Ill-Gotten Rumour
Commission.
He didn't know if he could take any more. The pain was immense. His shoulders ached. His muscles burned, begging for relief. He wanted it all to be over. A little more. Just a little more...
His fingers slipped, and he fell. The world swam, and the ceiling grew taller. It was all over. He closed his eyes.
With a thud, Wes' back hit the gym mat, briefly knocking some of the air out of his lungs. He heard the gasps of students around him and a groan escaped the Pikachu's lips, stared dead-pan at the ceiling above him. Nearby, a long, tough hope swayed back and forth, taunting him.
A face appeared in his view, one of a gruff, sour-looking Pangoro. Clad in a tight-fitting white polo shirt, the pangoro brought a whistle to his lips and blew it, briefly deafening Wes' ears.
"Up and at 'em, Halford." The Pangoro roared, before waving to the rest of the students. Wes groaned again and rolled onto his front, staggering to his feet. Looks like the world hadn't ended after all.
By and large, Wes was an academic sort of Pikachu. He didn't particularly enjoy sports, and any sort of extreme physical exertion often had him wheezing and begging for mercy. His gym teacher, a notorious hard-ass and questionably aggressive, seemed to think otherwise. That didn't surprise him: the Pangoro was chubby, but not in the way that you'd expect. It was a form of build known as a muscle-gut. Sadly for Wes, he was attracted to that.
The Pangoro, known to many as Coach Bran, angrily chewed the stick in his mouth, the leaves on the end fluttering about with his movements. He surveyed the class around him and watched them with a degree of annoyance. They were useless. Lazy and useless. Wes knew that, too. But then again, Wes cared little about whether he was in peak physical shape or not. All that mattered to him was getting good grades. He had promised his uncle that much.
It had been a couple of weeks since his teacher had come to visit, and word of his sordid activities with his home-room teacher were, thankfully, non-existent. He hadn't heard a peep about it, and neither him nor his uncle spoke of what happened since. Wes would arguably like to keep it that way. 'Whoring' himself out for his own relatives was one thing, but complete strangers and people he barely knew? That was another matter entirely.
Just as he was catching his breath, another high-pitched sound erupted through the gym as Coach Bran once again blew into his whistle. The Pangoro heaved a dramatic sigh and dropped the whistle, letting it dangle around his neck via a cord.
"Dismissed." He roared, and the students let out a collective sigh of relief. It was the last lesson of the day, which meant they could all finally go home and forget about their horrible, exhausting ordeal. Wes especially was thankful to go.
"Halford. You stay." The Pangoro called after him, just as Wes was following the rest of them out. The Pikachu sighed and lingered, glancing towards the Pangoro. His coach stood there, hands on his hips, waiting as the rest of the students filed out. The door closed behind them and there was an eerie silence that spread throughout the gym hall. Slowly, the Pangoro made his way over.
The difference in their size was staggering. Wes wasn't short by and large, he was at least a good 5 foot and a bit at 15 years of age, but the coach was nearing over 6 foot, a hulking mass of flesh and muscle and gut. He was often intimidating, and this particular time was no different for Wes, who practically withered as the coach drew closer.
"So...I've heard some rumors about you." The Coach muttered darkly and Wes gulped, awkwardly moving about on the spot.
"What rumors?" Wes asked, though part of him knew what it was about. The other part didn't want to believe it.
"That you fuck your teachers." His expression was fierce for a moment, before his lips curled into a wide grin. Wes knew immediately what the Pangoro was thinking. Wes took a step back, but the Pangoro simply stepped forwards to meet him. He enclosed a large hand around the Pikachu's arm and Wes winced.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Coach Bran spoke, and Wes was taken by surprise. In contrast to his often gruff appearance with the other students, his voice became inexplicably soft and gentle. He wasn't even firm with his grip; it was more like a guiding hand. Wes gulped nervously.
