Coach Pike
Here's a fun little story I wrote a couple days ago. Got an idea from a friend and just had to write it down. Just indulgent fun.
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"Brandon, could you at least pretend to pay attention to me and not your phone?"
The donkey sitting in the back of the room, Brandon, jumped and nearly dropped his phone. "Ah, sorry Ms. Escher."
Ms. Escher, a tall and imperious dalmatian just raised one eyebrow at him, and then turned her attention back to the whiteboard where she was presenting some slides in integrals. Today's lesson involved trig functions, much to no one's excitement.
The class only had nine students, as it was a fairly advanced class for high schoolers, and not many were ready for calculus. Ms. Escher was a fantastic teacher, though, and she didn't much care what people were doing in her class as long as they were learning and not disrupting others, though phones were a big pet peeve of hers.
Brandon glanced once more at the picture on his screen before turning his phone off and stuffing it back into the pocket of his jeans, which now felt a size too small.
The donkey had downloaded a hookup app on his phone a month ago, and he'd found some interesting people on there he recognized. One of whom he'd been exchanging pics with ever since for the past couple weeks, making plans to meet and hook up. Only thing was that he hadn't yet told Coach Pike that he was a student; that would change today.
Brandon had been sending pics back and forth with the wolf all morning, getting him as riled up as possible. The latest pic he'd received had been of the wolf's sheath, swollen and sporting four inches of fat, red meat that was already dripping. He would have already gone and jerked off if the donkey hadn't teased him, and told him to try and hold out. Not that it put Brandon in much of a better situation since he'd been straining at his jeans for the past twenty minutes. Good thing it was hot outside, or the scent of musk might be a bit more noticeable.
The donkey had spent a while trying to figure out the best way to corner the wolf at school and get what he wanted from the Coach, and a few simple questions to some of the other teachers had gotten him a good answer and a plan. Brandon didn't have any classes with Coach Pike (or any physical education classes at all this year), and he didn't play any sports. He'd recognized the wolf from the sidelines at some of the football games and asked a few discreet questions on the app to make sure.
Coach Pike was twice his age, tall, fit, and all black fur, except a bit of white around his stomach and groin. He also had a knot that Brandon was dying to get stuck on. Brandon had asked around about when the Coach had a free period during the day, and found where his office was. It was out of the way enough that he could skip class, and ambush the wolf while no one was around.
The donkey stared ahead at the whiteboard, not taking in a single drop of information as Ms. Escher explained more on the subject. His mind was on third period, where, if his plans worked out how he hoped, he'd be squeezing his ass down on that wolf's thick knot. His head was propped up on one of his hands, and the other remained under the desk, stroking over the stiff bulge running down the leg of his jeans.
Only forty minutes until class ended.
Those forty minutes seemed to take an eternity, and Brandon nearly blew his load at one point when his careful rubbing and squeezing was almost too much. A small wet stain on the inside of his thigh wasn't too obvious, but a liberal amount of equine seed gushing down his pantleg and soaking his fur and fabric would probably not go unnoticed. By the time class finally ended, he'd stopped his teasing, and had softened enough to fit back in his pants properly before vacating his seat.
With class having let out, the hallways were absolute chaos, and Brandon had to find his way down four floors to get to where the coach's office was. He couldn't go there right away, of course. Too many people in the halls, and he'd been told that Coach Pike usually grabbed food before going back to his office, anyway. So, Brandon stopped on the first floor and slipped into one of the bathrooms. He got some odd looks from some of the guys that wandered in and out to do their thing, but no one said anything. The donkey just stood at the sinks, back against the counter, playing on his phone to keep himself busy.
The bell chimed to signal that classes had started, and Brandon hiked himself up to sit on the edge of the counter, swinging his hooves back and forth. He went through the pictures the wolf had sent him to pass the time, making sure not to touch himself and get more riled up than he needed to be. He checked himself in the mirror, making sure his short main of brown hair was sticking up the way he liked, and put on his best demure look as practice, in case Coach Pike needed extra convincing. When the time came for his operation to go into full swing, he hopped off the counter and slid into the hallways, glancing both ways before trotting down the stairs to the lower level.
