bedroom and down the hallway before stopping, one of his ears perking up at the sound of the tv in the living room. He peaked over the side railing and could only make out Roy's jacket on the side chair.
The dingo really didn't want to have Roy walk in on him again and decided it was best to make sure, like Andy, the older Kangaroo was sound asleep. The two snored up a storm and slept like a pair of rocks. Big hairy, musky rocks.
Mike shook his head against these thoughts, biting his lower lip as he took each step down the stairs with painstaking care. Each creaking step made him wince afraid he'd wake one of the two up. Mike really didn't want to have to go through that again. Roy stumbling in on him when his pants were down and both hands between his legs. The worse part was he had to finish thinking of the older kangaroo that night unable to get him out of his mind and needing that sweet release before sneaking back into Andy's room.
The dingo was grinning a bit at the thought, the inside of his large ears turning a bright red as he tried not to enjoy the memory of it so much. Roy did resemble his son a lot; or rather Andy resembled his dad. The older male was a reliable guy that was raising his only son on his own. Someone you could always count on. Roy came to every one of their games and even assisted coaching when their coach had to leave during an emergency.
Whereas Mike's dad had bet on the other team...
That and the older kangaroo was far laxer than his own parents were. It took him a month just to convince them to let Andy come over. Let alone visiting the kangaroo's place. Not that they had an issue with Andy. They just had an issue with everything and everyone that wasn't exactly like they were. They saw Roy as a bad example, being a single father as if it had been the older kangaroo's choice on the matter.
Mike spied the half-drunk can of beer resting on the side table as he came into the living room. The dim light of the tv illuminated the room. Some old reruns of nick at night were playing on the screen. Mike could see Roy in his chair. The legs of which didn't raise up and the older male had to use a foot rest for his long tan fur legs and even larger paws. Roy was snoring loudly with his shirt pulled up, showing off his belly.
The older kangaroo looked a lot like his son save for the extra pounds the years had put on the working stiff. He also was hairier. His belly covered in that coarse darker brown hair poking through his fur. It matched his legs and arms and beard. Roy liked to keep his beard lightly trimmed no more than a chinstrap beard. Mike could only think it was to make Roy look younger than he was.
Middle-age was going to suck, Mike could already tell. At least they were happy.
Mike smirked a bit, seeing that he indeed was asleep like he thought. Like father like son, the dingo guessed as he crept over to grab the half empty can of beer. It was slightly warm but the canine could care less as he drained it. It tasted foul and yet he emptied the whole thing into his muzzle and hungrily drank it down as if he had been dying of thirst. Mike put it back where he got it and knew Roy would just think he drunk it himself. Hadn't been the first time he or Andy had drunk left over beer. Or whole cans; they were good kids, with good grades and no records. Roy didn't mind but where the fun in just asking?
The dingo wiped his muzzle and took a step away when the older kangaroo mumbled in his sleep. The dingo stopped in his tracks, a shiver running up his back at the sound. Roy scratched his large gut and turned his head to the other side before snoring lightly again. The older kangaroo was outlined in the dim glow of the TV screen.
Mike blushed a bit as he looked at him, at first only to make sure he hadn't woken up. And now to check him out. Roy didn't seem to care about pants either and was in a loose pair of boxer briefs. He had a light sleeveless t-shirt on and nothing else. Mike wished he brought his phone with him now.
The dingo swallowed nervously taking a step closer to get a better look.
Those strong legs flexed a bit as Roy stretched in his sleep, the dingo freezing in place as he did so. The kangaroo lifted both arms over his head and curled his large paws in on themselves before relaxing back and letting out a heavy, groaning sigh. His toes curled tightly and released with it, splaying out. It had been a long day for them all it seemed.
Mike closed his eyes tightly and held his breath thinking about it before just throwing out all reason and giving into his raging hormones.