"I think you'll find the rumors are false." Wes eventually managed to say, feeling a lump forming in his throat. The Pangoro reached his other hand out and suddenly hoisted the Pikachu up, carrying him across the gym hall. Wes couldn't really argue much about it, and was surprised when the Pangoro carried him into one of the adjacent rooms on the far side of the gym, where the majority of the gymnastics gear was kept. He left the door ajar, the light filtering in through from the gym, and he set Wes down on a crotch-high 'horse' that students vaulted over in practice.
"Harry's too stupid to lie about something so...well, illegal." Coach Bran pointed out, his voice taking on another gruff tone for a moment, before his expression softened again. Wes knew who he was referring to. It looked as if Mr. Thornwood spilt the beans after all. Part of Wes wasn't surprised. The other part was angry.
"I can tell you're interested." The Pangoro pointed out quietly, barely above a whisper, and Wes knew he'd seen it. Wes was ashamed to admit that being carried around and being in such close proximity to the Pangoro had caused his loins to stir, and in his tight-fitting gym shorts, his erection was painfully obvious. He glanced down to see Coach Bran trailing a finger along the bulge and Wes' cock immediately stiffened against his digit. Wes could feel the colour rising to his cheeks, but the Pangoro didn't taunt him about his embarrassing boner. Instead, he seemed pleased.
The Pangoro slowly began to kneel down, and Wes watched with a mixture of surprise and confusion as the once gruff gym teacher began to toy with the band of his shorts, trailing his lips and nose against the outline of the teen's twitching erection. Wes let out a heated sigh and shuffled awkwardly in his seat, quietly spreading his legs. It felt nice.
Coach Bran hooked his fingers into the waistband of the shorts and began tugging them down at the front, hungry for what lay beneath. He grew frustrated when he realised it was going to take more effort, so Wes helped him somewhat. The Pikachu tugged his pants down and around his supple cheeks, taking his underwear with him. He moved deliberately slowly as he exposed his member, displaying the veined, twitching length. When the head finally came free from his shorts, it bobbed up into view, wildly twitching in the warm air.
"Your cock is gorgeous." The Pangoro muttered, his voice husky and dripping with lust. He immediately pressed his mouth to the member, trailing his tongue from the base up towards the tip. He held the base of it with his finger and thumb and toyed his tongue in underneath the foreskin. Wes found himself shuddering in delight and he lidded his gaze over, a groan escaping his lips.
Bran tugged on the teen's cock and the foreskin slowly slid back, revealing the shapely curves of the head of the boy's cock. The Pangoro immediately bowed his head, taking the member into his mouth and pushing his tongue along the underside. Spittle met with his tongue and coated around the teen's cock, the head of his length grazing against the coach's mouth. To think that such a burly, intimidating man would be so gentle and delicate baffled Wes, but he certainly enjoyed the treatment. He reached a hand down and stroked along the Pangoro's head, running his fingers through the adult's white fur and along to his black ears. Wes was almost sure he could see the beginnings of a blush beneath the fur on the coach's cheeks.
Coach Bran pushed his head down further, settling the base of the cock in the dip between his thumb and index finger and firmly holding it down as his lips bowed deeper, the cock sliding along the roof of his mouth and towards the back of his throat. Even for a large Pangoro like Bran, 6 inchs of cock was still a good amount to take. He nearly took the whole thing, but paused when it began to butt and prod at the back of his throat, threatening to slip down. He could feel Wes trembling under his assault, felt his fingers digging against his fur. Bran changed his strategy to match the teen's reactions, and it seemed to be working.
For Wes, every suckle, every lick of the Pangoro's tongue made him tremble with delight and made his skin prickle with pleasure. He openly squirmed in his seat, arching his back and spreading his legs that little bit more as the Pangoro plunged his mouth down, burying his mouth and nose against the Pikachu's pelvis. He let the cock slip down into his throat and ignored the discomfort it might bring him later. He tongue lashed and rolled around and Wes couldn't resist from pumping his hips forward, quiet groans of utter bliss escaping his lips.
