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Why would Coach Gallus want to meet him? He hadn't done anything wrong, and his grades were okay, hell he didn't even have any classes of his. The brick red coyote walked past the football field to the athletic building, a concrete brick building of four stories, and went through the red double doors. Brad looked around for signage to the offices, trying not to look at the buff figures passing him going to and from the gym. It took five or so minutes, he had never been in this building after all, and knocked on the door.

A deep "Enter" came through the door. He stepped inside the office, shelves of books and trophies lined the walls as the dark green crocodile coach sat behind the desk with a moose with a blue streak in his hair in one seat and an empty chair for him. The second he met the moose's eyes his ears felt like they were on fire and they both immediately looked away.

"Great, sit down please." Coach Gallus said while rolling his eyes. "Do either of you know why I called you here?"

Brad was shaking his head when the familiar moose named Max spoke up.

"If this is about my performance in practice Coach, I'll get better. I-I'm not sure why you asked him here though."

"So, I'm going to need to hold both of your paws through this, okay." He stood up and walked to the door. "Boys, I don't like melodrama, that's my wife and her soaps. The one thing that I always want to do when they come on is lock everyone in a room and make them talk to each other." He said as he locked the door with a heavy click.

Both of the mammals were looking straight at him, the moose with dread and the coyote with confusion.

"Max, I asked your teammates just why you were so distracted the past few times at practice, and they told me that you had a big crush on a nerd you went to Calc 2 with. It wasn't long before asking around the math building got me the name Brad and several stories about you dreaming about him with a goofy lovestruck face while staring at the back of his head."

Brad turned to the moose and saw the cream colored fur on the inside of his ears had gone redder than fire and his eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

"Brad, what do you think of this news?"

"Well, I'm flattered, but--" He started.

"There's no need to pry any further!" The moose jumped out of his chair and started marching to the door. "He knows now, and I'm not distracted, and everything will work out fine and we should go now and-"

A big green scaled paw clamped down on Max's muzzle, the door just out of arm's reach.

"Please continue, Brad."

"Okay. I could have sworn Max was straight! The big beefy jock sitting behind me got me all flustered the first few days of class, but I got over it. You wouldn't even look me in the eye or say more than one word when I helped you with that infinite series assignment."

"Very good, Max, your turn." Coach Gallus said, removing his paw from the brown muzzle.

"Really? I thought it was my goofy face during that assignment that put you off, I could have sworn you saw my emotions written on my face and were disappointed."

"Oh! Is that what that was?"

"Alright!" The crocodile said, "So we've established that you both like each other, despite thinking the other doesn't! As I also teach the health course here on campus, I have to ask if you boys know what you are in for, if you know how the hell gay romance works."

Both of them shook their heads.

"Great," Coach's face fell. "Gay representation in media doing me a ton of favors. Let's start with the basics: the school expects you to follow the same guidelines as straights while on campus, which means while quick kisses, handholding, and hugging are in the clear, anything more intimate than that is to be done in private." Coach stopped as Brad's ears turned the same shade of red as his fur, prompting a look and a motion to speak.

"I've not... I mean, I've never been kissed."

"Alright then, how about a physical demonstration?"

"Uh...alright."

"No, no, enthusiastic consent! I want to hear you ask me to kiss you!"

"You just said that you have a wife...."

"I'm Bi, and we're in a fairly open relationship. But if you'd like to have Max kiss you first." Coach Gallus said with a wide grin as he turned to the moose that was still fidgeting next to the door.

"I've not kissed anyone before either." The moose said, eyes darting from the coyote to the crocodile.

"Practical demonstration it is," He knelt down so he was the same height as Brad. "May I?"

"Yes, Coach."