Brandon had scouted these halls earlier in the month since he never had a reason to come down here normally, and getting to the coach's office wasn't hard at all. All the gym teachers and coaches had offices along a back hallway out of sight of the normal routes that kids took.
Coach Pike's was at the very end, and the wooden door was closed. Brandon raised a hand to knock and had to gather his courage to go through with it. Teasing online was one thing, but he couldn't be a hundred percent certain of how the wolf would act. He shook his head, remembered what he wanted, and used that to strengthen his resolve. He knocked.
"Come in," a voice called from inside the office.
Brandon pushed open the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him and staring ahead at the wolf he'd been flirting with the past four weeks. The donkey had only gotten a few good looks at him in person when at the school's football games, and even then, it was mostly his profile. He was much better in person than in pictures. Hard to believe the wolf was in his thirties.
"What can I do for..." Coach Pike's voice trailed off as he looked up, spotting the donkey for the first time. The pencil he'd been holding fell from loose fingers and he stared in utter shock at the student across the small room.
Brandon's mouth suddenly felt dry, but he had a plan, and he had to stick to it. "Well, you'd seemed so worked up today..." Brandon had to lick his lips and swallow just to keep going. "Thought I might drop on by and help you out," he finished, winking at the stunned wolf.
Coach Pike's muzzle was hanging open, his blue eyes wide as he stared at the young donkey. "You... You can't be serious. You're a student here?"
The donkey hooked his thumbs into the beltloops on his jeans, rolling his shoulders in a smooth shrug. It certainly helped his confidence that he hadn't been thrown out or yelled at, and the wolf's shocked expression made pushing him even easier. "I am. And I'm ready to see if you can stuff that knot inside me if you are."
The wolf blinked three times and shook his head, trying to clear the daze of confusion that was still fogging his head. "There's no way. What year are you in?"
"Does that matter?" Brandon asked, his fingers moving to the button on the front of his jeans and popping it open. "You said you were all horned up and ready to stuff that fat knot of yours in me."
Coack Pike pushed himself up from his chair and Brandon could see the clear outline of his erection through the gym shorts he was still wearing from last class. He stalked around the desk, his shocked expression now somewhere between arousal and anger. He grabbed the donkey by the shirt and pulled him close, forcing him to stand on the tips of his hooves. "You. I should... I should turn you in right the fuck now, shouldn't I."
Brandon's confidence wavered ever so slightly, but he reached a paw between them to cup the wolf's balls through his shorts. "Why turn me in when you can breed me like you wanted to?" he asked, his voice a bit smaller than he intended.
The wolf's nostrils flared as he glowered at the donkey. With a rough shove, he slammed the student against the door and pressed his muzzle firmly against the donkey's, growling low into the kiss.
All the wind was knocked from Brandon's lungs as he was slammed into the door, but he'd told Coach Pike that he liked being treated roughly when they were flirting. When those lips met his he moaned and began pawing at the wolf's dick in earnest, feeling it firm under his fingers.
The wolf's tongue slid into the donkey's maw and teased along his tongue before he broke the kiss and snarled into those large, equine ears. "We're going to have a talk after this," he said, hips grinding forward against the donkey's hand.
"Yes, Coach," the donkey breathed, his whole body shivering in excitement. He could tell the wolf was furious, and he knew that all that anger would be focused on his ass in moments.
Coach Pike growled and bit one of the donkey's ears, giving it a tug with his teeth that made the young donkey whimper. When he let go, he grabbed the bottom of the kid's t-shirt and practically tore it up and off, throwing it into the corner. He then hooked his fingers into the waistband of the donkey's jeans and yanked them down along with his underwear. The donkey's fat length slapped against his muzzle, mostly hard already, and the wolf growled low in his throat.
Brandon hadn't talked much to the wolf about anything other than getting plowed and knotted, and he wasn't certain what that growl meant until a large paw gripped his cock right behind the medial ring and lifted it. That black muzzle parted and the black and pink mottled flesh of the donkey's cock slipped between those lips. Brandon groaned in pleasure as half his cock disappeared into the warm maw, and he felt it press down the back of Coach Pike's throat before the wolf pulled off.