The dingo moved down onto his knees and crawled over a bit on all fours, not blocking the TV before sitting back up right in front of those large paws. Mike nosed a bit forward, stopping as Roy shifted once more in his chair. The dingo took a sharp breath at that and instantly regretted it, breathing in their heavy musk of them. They had a strong earthy scent to them.
Mike shuddered, shivering as his keen canine nose picked up Roy's powerful scent even as he exhaled warmly over the source of it. Roy shifted at that. Mike didn't stop this time as he took hold of one of his best friend's dad's paws and pressed his cold bumpy nose against the largest pad on one of Roy's hind paws. It pulled back a bit but the dingo held on as he closed his eyes. Mike savored the feel of it, the scent. Then it pushed against his face, smothering him in that warm musk. The sole of Roy's foot was warm as it pressed down over his muzzle, rubbing down at him as Roy stretched out once more.
Mike had never done anything like this before. He had "accidentally" done it once with Andy. These paws were far better. Larger for starts. Smooth, yet slightly rough liked worked leather. They were warm to the touch and tasted of the earth and of Roy. Mike soon found this out unable to resist any longer as he licked it.
That large paw curled over his face, Roy's toes squeezing the dingo's bumpy black nose and around his snout trying to feel out what it was that was teasing them so. Mike just took a slow breath of it as it released his muzzle and the dingo slipped his tongue between two of them before they got too far.
Roy groaned a bit at that, spreading his toes wide and gripping them once more forming grooves in his dark gray paw pads. The older kangaroo turned his paw slightly to the side in his sleep, letting the dingo just nuzzle his face against it now. Against the formed grooves of the paw pad. Roy didn't seem to mind that Mike pulled his other paw in to rub it on the other side of his face. The dingo used his snout to rub these massive paws for the older male.
Mike was rubbing himself at this point, slipping his swollen sheath out of the top of his pants, letting his creamy white furry balls hang loose and free with it. The tip of his pink dog hood was already showing as he pulled back a bit to inspect what he had to work with.
The dingo hadn't done something like THIS before. He rubbed himself, used a sock, jerked off through his pajamas and even tried to give himself head once. Like any high school senior guy, he rubbed himself on nearly everything. And that was why Mike was taking his pants off...
Mike made sure Roy was in one of his deep, drunk sleeps before stepping up and over the foot rest and taking a seat on it; pressing his groin against the kangaroo's massive paw the next second. The room was cold but he found warmth in these paws. The dingo took another slow breath, watching the kangaroo slumber blissfully unaware. Mike licked over his muzzle as he rubbed Roy's toes with both hands; having to use both just for one paw. The older male seemed to be enjoying that. Enjoying this. Roy didn't seem to mind one bit that his paw had become Mike's masturbator.
Mike scooted a bit closer, letting the kangaroo pushing him with that large paw between his legs. The whole thing covered his sack all the way up over his sheath and then some, Roy's toes resting against the dingo's stomach. Mike liked the rough feel of Roy's paw. It was better than his own hand for sure. His slickening member ran up between those strong toes and Mike arced his back holding his breath, holding this paw against him and trying not to finish right here and now as Roy pushed against him once more with that powerful leg. Those toes squeezing the dingo's shaft for him and the smaller male could only shudder; unable to even pull free of those strong digits if he wanted too. Helpless to Roy's paw.
The dingo was glad he was a silent fapper. He felt it all inside and didn't need to groan or moan, shout or howl like some of the other guys did in the locker room. He was even more thankful for it now than ever as he humped Roy's paw faster, stroking his dripping member up between both of them and then back between the first one's toes. Roy would give his head a tight squeeze before letting it go each time he did this.
Roy's heel was teasing his tightening sack, his paw was working his rigid shaft and the dingo pressed his whole groin against it and spilling himself out over Roy's paw. Sticky, musky canine spooged ran between Roy's toes as the canine lifted the paw up quickly after to his muzzle to lick it clean. Lick up the heel, over each paw pad and between them to fully clean it now for the older kangaroo. To cover up the evidence. Mike didn't need too but did anyways, sucking on each one of Roy's toes at the end for his efforts.