"Good lad," He said, touching the canine muzzle with his big, scaled paw as he leaned in. All of them heard the moose let out a bellow as their lips touched. At first, it was a soft touching of lips, barely coming together before pulling apart again. In the next moment, the coyote relaxed, letting out a sigh. Those dirty-red lips parted, words forming on the canine tongue, but Coach Gallus leaned in for another. His scaled lips eased the furred ones open even more, and his broad tongue entered. It slithered in and rested on the coyote's tongue, and their eyes met. A moment of stillness before the crocodile snorted and pushed forward, sealing his lips on the tongues and pulling them into his muzzle. There were weak whimpers of protest but as he suckled gently on the tongue while dancing his around it, the moment he let go a gentle moan eased its way out of the canine. He let both of the tongues go back, resting on the coyote's again, and their eyes met once more as he raised his eyebrow ridge.

Brad took the hint and sealed his lips around the much wider reptilian tongue. He sucked on it, the saltier taste starting to fade as he got used to it and began rolling his tongue around it. He felt as much as he heard the low but soft growling and the scaled paw pet the back of his head. His tail began wagging as he pushed forward, taking more of the tongue into him. There was a muffled yelp that he barely realized that he made when Coach pulled him closed and pushed forward. That tongue dove downward, making it to his throat and pulling itself back before pushing forward, fucking his throat. He could feel teeth on his cheeks as the crocodilian muzzle had turned and nearly covered his whole head, something in him was screaming danger but it was being drowned out by the waves of pleasure coming from a part of his body that no one else had touched before. Maybe a minute later, Coach pulled back, tongue pulling itself free of his well-used throat and muzzle with wet sounds as he went limp in his chair.

"How was that for a first kiss?" He said with a chuckle.

"I should have started kissing sooner." Brad said between pants.

There was a noise like a deflating balloon which brought their attention back to the handsome jock standing by the door, arms hanging limply by his side.

"Ah, yes, it's your turn now Max."

"What! Coach there's really no need, I mean, isn't it a bit awkward to kiss one of your own students, or at least it's breaking a few school rules I imagine." The moose said as he stepped back, bumping one of his antlers against the wall.

"Max, you are an adult. If I have your consent to kiss you and you have mine, then fuck whoever else has an opinion on whether we should. This is only to teach you how to kiss your nerdy boyfriend well enough for him to melt. So," His big green paws leveled the brown muzzle with his face. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes, Coach!" He said, eyes scrunched shut and his paws balled into fists.

"Calm down Max, just follow my lead." Coach Gallus said. He brought his lips close like he had with Brad, pressing them to the brown ones and pulling back gently. The moose didn't relax though, just stood there with house eyes shut. The crocodile pushed forward and parted those lips with his, which while they offered no resistance, they did not part eagerly either. His tongue slid in, touching the moose's and trying to lure it into moving. After a moment of putting in all the effort, he pulled back and out. "Maximillian Carraro, pull your damn head out of your ass and kiss me back!"

The moose's eyes shot open, "S-sorry Coach!"

"Just get out of your head and focus on what you're doing. Now, I'm going to show you what to do, then you do it to me, got it?"

"Yes Coach!"

"That's better." The crocodile leaned forward, and this time the moose leaned into him. Taking the initiative this time, the moose slid his tongue into the crocodile's muzzle. With a growl of approval, Coach Gallus sealed his lips around the intruder and began sucking on it, meanwhile his conical tongue caressed and rolled over the thinner mammal tongue. A moment later, he let go and dove his tongue into the moose's muzzle. The moose continued his attentiveness by letting his lips fall on the reptilian tongue and he began sucking on that larger tongue, eyes looking into the Coach's eyes.

Coach let out an approving growl before he pushed forward even farther, Max's eyes blinked, and he tried to step back again, only to hit his antlers on the door again. As the Crocodile's maw spread open, the tongue dove deeper and deeper. The moose was almost choking on his Coach's tongue, but Coach wrapped his firm arms around the moose and pulled him even closer. Max did his best not to cough and gag as the crocodile tongue started fucking his throat, but from the way the reptile was growling he was certain that Coach liked it. As quickly as the crocodile pushed forward, he pulled back, the wet tongue pulling back and Max gasping. Those green scaled arms, however, were still holding them together.