"Goddamn donkeys and their big fucking dicks, I swear to god," the coach growled as he stared at the large rod in his paw. He pressed his lips to the side of it, halfway down, and then gave it a quick, hard nip. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to make its owner yelp in surprise more than anything. The wolf stood up and loomed over the donkey, eyes still burning with a mix of rage and excitement. "On your knees, kid."
Brandon melted to his knees and buried his muzzle into the front of the wolf's gym shorts. He could smell the sweat and musk that the wolf had acquired from running around outside with students while they exercised, and it made his senses go wild. He mouthed over the outer mesh of those shorts, tracing along the hard ridge of the wolf's cock before finally pulling them down and out of the way.
The only white on Coach Pike was his belly and sheath, the latter of which flopped forward, swollen and damp with pre and sweat. He pressed his face against it, knowing he'd smell like it for the rest of the day, but not caring. The tip drooled pre along his short, gray coat while he dragged his snout across it. When his lips finally met the pink flesh he pressed it between his lips and dove forward, tongue darting out to slide inside the sheath in front of his nose, teasing the hidden knot within.
Black paws grabbed both of the donkey's ears and pulled him closer, mashing that sheathed knot against the donkey's lips. His knot wasn't fully grown, and he forced it between the kid's lips, watching it peel back in the process. The donkey gagged slightly as he buried his entire bone down the gray muzzle, balls resting on his chin. He could feel the student's tongue tracing along the underside of his shaft while those lips mouthed his growing knot. It felt good, and perhaps another time he'd force the donkey to stay there until his mouth was knotted, but he wanted something different.
Brandon was enjoying the heavy, musky taste of the wolf's cock, swallowing around it as it pulsed against his tongue. His hands ran along the wolf's calves, one moving up to cup the weighty sac against his chin. He didn't get much time to suck on it before a fistful of his hair was grabbed and he was tugged back off the thick, canine length.
"On your feet, come on," Coach Pike said, grabbing the donkey by one arm and pulling him up. He looked back at his desk and then gave Brandon a shove. "Around. Let's go." His desk had too much stuff on the edge of the desk, but the front was clear enough for what he wanted.
Brandon half expected the dramatic arm-sweep across the desk's surface that would send everything clattering to the floor, but the wolf only closed his laptop and moved it to one corner, then grabbed a handful of paperwork and dropped it on the floor at the side. Without anything else important in the way, Brandon felt a large paw on the back of his neck shove him down and against the desk.
"I hope you're ready for this, because I don't plan on being gentle after that stunt you pulled," the wolf growled into those big, gray ears.
The donkey reached across the desk and gripped the edge, careful not to knock over any of the trays or cups full of pens and pencils. He let out a soft whine and pretended to struggle. "P-please. Go easy on me?" he asked, trying to put as much false innocence into his voice as he could manage.
Coach Pike growled and nipped one of those ears. "Please what?"
That really did make the donkey whine; he'd have to come down here for this again. "Please, Coach?"
The wolf chuckled and stood up, then slapped his paw down hard on the donkey's right ass cheek. "Not a chance," he said.
Brandon took a quick breath and let it out, relaxing as he felt the tapered tip of the wolf's cock press at his ring before spearing forward. He'd lubed himself up while waiting to come down to the wolf's office, and practiced plenty with a toy, and some other guys he'd met online, but it still stung like a bitch whenever the wolf slammed into him. Coach Pike's knot wasn't fully inflated yet, and it was shoved forward hard, popping inside audibly and making the donkey let out a soft cry of alarm.
Coach Pike's eyes closed and he reveled in the tightness of donkey's passage clamping down on him. It gripped him like a glove, and he ground his hips forward before tugging back. His knot was swelling fast from the teasing earlier in the day, and the warmth around it, so it took some effort to tug back. When he thrust forward again, it mashed up against the donkey's pucker, spreading it, but not enough to slip all the way inside.