"I think..." Wes rocked his hips in earnest, and the Pangoro soon realised he was getting close. Instead of pulling back, however, the Pangoro doubled down, pushing as far as he could. In earnest, Wes began to buck his hips, fervently fucking his gym teacher's face, even if it were only barely an inch or two either way. It was still enough to make his member throb powerfully and cause the pressure in his loins to tighten. His gentle pants of ecstasy soon became rapid, heavy pants of pleasure, his head rolling back.
He abruptly stopped and his fingers clenched around Coach Bran's head, gripping tightly to him. He sighed a long, deep breath and the Pangoro could feel the warmth of the teen's orgasm, felt his thick pulsing in his throat, his relaxed body and clenching hand. Slowly, the Pangoro pulled back, suckling sweetly as he went. When he finally slipped his mouth off of the member completely, he was greeted to the sight of the Pikachu's slightly limping cock, a thick oozing string of cum seeping from the end. It unceremoniously dripped down to splatter against the floor.
"Good. Now, don't you think it only fair to reciprocate?" The Coach asked with a small grin and Wes glanced up at him, before down at the obvious erection between his legs. The Pangoro stepped back, tugging his tight shirt over his head to reveal his bulging gut and chest as well as his muscled arms. He didn't stop there, however: his hands dipped to his loose gym pants. He tugged them down and Wes was greeted to a startling sight.
Many might have appropriately pointed out how indecent it was for a teacher to be free-balling in school, but in that moment, Wes didn't care. He came face to face with a monster, one of the fattest members he'd ever seen. It was 12 inches, not unlike his uncle's cock, but it was remarkable thicker. The head was wedged and sizeable, but the girth lay in the length of the cock. Wes followed the way it steadily bulged around the middle and then narrowed against as it reached the Pangoro's pelvis. It wasn't extreme, but Wes was practically smitten with it.
"Do you like it?" The Pangoro asked quietly, and Wes nodded, eyes wide. He slipped from his seat on the gymnastics equipment and moved down onto his knees. He couldn't resist. He grasped the base of the cock in his hand and buried his mouth against the crease between the fat cock and it's heavy, swinging balls. There, the scent of the Pangoro's cock was the most potent. He breathed it in and a shuddering groan escaped his lips. He couldn't stop himself from dragging out his tongue and sliding it over the teacher's heavy nut sack, cradling one ball in his palm whilst gently stroking the cock with the other.
Wes heard his teacher's throaty groan and knew he was begging for it. Each stroke coaxed a powerful throb from the length itself and that only encouraged Wes to keep going, to keep licking and kissing all that he could. His tongue eventually moved from Coach Bran's hefty balls up to his cock, where he dragged his tongue along the underside of the member, eventually meeting with the thick tip. He peeled the heavy foreskin back and suckled his mouth against the urethra, rolling his tongue around in a warm, circular motion.
"That's it..." Coach Bran muttered, reaching a hand down to stroke the top of the boy's head. Wes dutifully looked up at him with his innocent eyes and the anthro Pikachu's ears folded down around his head. He pushed his mouth down and struggled a little with the sheer thickness of the length, having to open his jaw as side as he possibly could just to accommodate the head with the first few inches. When the cock began to grow thicker, he found himself almost unable to go any further. Whilst a little frustrated with himself, he vowed to do his vest to pleasure what he could reach, at the very least. He bobbed on the first few inches, using his hands to stroke the rest of the member.
The first thing that Wes came to realise was exactly how pent up the coach up. Each stroke coaxed a healthy dollop of pre-cum into the teen's mouth, forcing him to swallow every few moments. The Pangoro seemed to greatly enjoy the treatment, at the very least. He could hear the gym teacher's slow, heavy breathing. He could feel the thick pulsing of his length, encouraging him to go harder and faster.
"S-Stop, Wes. Stop." For the Pangoro to say his name with such urgency was surprising. The Pikachi pried his head off of the Pangoro's member and he blinked in surprise, looking up at the coach's flushed face, his parted lips.