It was around this point that Roy was rubbing himself. One hand slipping down under his hairy gut to work on the large bulge in his boxer briefs.
Mike was in the post-orgasim high and wasn't thinking to see if Roy was awake or not, to be aware of his surroundings or to get out while he still could. He had his cake and wanted to eat it too. The horny dingo slipping between the kangaroo's burly legs the next second to rest on his knees in front of Roy's bulge.
The dingo nosed at the button opening, pressing his cold snout against that bulge. Roy seemed to take the hint and just rest that groping hand off to the side and allow the dingo to do his job. Mike took a slow, hesitant breath and once more found his fur standing up from the older male's powerful musk. It wasn't like the locker rooms. It was of a real working man after a long day and the canine loved it. It was hot, humid inside that boxer brief and Roy's curly fur was slightly damp for the dingo to nose at. Mike was drooling as he used his teeth to undo the button on the boxer briefs. Drool soaked into the fabric as Mike nosed his way into the opening and to the side of the kangaroo's full sheath.
The canine's nose pressed into Roy's damp fur and he took a deep breath of the male, scooting closer and licking up his inner thigh and the crook of his leg as Mike nuzzled the side of Roy's junk with his face. The kangaroo groaned at that, opening his legs a bit more for the dingo's propping tongue. The startled dingo nearly yipped as a hand fell onto the back of his head and pushed him further into his groin.
"Get in there..." Roy grumbled, muttering in his sleep as he tossed and turned, lifting up one leg to push against the foot rest now and giving Mike even more access to the musky groin.
Mike was breathing heavily, panting as he just went to town. Licking and sniffing and kissing every inch he could reach with his muzzle in the opening of the boxer briefs. Tasting Roy's sweaty balls and rubbing that musk all over his snout as he gave one of them a playful tug in his muzzle. Mike was drooling badly now as he let go. He used that drool to lick underneath and around the kangaroo's hefty sack, cleaning the afternoon off for him. Pulling the whole thing into his muzzle and trying not to murr as he suckled on it's musky flesh. Mike let the saliva soaked sack slip free and nosed at that swollen sheath, licking up it and down over Roy's exposed fat head. The tip was already preing and Mike got his first taste of another man.
The dingo's black lips sealed around Roy's head and, using his tongue, Mike pulled the rest of him out and into his hungry, drooling canine muzzle. Mike had his eyes closed as Roy continued to rub the back of his head, pushing him against his curly musky fur and shoving every inch of his girth into the canine's snout. The hungry dingo gladly drank up his scent as he slurped and licked Roy's sheath clean. Both the outside and inside before worked on the older male throbbing dick in his muzzle. It was pressing against the back of Mike's throat, muzzle or not, Roy was big.
Mike could taste him in his throat. Feel every throbbing veins with his tongue and if he paid attention could even feel the kangaroo's heartbeat pounding through it. The dingo even had to hold onto one of the kangaroo's muscular thighs for support as the kangaroo rolled his hips up and into that steaming muzzle. Roy was breathing heavily, gripping the arm rest with one hand, curling his toes tightly on the paw rest as his balls tightened and he came without warning.
Mike had never tasted another male until now and he got more than a muzzle full of him. Roy was pumping like a geyser, spilling his musky broth into the dingo's muzzle. Mike couldn't swallow it fast enough as he licked frantically to catch every stray drop spilling out of his mouth. That was until Roy forced Mike all the way down on him and shoved his pulsating cock down the dingo's throat.
It was only now as his belly was being filled with his best friend's dad release that Mike came back into his right mind and he realized just what he was doing. Drinking increasingly more of him to be a part of him forever. Roy was still coming, straight into his throat and Mike could feel himself being filled by the older musky male. It was warm as it slid down his throat. It wasn't the same as tasting his own release, this was something better altogether.