"C-Coach," Brandon whimpered, his cock still rock hard against the underside of the wolf's desk. The pain somehow made the whole ordeal better.
"You're such a bad fucking kid," the wolf snarled, one paw gripping the back of the donkey's neck, keeping him pinned on the table, while the other dug its claws in at his hip. "Coming in here. Pulling that crazy shit. Trying to get me in trouble." As he spoke, he thrust back and forth, watching his knot swell and bang against the stretched ring. His balls smacked the donkey's pair, the only part of his package bigger than the equine, and the rhythmic slapping was a nice accompaniment to the pained whimpers of the student beneath him.
Brandon bit down on his lip to keep from crying out louder than he should. The rough treatment was making his blood boil and he knew he'd be jerking off in the bathroom before his next class started, regardless of whether or not he came from this. It would be a nightly fantasy for weeks. The wolf's cock was mashing his buttons just right, and the soreness from being taken so hard made him crave for when that knot would finally lock them together. "I-I didn't mean to," he stammered, playing his part for both their enjoyment. The taboo of the whole thing only made it hotter for him, and he suspected it turned the wolf on, too.
Coach Pike huffed and hunched over the younger donkey, hammering into him. He muttered something unintelligible and pressed his muzzle between the donkey's shoulder blades, hot breaths puffing out against the donkey's short coat of fur. Nearly all the actual anger he felt had been replaced by sheer pleasure as he buried himself in the donkey over and over. He didn't get to be rough with people very often, and it felt great having his balls slap almost-painfully against the students as he picked up speed.
The donkey's legs felt like jelly, and it was all he could do to keep himself upright enough to stay bent over the desk. The sharp edge of the surface was digging into his lower stomach, and he knew he'd have a bruise, but it would just be a reminder of how great the afternoon had turned out. He wanted to reach down and jerk himself off, but it wasn't possible with the desk in his way. The wolf's cock felt amazing, but he wasn't certain he could get off from it; he'd never managed with his toys before, though he could stay right on the edge for hours.
The wolf's thrust started to lose their rhythm, becoming more erratic as his peak drew closer. His knot was swollen obscenely, and when he straightened back up, he could see it press the donkey's ring in more and more each time. He redoubled his focus and slammed forward, moving the desk an inch at a time across the concrete floor. "G-gonna... knot you," he warned, both paws gripping the donkey's hips and digging claws in.
Brandon had been waiting for this for weeks, and he relaxed his pucker as much as he could. He let out a shaky breath and clung to the edge of the desk, knuckles white under his grey fur; those were going to be sore for a while, too. A particularly hard thrust made him gasp and rear his head up, but the thick knot pulled back, only having made it halfway.
Coach Pike felt his balls draw up as he neared his peak and he shoved hard once, twice, three times, before his knot finally slipped just past the apex and continued past the previously-tight ring to lock them together. He had to lean over and bite down on the donkey's shoulder to keep from howling in pleasure as his hips ground his knot deeper, orgasm wracking his body. Cum gushed out into the donkey's passage, filling him to the brim, sealed by the wolf's engorged flesh.
Brandon cried out in pain as he felt that knot finally break through. The pain lit his senses on fire and he knew he probably wouldn't be taking any toys for a couple days. He loved every second of it. He could feel the cock inside him throbbing hard, pressing on his prostate and teasing him at the edge of his own orgasm without pushing him over.
The wolf's legs were shaking from exertion and the pleasure of emptying his balls into the young student, but a quick knock at his door sent his mind scrambling in a dozen different directions.
"Josh, it's me!" a man's voice called through the door.
Brandon's head jerked up as he heard the knock, then voice, and his eyes went wide, not sure what to do.
Coach Pike stared in horror at the door, his cock still pulsing inside the donkey's passage. Without thinking, he pulled the donkey away from the edge of the table, put a paw on the back of his head, and shoved down hard. In the same movement he pulled his chair from behind and sat down, rolling forward and forcing Brandon to fall forward in the tight confines under the desk. The donkey's muscles tugged pleasantly on his knot, and he tried to keep from moaning as he rode out his orgasm.
"Come in," he said, voice hoarse. "Don't. Move," he growled at the donkey under his desk.