Max took a moment to catch his breath, then looked back to Coach Gallus. He had that same look in his eye that he got at every competition, an expectation to be proud. The moose swallowed, how much moisture in his muzzle was his and how much was the crocodile he wasn't sure, and then pushed himself forward with his maw open. His thinner but longer tongue diving into the wide muzzle that opened just for him. It was an odd angle, and he felt those sharp teeth on his cheeks, but he soon managed to work his tongue into his Coach's throat. He pulled it back and forth, marveling at how different it felt to be doing it rather than having it done to him. The feeling of the soft, wet muscles contracting around his tongue was something he never would have guessed he'd like. After a bit he pulled back, and Coach let him go.

"Much better Max, I think you two are ready for your first kiss." Coach Gallus said, directing the jock to his nerd with the wave of a paw.

Brad and Max's eyes met, and Brad stood up from the chair. Time felt like it was slowing down for the pair of them, both sets of arms raising to embrace each other, the mixed breath flowing through their fur, the warmth as they rubbed their cheeks together.

"Can I kiss you?" Max whispered into Brad's ear.

"Yeah...." Was all Brad could say.

The moose jock pulled back, keeping their eyes locked until he closed his and leaned in. Their lips touched, warmth and dampness passing between them. Those lips pull apart only briefly before pressing back together, this time at an angle. The moose's arms slid up the coyote's back, around his chest and onto his cheeks, holding him. The coyote's paws went under the jock's shirt, feeling the hard muscles built up over a lifetime, still slightly damp from the sweat of practice, and the wide pecs on the jock that seemed so much bigger than him. Now their lips parted. One thin but broad canine tongue and one thick and long cervid tongue licking along each other and twisting together. They moaned together, smelling each other's breath in their noses and tasting each other's maws. They let their lips touch each other again, joining their muzzles as their tongues explored the new area.

Max's paws slid back from the brick red cheeks to the neck, then separated, one paw holding the back of the coyote's head while the other reached down for those globes of flesh. He gripped on ass cheek tightly as his arm was hit repeatedly by the wagging tail. Brad's paws pulled out of the moose's shirt and up over his head, now tracing patterns on the large, slightly fuzzy antlers that he'd always wanted to touch and running his fingers through that streak of blue hair.

They pulled tighter together, muzzles interlocking as the moose's tongue reached into the coyote's throat. There were moans and whimpers from both of them as wet noises started, the body heat between them building as erections pressed together with clothes in the way. Whatever either of them had eaten was long pushed away and all they could taste was their intermingling saliva and flesh and their gasping breaths when the path was clear. Both of their eyes closed, they couldn't see how interwoven their bodies had become. Coach Gallus would have had a hard time telling whose limb was whose if not for the color difference.

Coach was leaning against his desk, rubbing his tent with one paw while rubbing his chest with the other. From the way Max was grabbing Brad's ass like it was a stress ball, he knew he needed to show them more before letting them leave. To keep them safe of course. With a growl, he turned away from the young couple and moved behind his desk. One of the cupboards behind here was his health class supplies, he opened it and pulled out a box and a small bottle. He turned to look at them again, they were oblivious to everything but each other.

Max and Brad finally pulled apart, both gasping for breath. Max put a paw on the back of the coyote's head and pulled him closer until their noses touched.

"Why the fuck didn't we do this sooner?" Max said, eyes locked on Brad's.

"Makes me wonder what else we should have started doing sooner." Brad said with a smirk.

"I think I know where this is going," Coach Gallus said. "And that means you get the safe sex talk from me!" The boys turned to the older man, seeing him hold up a box of condoms. "Do either of you know how to use these?"

Still intertwined, they looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Alright then, allow me to show you with a living model. Max, get over here and drop your pants." Coach said, using his fingers to tear open a corner of a condom foil.