His first time was with Roy. Roy, the kangaroo that had walked in on him jerking off that one time. The guy who he then would jerk off thinking too for nights to come. Roy, the guy he would get lifts to school from and spend the night at. Who would make him breakfast in the morning and to go lunches before school. That bought him pizza after he won his games. And that one time had even used Roy's spare football cup when Mike had forgotten his own at home right before a game. They had been running late but Roy, ever reliable Roy had been there for him.
Roy. The guy who was looking down at him with his dick still in the dingo's muzzle. Mike met his eyes and didn't let go, just swallowing again with another strong suck. That made the older male groan a bit, tensing at the feel of his canine tongue teasing his sore tip. Roy just scratched the back of his head with the hand still resting on it and eased up a bit.
Mike swallowed once more, letting Roy go soft in his muzzle.
Roy let go of his head and Mike returned the favor, letting his softening dick slip free with a loud slurping sound and a pool of drool. Mike wiped his muzzle clean slowly, ears folding back as he finally broke eye contact.
"If you were still hungry, you could have asked?" Roy offered, sitting up a bit and looking down at the dingo between his legs. Roy just couldn't figure out why his paw was so sticky. Unsure if this was a dream or what.
"Just don't tell Andy." Mike whimpered, nearly in tears as he looked up at Roy.
"Whoa, whoa easy." Roy chuckled a bit helping the dingo stand up a bit to sit on the foot rest. "We are not telling Andy anything." The kangaroo agreed with a nod. He had to shift himself a bit. The dingo had really drained him dry; it had been too long since he had a good muzzle to face fuck. "And uh... I didn't know you were..." Roy coughed a bit, trying to find the most tactful way of saying it.
Mike just looked away, ears burning brightly with hot tears in his eyes. He got greedy and now here he was. He didn't know what was going to happen. Which is why he was so taken aback when Roy rested his forehead against his, looking him in the eye.
"Easy kid. We've all done stupid things when we're young." Roy pulled back a bit, rubbing the dingo side under his arm.
Mike nodded, licking his lips a bit. It didn't help that the evidence was on his chin still. "You just were..." Mike tried to explain.
Roy gave a belly laugh at that, shaking his head a bit. "No one has ever thought this guy was worth a second look." The kangaroo folded his long ears back a bit, smiling now at the dingo. "It's a real nice ego boost to think that even a guy like me could get this kind of... reaction." And then Roy licked Mike's chin clean.
The dingo was in shock by how relaxed Roy was by all this and his tail wagged a bit, he even giggled as the kangaroo pulled him closer to lick his cheek clean.
"T-that feels good." Mike said, blushing even more.
The kangaroo grinned at that. Roy stuck his own thumb in his muzzle, sucking on it and covering it in spit before pulling it out and moving his hand down to tease the canine still exposed tip. Mike squirmed at that.
"I bet it does." Roy murred now, placing his other hand on Mike's other side and with a grunt pulled the dingo up and into his lap.
Mike placed his knees on either side of the older kangaroo and watched as Roy laid back in his chair, kicking his feet up once more on the foot rest. The dingo was wagging his tail quickly as he slowly laid down on the older male, Roy pushing his belly up against him.
The older male rubbed down his side and over his rear, teasing his tight tail hole with his wet finger.
"Wait." Mike said sitting back up making one of Roy's large tan ears lift up. Mike rested his chin on Roy's belly before nosing his way underneath the tight shirt the kangaroo wore, getting his head far enough inside that his ear was resting on the kangaroo's chest. Roy's heart was thundering inside and Mike loved the sound of it, nosing at his armpit.
"Heh, damn kid." Roy had to adjust his seating again before wrapping one arm around the dingo, whose legs were resting in between his own now.
Roy made sure to set his alarm on his phone; he was not about to have Andy walk in on him like this.
The kangaroo reached over to finish off his beer and frowned at the empty can. "Oh, you are so lucky you just sucked my dick." Roy grumbled as he dropped the can to the side and rested back for the night with the slumbering dingo laying on top of him. Roy pushed his belly against the Dingo's and went back to sleep.
Mike didn't even mind the older kangaroo's snoring.