Brandon held back a grunt of discomfort as he was suddenly shoved under the desk, his body curling in on itself. He wasn't too flexible, there wasn't a lot of room, and he was still tied ass to groin with the older wolf above him. His butt was pressed up against the underside of the desk, knees uncomfortably bent while he tried to keep himself from falling completely forward. Meanwhile, his upper body was curled in a way that left the back of his neck and shoulders on the ground, completely upside down. Despite the strain it put on all of his muscles, one positive note was that it pressed the head of his flared cock against the underside of his muzzle. He couldn't quite stuff it in his maw in this position, but when he flexed it, the head rubbed nicely against the soft fur of his throat.
The door opened and a tan kangaroo strode in, a smile across his muzzle. He had long, brown hair tied up in a tail and was wearing similar attire to the wolf; a shirt and gym shorts with the school's logo. "Hey! Was just checking to see if you'd made up your mind on where to get dinner."
Coach Pike-Josh-just blinked up at the kangaroo, mind trying to cobble together coherent thoughts while his dick still twitched and spat cum into the student under his desk. "D-Daryl... look, this... this isn't a good time," he managed to say.
The kangaroo tilted his head as he grabbed the chair across from the wolf and sat down. "Is something wrong?"
The wolf grit his teeth, having to fight every moan that wanted to escape from his muzzle. "I just have... a lot going on right now. Today. Um, you should p-pick dinner."
"You were so adamant about picking, because I picked the last two times," Daryl said, frowning over at the wolf. "Are you sure you're okay? You look like you just came in from running a marathon."
Brandon listened to the exchange going on above him, trying to keep from wiggling around too much. Despite his own earlier estimations, the way the wolf's knot was pressing on his prostate, and the way he couldn't help but keep flexing his dick against his neck fur, he was going to blow any second. He knew he shouldn't, and he should just stay still, but it felt so damn good. The short hairs around his neck tickled the edge of his flare just enough. He grit his teeth and held his breath as he felt himself teeter on the edge and then tip over it.
In the tight confines of the desk, the sound of cum splashing against his neck and muzzle sounded loud. He thought he could literally hear his urethra expand as it sprayed another rope of cum into his fur. Brandon's mind swam, and the awkward position, which already made it hard to breathe, and had blood pounding in his head, nearly made him black out from the sheer, overwhelming pleasure. His passage clamped down harder on the thick knot inside him, then began contracting repeatedly.
"I-it's fine, you c-can... can pick," Josh said, trying to keep a straight face as he felt the donkey's passage clamp down on him. He was still throbbing and the extra sensation made him want to thrust forward, but he knew that wouldn't be possible.
"Hon, are you sure you're doing alright?" the kangaroo asked, clearly concerned. "You don't exactly look well."
Coach Pike shook his head, inhaling sharply. "F-fine. You should... Should go."
Brandon felt the thick knot inside him shift, his tailhole no longer able to squeeze down as hard now that he'd came. He could feel it starting to pull back, the weird position they were in pulling too much on it. 'No, no no... hold it in,' Brandon pleaded with himself. 'Just a bit longer.'
"Go? Why? If you're not feeling well, then I want to help. Here," Daryl stood up and leaned across the desk, the back of his palm moving towards the wolf's forehead.
"No!" the wolf said, pulling his head back, causing the chair to roll a few inches in the same direction.
That was all it took. With a wet slop, the wolf's swollen knot pulled free from the donkey's ass, slapping the underside of the desk with a wet thump. The motion made the donkey's legs go out, and his hooves caught the base of the chair, forcing it even further back. With Daryl positioned half over the desk, he looked down to see the wolf's cock drag against the underside of the desk before flopping up and away, a rope of cum splashing up against his arm and shirt. The wolf fell back in his chair, hard, cum-covered cock now laying against his stomach and drooling the last dregs of cum against the fabric.
Daryl stared in utter disbelief at the scene from where he stood. His boyfriend was sitting half naked in a chair, hard and knotted, and the bottom half of a donkey was sticking out from under the desk, tail listing to one side and a healthy amount of what he presumed to be Josh's cum leaking from a stretched hole. He and the wolf shared everything, and he'd known about the young donkey that Josh had been flirting with, but he hadn't thought it was a student.