Max blushed, before letting go of the coyote and walking toward the crocodile, his tent leading the way in his gym shorts. There was a flash of heat on his ears as he hooked his thumbs into both his shorts and the jockstrap beneath and pulled them down with a smile. His cock flopped out, long and thin with a human shape, about 11 inches long. Max looked at the others, Brad was looking at his shaft and licking his lips, Coach Gallus let out a growl of approval. He shuffled his footpaws to get his clothes out of the way and unbuttoned his shirt to take it off. It was the only kind of shirt he could wear with antlers.

"Now Brad, come watch closely." The large dark green paw guided the canine to a kneeling position. "These are oral condoms, I'll send you home with these, some anal condoms, and a pamphlet on anal play, but these will work fine for a demonstration. Here." He handed over the pale latex to Brad as they kneeled in front of Max. "Pinch the tip and place it at the top of jock boy's cock here. Yes, Good, now hold the tip between your fingers and roll the outer edge down until it reaches the end." The crocodile watched the moose's cock be enveloped by the mostly transparent latex, guided by the coyote's fingers and peppered with light moans from above. That done, he just watched Brad stare at it, his tongue licking his lips at one point. "Well go on, we all know you want to."

Brad's eyes flicked between the smiling Coach, Max looking down at him, and the 11 inch rod that bounced in the air. It took Coach's big green paw on his shoulder to conquer the nerves. He was guided forward as much as he moved forward, muzzle open, paw grasping the base of the shaft and angling it down. He slid the tip into his maw, tongue sliding along its underside. Banana flavor? He glanced over at the crocodile's paw, still holding the box, and it read flavored oral condoms. Curious, he pushed further down, taking more and more into his muzzle.

"Careful now, mind your teeth. You don't want to tear the condom with them and using teeth in a blowjob is an advanced technique. Just go as deep as you can, get a feel of your own throat and how he feels in it."

Brad went down at least six inches before he felt himself start to choke. He pulled back a bit and started bobbing up and down, careful to keep his tongue over his bottom teeth and his lips covering the upper ones. He felt the Coach's big paw on the back of his head, it guided him along the shaft and encouraged him to go deeper with each thrust. Max's moans sounded a lot like bellows, and he kept moving his paws around, unsure of what to do with them. Other than the taste of banana and latex, he was starting to smell and taste the moose. Unlike his maw, down here everything was heavier, musky, and with more than a hint of sweat from the recent practice.

"There you go, now push yourself deeper, just a bit, and pull back. The goal is to ease your throat into taking the whole thing, letting it get used to opening up for him." Coach said, paw still on the back of the coyote's head.

Brad let the crocodile guide him slowly further down, feeling the large shaft poke at and then push down his throat. He was surprised at how much he enjoyed the feeling of the head sliding into parts of his throat he'd never really felt before, and as it slid deeper and deeper, he fought back against his gag reflex mostly out of need. He had to know what it would feel like all the way inside his throat. He whimpered slightly as he felt Coach Gallus pull at his pants, only to get the back of his head patted as a reminder to focus on his task. He kept bobbing and pushing himself down the cock as the scaled paws moved to free his own member from its cloth confinement. He moaned around the dick, tongue exploring out and tickling the moose's balls, as his own rod was now in the open air. He felt those large scaled paws grab and pump a few times, and with his head clouded by lust he pushed himself all the way down. Max gasped and grabbed his red furred head, the cock throbbing, his fluffy tail wagging behind him.

"Alright, that's enough for now." Coach Gallus said and pushed them apart, then pulled the coyote up as he stood. "Your turn now Max." He handed over another flavored condom, this one mint.

"But.... I'm not really interested in sucking-" The moose started.

"First, don't be afraid to try it, it's not going to make you any less of a man or whatever, it's only going to make you a better sex partner. When you know why people like sucking you off, you not only learn how to make their experience better but also your own. The same is true for everything. To be the best top you can be you need to experience bottoming for yourself, yeah you may not enjoy it as much, and that's okay. Empathy is not only attractive but vital to maintaining relationships, romantic or otherwise." Coach Gallus said.

"That makes sense, it's still embarrassing though."