"We haven't even gotten to the main event, and I don't have the stamina I used to." He explained vaguely, and Wes quickly caught on. The Pikachu got to his feet and anxiously stood on the spot, bottomless, before he turned and climbed back up onto where he was sitting before. This time, however, he simply flopped his stomach and chest over the crotch-high equipment, raising his jagged, angular tail.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Wes found himself saying, reaching his hands back to grasp aound his supple cheeks and spread them apart to reveal the hidden hole beneath. He'd never been so forward before in his life! Not with his uncle, or his father, or frankly with anyone. But he found himself eager this time around, almost too much. The sight of the gentle Pangoro's starry-eyed expression seemed to make his heart flutter.
Coach Bran wasted no time in stepping forwards, his breathing heavy as he wedged the fat end of his cock between the teen's cheeks, knowing exactly where he needed to go. He smeared pre-cum between those cheeks for a moment before pushing his hips forwards, the rigid member pushing fiercely against the tight little hole. Wes' regularly used ass readily stretched to swallow up the coach's cock and his innards spasmed, clenching around the head of his length as it slid into him. Taking the head was no problem; it was the rest he was worried about.
The Coach let out a long groan of pleasure at the sheer warmth and tightness of the boy's behind. He placed a hand on the teen's back and thrust himself forwards, sliding himself deeper and deeper into Wes' behind, feeling every spasming inch of those innards. Wes wriggled his hips and squirmed, letting out quiet groans of pleasure. He was definitely thicker than his uncle. As the cock neared the halfway point, he could feel the brief discomfort as he took a length far wider than anticipated. He fought through the uncomfortable feeling and sighed when the Pangoro's hips pushed deeper, sliding himself further in. He nestled there for a moment, massaging the teen's hips with his hands, his cock steadily oozing pre-cum that coated around the head of his member.
He tugged back, albeit slowly, and then began to thrust forwards, starting a slow, steady rhythm of thrusts. West let out quiet moans of pleasure with every other hump of the coach's hips, his cheeks jiggling with every thrust. Each buck of the coach's hips was met with a wet slip of his spit-coated balls against Wes' behind, the balls bouncing against his own set. His half-hard member oozed pre-cum between his legs, betraying how much this turned him on.
"So damn tight..." Bran muttered quietly, closing his eyes and enjoying the sensations of the teen's behind, the warmth of his innards and the tight squeezing around his cock. The Pangoro groaned quietly and rolled his hips forwards, thrusting a little harder and a little faster over time. As his thrusts began to speed up, Wes began to pant and whimper, his half-hard cock stiffening under the assault. The coach's cock was probing a very sensitive spot inside him, one that most people seemed to reach. Each thrust made him shudder from the pleasure of it all and it knew it was going to be enough to make his cum, eventually.
It seemed, however, that the Pangoro might finish before him. The coach's thrusts grew more and more passionate, and he slowly began to lean over the teen, his hips wildly thrust into Wes' behind. The humps of his hips grew wet with pre-cum and his breathing grew heavy.
"I'm gonna fuckin'..." Coach Bran grunted out, letting out a restrained groan. Swet dripped down his skin, dampening his fur, and his thick cock swelled and pulsed. A few more thrusts was all he needed, and Wes squeezed his muscles down, clamping around his teacher's cock. Coach Bran let out a long groan as he orgasmed and a thick, wet pulsing shot into the teen's insides, splattering his inner walls with thick, gooey seed. He tugged back and the thick girth of his cock plugged up Wes' hole, keeping all the cum inside.
"Hah...H-Hah...!" Wes reached down and wildly stroked himself, and the Pangoro sat there, listening to his pleasured little groans. Wes' quick rubbing and stroking quickly brought him over the edge and thick strings of cum oozed from the end of his wildly twitching member, dripping down onto the floor behind, his innards clenching around the coach's length.
The two of them sat there panting, breathing deeply. Neither of them knew what to say. Slowly, Coach Bran lifted him up and turned him around. The coach sat down where Wes was sitting, and he nestled the Pikachu on his lap.
"Don't worry. I'm not Harry. Your secret's safe with me." The Pangoro replied, curling his arms around him. Wes sighed and leant back.
He hoped his uncle wouldn't find out about this. He'd never hear the end of teasing.