Coach Pike had an arm draped across his face, glad that his black fur could hide the intense blush that was burning his cheeks. "Fuck," he muttered, shaking his head.
"Holy. Shit," the kangaroo said, looking between the two for a few seconds before hurriedly going and locking the office door. He then walked around behind the desk to get a better look. "Holy. Fucking. Shit."
Brandon's body ached all over, and his cock was currently mashed against the cold, concrete floor beneath him. He turned over slowly, looking up to see Coach Townsend, the girls' soccer coach, staring down at him.
Daryl licked his lips and shook his head, trying to think of how to process this. He thought he should probably be upset for one reason or another, but all he could think about was how hot it had been to find them like this. When the donkey rolled over, and he saw the puddle of cum the kid was laying in, and that large, equine shaft laying across his stomach, he shuddered.
Josh peeked out from under his arm to look up at his boyfriend, noticing the lust in his eyes. "He's... he's uh," the wolf coughed and then let out a short laugh. "All lubed up for round two, if you want."
Brandon's eyes widened and he looked from the wolf back to the kangaroo. He tried his sultry, demure look from earlier, and smiled. "Please, Coach?" he asked.
One of Daryl's paws moved to the front of his gym shorts where he was already half-hard. He snorted and then took a step back, kicking his shorts and underwear off before moving back over. He wheeled the wolf's chair away so he could get on the floor behind the donkey. With one last look back at the wolf he shook his head. "We're going to have a talk after this," he said.
Brandon snickered as he the kangaroo's paws helped him turn onto his back." Coach Pike said the same th-thing!" his words cut off as he felt the kangaroo press into him. He'd only gotten a glance at the roo's equipment, but it looked to be a bit thicker than the wolf's, if you didn't count the knot, and uncut. It slid in rather easily, though his poor, abused hole was already aching.
Coach Pike sat in his office chair, idly stroking his cock while he watched his boyfriend start humping away at the donkey. He knew that talk later would likely involve that thick member under his own tail before they got dinner, and he looked forward to it.
Daryl watched his cock disappear into the slick hole, wolf cum leaking out over his shaft and getting on his thighs. He was tempted to try and drag things out, and enjoy the donkey, but kneeling on the concrete and rocking back in forth was less than pleasant. He focused on getting off as fast as he could, and watching the donkey's fat dick bounce around with each wet thrust made it easier.
Brandon whined and let his head roll to the side on the cum-slick floor, barely having to fake any of the soft whimpers that drove older guys wild. It definitely hurt, but he didn't mind. It would only make the fantasy of this later all the better. "Coach Townsend," he cried, paws gripping the lower edge of the desk he'd been pressed against moments earlier.
When Daryl felt his edge approaching, he pulled out and grabbed his dick behind his uncut head, stroking rapidly. He grunted and closed one eye as he pushed himself to completion. Ropes of cum spat from the head of his hooded dick and landed over the student's stomach, chest, and cock. He aimed the last few across the donkey's heavy sac, enjoying the sight of his seed splash over that dark, leathery skin.
Brandon felt like jerking off again right then and there, but his body ached all over, and he was too exhausted to move just yet. He just watched as the roo unloaded all over him, making a sticky mess of his torso and junk.
Coach Pike was squeezing at his knot while he watched, still sensitive, but greatly enjoying the show. "Have fun?" he asked his partner.
Daryl looked up at the wolf and snorted as if to say, "duh." He pushed himself to his feet, wincing at his sore knees. "Next time... I'm not going to be kneeling on fucking concrete. That hurt."
Brandon lifted his head from the ground and looked up at the kangaroo. "Next time?" His large, grey ears perked up and he grinned at the two coaches.
The kangaroo glared back at the donkey, but he didn't have it in him to be mean. He looked over to Joshua, who just smiled sheepishly and let out a goofy chuckle. Daryl huffed and lifted his chin proudly. "Yes. Next time."