"That's just internalized homophobia talking, you are a better person than that." Coach said, throwing an arm around the moose's shoulders. "Ready?"

"Uh," Max's ears went red, and he bit his lip. "Okay, make me the world's best cocksucker, Coach."

"Hah!" The crocodile laughed and slapped the moose's shoulder. "I'll do my fucking best, now kneel down!"

Max's ears were still red but there was a big smile on his face as he tore off the edge of the condom wrapper. He pinched the tip and rolled the condom down the canine shaft, even going down the forming knot at the instruction of his Coach. He took a deep breath and leaned forward. The taste of mint filling his muzzle and the soft moans of Brad in his ears. He grabbed the rusty colored waist and pulled it closer, letting the cock go deeper into his muzzle until he felt his nose bump into warm, clean crotch fur. His muzzle was larger than Brad's, but he also felt like it was smaller than his, that said, it was definitely thicker. He held himself at the base as long as he could, swallowing and trying to breathe around it only to start coughing. He pulled back gasping, long strands of spit still connecting them.

"Holy fuck," Brad and Max said at the same time.

"Already got some natural talent, eh? Bit of advice then, it's a blow job but you can still use your paws, here have a finger condom." Coach Gallus said, taking out a much smaller condom and rolling it down the middle finger of the jock's right paw and adding a dollop of lube.

Max grinned and sunk down the dick again. His left paw pulled apart the coyote's cheeks and his right paw moved to the hole. Brad gasped as his cock deepthroated and the finger was working its way into him, then went cross-eyed as the moose started bobbing and thrusting at the same rate. The taste of mint was fading as the latex and natural scent of the coyote was mixing, the little yips when his finger was deep and his muzzle was flush with the crotch, his paw was practically kneading the ass cheek in its grasp. Why had he been so scared to try this? This is awesome!

The crocodile sat on the edge of his desk again, watching the young lovers go at it. Poor Brad had no idea where to put his paws and he was played like a fiddle. Max, it seems, had put a lot of forethought into how he wanted to do this with how determined his movements were. Coach relaxed and pulled down his own gym shorts, his quite massive rod springing into the open air. He rubbed it slowly with one paw as he grabbed his cell phone with the other. He sent a text out to his wife saying "You'll never guess what I'm doing" and sending a short video of him stroking his dick with the sounds of the pair's blowjob in the background.

Brad could barely stand, except that the jock was holding him up. The finger gently rubbing on his prostate and the maw on his cock were overloading his virginal mind. He shuddered and leaned over, placing his paws on Max's shoulders. Their eyes met and Brad jerked his head and motioned for the jock to lay down. A few moments of adjusting later and he was on his side and was staring at the spire of cock still covered by banana flavored condom as his own cock was being sucked again with that finger gently prodding his hole. He opened his muzzle and let the tip of the shaft in, rolling his tongue around the head as his arms got into a comfortable position. One under the bottom leg and one over the top leg, and those moose legs were firm from running around the fields. With a deep breath, he started bobbing his head again, daring himself to go deeper each time.

Max was trying to time his sucking with Brad's, going down and then up, swirling his tongue around the canine head to reward him when he did something the moose liked. His one free paw found a grip on the canine knot and squeezed it gently every time Brad got to the base of his 11 inch shaft. He wanted this to last but he felt himself creeping towards the end faster than he would like, so he pulled off Brad's shaft and placed his broad nose on those brick red furry balls, letting his tongue out to lap at them. Not nearly as potent a smell as his own, but it was still a pleasant musky smell that made him moan and a slightly salty taste that made him drool. He felt Brad pull off his throbbing shaft and mirror his actions, and he couldn't resist putting a paw on the back of the canine's head and rubbing his face on those large nuts. God, the coyote had the cutest moans and yips.

His eyes drifted upward when he heard the low rumble of the Coach's growling and playing with his own shaft. While not as long as Max's it was as thick as a soda can. He tapped on Brad's hips as he pulled away, a new smile curling his lips.

"Coach, I can't thank you enough for today. At least let us try to thank you by demonstrating what we've learned on you." Max said, one arm wrapped around Brad.

"Oh," Brad gasped at the sight of Coach's thick cock and nodded at Max's suggestion.

"If you guys don't mind me taking a video for my wife, sure, show me what you got." Coach Gallus growled.

Max and Brad looked at each other, then smiled. Both of them stood up and went over to the crocodile leaning on his desk. There was a moment where all three of them were close enough that they could smell each other's breaths as they looked back and forth at each other's eyes.

"Your wife's going to want to see this." Max said, lifting Coach's arm up and pointing the cell phone at the three of them. Max leaned in and pressed his lips on the scaled ones and then pushed his tongue in as they parted. They left their maws open, letting the camera get a full view of their tongues lapping and rolling against each other. Max used a paw on the back of the head to guide Brad into the kiss, who made a couple whimpers before opening his muzzle and letting his tongue join the other two.

The three of them kissed like that, their tongues licking and twisting around each other as the camera recorded for a minute before Max changed it up. Max eased Brad out and dove in alone, letting his thick tongue explore the depths of his Coach's maw before diving deeper. The crocodile grunted and moaned in approval. He then pulled out and pushed Brad in. Brad's face was burning as he was fully aware of the camera, but before he could look at it his head was pushed in, and he let his tongue explore the reptilian muzzle. His canine tongue was broad but not as wide as the crocodile's, still he managed to get as deep as he could before the other tongue took charge. Coach Gallus slithered his tongue deep into the coyote's throat, making Brad gag before he pulled it out slightly and dove in again, once more fucking that throat with his tongue.

Max switched back and forth a few times, kissing or letting the other two kiss, and once taking Brad's muzzle for his own. But he soon made his crush kneel with him, while one paw snagged an oral condom off the desk. Chocolate flavored, nice. He peeled off the top and held it open for Brad, who pulled it out and pinched the tip at the end and placed it on the head of Coach's shaft. One brown paw from Max met one red paw from Brad and they both rolled the condom down together. It was a bit of a stretch at first, but once it was over the head it rolled down the dick just like Coach had shown them. Max snorted and using the paw he kept on Brad's shoulder, pulled him close. Their lips met and parted, tongues once more dancing together before Max guided them down the crocodile's cock.

Coach Gallus let out a growl as he smiled and watched his shaft slip between the young love birds kiss. He felt the pair of tongues lick across the head as they tried to meet, and he aimed his phone right at the action. It caught the perfect view of Brad whimpering and moaning as Max guided him up and down the reptilian dick. Their lips met around the thick rod, then they pulled back with the gentle sound of a kiss, but their tongues remained and wiggled on the side of it. Down and back up they did that, making the crocodile rumble and pre fill the tip of the condom. At the top Max hooked his paw on Brad's neck and brought the red coyote's face right to the tip, a nervous glance met Max's smirk as Brad opened his maw and took the fat head into it. He saw the moose move to his balls as he began guiding the canine in a blowjob, he felt the sniffing from those large nostrils and the thick tongue lap at his heavy sac.

Brad grunted, his muzzle was not used to something this wide inside, but he did his best to keep his teeth covered with this much thicker shaft. He pushed himself as low as he could get without hurting, getting maybe half of the length in him before the pressure on his jaw and throat was too much. He pulled back and started bobbing up and down, not resisting how Max's paw pressed on him every time he went down. The taste of chocolate was there but quickly fading, the smell was that of the gentle sweat after a workout but saltier because of Coach's species, and he felt more than heard that long crocodile tail sliding on the floor.

Max breathed in his Coach's scent and let his tongue roll across his large egg sized testicles. He'd always been curious about his Coach, but until today he'd been the epitome of a professional, it was mind-blowing to see this side of him. And to smell and taste this side of him. It wasn't strong enough to make his eyes water, but it was obvious that Coach sweats a lot, and that salty slightly muddy scent was as delicious as it smelled. He looked up at the coyote, smiling to see he was three quarters of the way down the shaft, and guided him away. With a lust filled bellow, the moose took the head of Coach's cock in his muzzle.

Coach Gallus rumbled as his athlete moved into position, but he wasn't going to be going easy on him. He did ask to be the world's best cocksucker after all. He reached down and grabbed both of the moose's antlers with his large green scaled paws and looked right into his eyes. There was some fear there, but Max didn't try to twist out of his grasp or protest. It's nice to have the trust of your athletes. He pushed his cock as far into the jock's muzzle as it would go, almost three quarters, not bad, and pulled out. He really hoped the camera had a nice view of the spit strings connecting his dick and that maw. And with that thought he gave Brad his phone to record what was coming.

Brad took the phone and held it sideways, just in time as Coach Gallus sild his cock back into the moose's muzzle. The rumbling of the croc was matched with the thuds of his legs moving apart for better leverage. The rust colored coyote moved and scooted in closer to get the perfect view as he began slowly thrusting into the moose. It was almost as deep as it was before he pulled back faster and at the tip before he began thrusting in again. He couldn't tell if it was only Coach Gallus pulling on those antlers or Max intentionally pushing himself forward, but they soon picked up a rhythm of pulling apart and coming together. They got a bit faster each cycle until Max reached up with his brown paws and hooked them around those green scaled thighs and pulled, now finally reaching the base of the thick shaft and making those large balls slap his chin.

"Oh, getting greedy are we, Max?" The crocodile growled. "Guess who's getting twenty then. Brad, keep count or I'm starting over."

Max's eyes flicked between Coach's, Brad's, and the shaft that was about to start pounding. Coach Gallus switched his grip on those antlers and pulled back. Right when the tip was the only thing left, he slammed forward, making his balls slap the underside of the moose's muzzle, spit dribble from the moose's nose, and a gagging sound came from the moose's throat.

"One..." Brad said.

It took less than a second for the crocodile to pull back and thrust forward again, and then again. The Coach had strong muscles for his age and was putting them to full use fucking his athlete's face with abandon.

"Two, three, four, five, six...." Brad was trying to keep count, but he was going so fast it was hard to keep track. "Ten, twelve, thirteen, wait eleven!"

"Oh," Coach Gallus stopped and pulled back, giving Max the chance to drink in the air. "Once more from the top." He repositioned and Max had his maw open out without much thought, spit dripping and flying from his panting. With one more deep growl, the crocodile began thrusting again.

"One, two, three, four, five, six!" Brad was speaking as quickly as he could without stammering. That cock was practically pistoning in and out of the moose's muzzle, the clapping sound of his balls on that chin was barely out of sync with the gagging sounds that preceded them. "Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty!" He swore that Coach managed to get more than that as he had been thrusting faster than Brad could count out loud.

"Ah," Coach Gallus said as he pulled free. Still connected to Max with strings of saliva. "Let's give him a break, pass him the camera Brad, it's your turn."

Brad fumbled as Max pulled the camera away from him with a goofy grin on his face and a thumbs up. He turned to face the big, throbbing, latex covered dick that throbbed at face level, still coated in his crush's spit. He leaned in and opened his maw, glancing up at the large toothy grin of the crocodile. He slowly sank down, watching as those dark green scaled paws started pulling at the more yellow scaled nipples, getting a bit more than halfway down this time. He grunted and pushed himself further, doing his best to relax as his cheeks and throat were stretched obscenely wide.

"Fuck, Brad, your neck looks good with a cock bulging it out." Max said, reaching his paw up and rubbing the coyote's throat.

Brad's ears were burning as he flicked them back, but he pushed himself further down. Until, at long last, his cold nose bumped into Coach's pubic scales.

"That's a good boy." Coach Gallus said, rubbing the coyote's ears.

Brad's tail began thumping on the floor as he pulled back and took a deep breath, and then plunged down again. With a bit of effort, he got back down and held himself there, eyes starting to water, feeling that thick cock throbbing in his throat, ears being rubbed. The feeling of that latex covered dick stretching out his throat did make him choke a bit, but there was an undeniable pleasure to it.

"Fuck..." Coach Gallus groaned as he pulled Brad off his shaft, which bounced and throbbed madly in the air. "I'm close "

Max leaned in next to Brad and started bathing the head of the cock with his tongue and pulled the coyote in to join him. He placed the phone underneath to get an upward angle on the impending orgasm. The crocodile placed one paw on each head and held them close, his breathing growing rapid. The moose and the coyote kissed, licked, and took turns taking the tip into their maws as those dark green thighs quivered. Coach Gallus roared and jizz began spraying into the tip of the condom, filling it quickly and spreading around the shaft.

The pair on their knees were still kissing and kneading the head of the cock with their tongues until Coach finally pulled back. They turned to kiss each other, hips meeting as a brown paw grabbed the pair of hard dicks and began pumping them with the remains of their spit. Both of them moaned into the kiss, though Brad couldn't help but whimper every few moments. Max snorted and pushed forward, forcing the coyote to the floor as he practically laid on top of him.

The crocodile picked up the discarded phone and focused it on the pair, rumbling lowly as his cock slowly wilted. He knelt down and got the pair of cocks in frame. One long the other shorter but with a thick knot, and both of them wrapped in latex and a moose paw that was holding them together as the moose began thrusting into it.

Max grunted into the kiss, Brad seemed to lose his voice as his eyes fluttered, their tongues now resting on each other between their muzzles.

"Fuck!" Max yelled. Brad gasped and shuddered. Cum filled the tips of both condoms, stretching them a bit and swirling around the respective shafts.

The moose relaxed and laid fully on the coyote, pulling his arm free. The canine wrapped his arms around the large cervid. Their breaths mixed as they breathed together.

Coach Gallus stopped the recording, and immediately sent it to his wife. She'd love this. He let the lovebirds lie as he pulled off the filled condom, tied the end with a practiced motion, and tossed it in the bin next to his desk. After pulling his gym shorts back up, he pulled open the cabinet he pulled the original box of condoms out of and rummaged a bit. A few pamphlets, a box of penetrative condoms, a spare bottle of lube, should he throw in a packet of finger condoms? Ah, it couldn't hurt. He stuffed them all in an opaque plastic bag and turned around. Max and Brad had cooled down enough that they were staring into each other's eyes and gently kissing. With a smile, he picked up the oral condom box and stashed that in the bag before he set it on his desk.

"Alright boys, time's up. I've kept you here long enough." He said.

Max and Brad turned to the Coach before looking at themselves. The moose stood up, pulling the condom off his cock and turning around to find his shorts and jockstrap. The coyote sat up and reached for his pants, then reached for his cock and hesitated.

"So, what do we do when we're done? Are these flushable?" Brad asked.

"Nope, they have to go in the trash. And they are technically biohazardous, so I'd tie the end shut. Here." Coach Gallus pushed his tiny trash can forward with a footpaw.

Brad slid the condom off and tied it shut like a balloon before setting it in the bin, Max twisted it into a knot and tossed it. It took a moment for them to get dressed, everyone checking their phones after a few buzzes were heard and Brad taking a bit to get his pants on.

"Alright then, here's your goodie bag." The crocodile passed the white plastic bag to the moose. "Hopefully a nice date between the pair of you will clear everything up and I can see some hustle on the field again!"

"Yeah, thanks Coach." Max said with a soft smile.

"Thanks for everything!" Brad said as he slid under Max's free arm. "I'm kinda hungry, feel like getting a bite?"

"Sure thing, do you like Italian?"

"Oh, that sounds good, I haven't had that in a while."

Coach Gallus watched them walk out of his office with a smile, then pulled out his phone. His wife had texted him back.

"Ah, bringing a young couple together. That's my hubby <3" It read.

The crocodile snorted and began typing. "Love you too, sweetheart <3"