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Alan walked into his office that morning with a smile he could not keep off his face. Everything seemed a little brighter today. The weather was gorgeous for August, a nice crisp hint of fall to come, with the sun in the sky but a cool breeze keeping off the worst of the heat. He hummed a song under his breath as he grabbed his mug and headed towards the kitchenette, hoping somebody had made coffee.

Elita was there when he swung in the doorway. The tigress glanced over her shoulder and saw him, then grimaced apologetically and put down the empty coffee pot after pouring the last into her own mug. "Sorry Alan, I just finished it off. Let me brew another one."

Alan shrugged good naturedly, already pulling out the grounds from the cabinet. "No need, I've got it." He bustled around, grabbing a filter and setting the pot to fill with water. He was humming again when he heard his name.

"Earth to Alan!" The otter spun around. Elita was still there, and now Ron had joined her. Elita leaned over to the marmoset and said "See? Somebody looks like a cat who's been at the cream!" Alan blushed as his two coworkers chuckled.

"I don't know what you're talking about." he said loftily, turning back to the coffee.

Elita exchanged a knowing glance with Ron. "Yes of course. Everybody is always so cheerful on Wednesday mornings."

Alan turned back around. "Well why not? Beautiful weather, everyone coming back from vacations, no crushing deadlines on my plate -"

"Cut the bullshit Alan. Who's the lucky guy, huh?" Ron cut in. He smirked at the otter.

Alan tried to maintain his dignity as coffee started to drip into the pot. He was trapped til it finished. "Just because I'm not miserable at work doesn't mean there's a guy involved."

Elita gave him a look of pity, as if she found his attempt at nonchalance laughable. "Alan, you're not 'not miserable', you're humming, happily making coffee, ignoring people around you, and wearing cologne. Not to mention your groomed fur and the nice watch you only wear for special meetings."

Alan glanced down at himself. When she put it like that, Alan suddenly felt like he was wearing a sign saying 'I Have a Date Tonight', or maybe 'I Just Had Sex'.

Looking back up, Alan conceded the point to Elita and simply said "His name is Mason, and we're going on a date tonight." He turned back around to start pouring his drink.

"There, was that so hard?" Alan kept forward.

Ron came up next to him with his empty mug. "You know Elita, I get all that, but don't you have your new coaching job right after work Alan?" Alan tilted his head and nodded. "Well then, your date isn't going to see you all freshened up after you get all sweaty and tired playing soccer."

The marmoset's face darkened. "Unless they're at the coaching job. You're not dating a college student are you?"

Elita's face mirrored Alan's own shock and the otter quickly said "No no no, its not like that its..." Alan sighed and hung his head. Fifteen minutes in the office and all his secrets laid bare for gossip. "It's the other coach. Mason is the head coach for the soccer team." Still, Alan thought, he'd rather not have people think he was dating college kids at 28.

If he thought that would stop the questions, he was wrong. "Your boss?!" Elita squeaked, her whiskers going up in excitement. Alan winced and she leaned in to say more quietly "You're dating your new boss Alan?"

Ron leaned in from the other side. Trapped, Alan shook his head violently. "No! Well, yes, cause I'm the assistant, but he doesn't sign my paychecks or give me promotions or anything."

The marmoset leaned back and said "Forget that - you started that job Monday!"

Alan looked around and grabbed his mug. Then, trying to escape with what remained of his dignity, he practically ran out of the kitchenette.

Alan breathed a sigh of relief as he pulled into his parking spot at the college. He'd tried to stay in his cubicle today, but gossip had spread like wildfire. Thankfully his coworkers had been nice about it, but every question or sideways look made him think. Was this too fast? He had only met Mason on Monday. They were coworkers. They barely knew each other!

A part of Alan pointed out that he probably should have thought of that before he sucked him off last night in the locker room showers, but well, neither of them had been thinking with their brains then. And that was a good thing because last night had been hot, probably the hottest of Alan's life.

Alan looked down at his lap and sighed. He would have to be better about this. What if one of the students saw him or Mason getting boned up? That would not do.

A few minutes later, having calmed his boner with the power of trying to remember boring reports from work, he walked into the locker room. He made sure he arrived before most of the students so he could change in peace and help Mason get set up. When he pushed open the door, he heard the sound of a locker opening.

Walking over confidently, he swung around the last wall into the lockers and opened his mouth to say hello. Instead of Mason however, it was Ralph, the goalie. The brown bear had just closed his locker and was sitting down on the bench to put his cleats on. He looked up at Alan in surprise as the otter came into view.

The bear relaxed. "Oh hey Coach Alan. You scared me a little running in here like that." Alan closed his mouth and looked around. The place was otherwise empty.

"Uh sorry Ralph, I thought Coach Mason was gonna be here."

"Oh, he was in here when I arrived but he was all done changing so he cleared out and went to the field."

Alan blinked. "Oh ok. Thanks for letting me know." The otter found his normal locker and started getting changed. Apparently, he still was not thinking with his brain, because he just realized how much he had wanted to see the big moose. It didn't seem to matter that he was going out there in a minute. He had wanted to see him now, and privately before the students were around.

Wow, Alan thought to himself. I really have got it bad.

Alan walked out to the pitch with Ralph, meeting Coach Mason checking all of the soccer balls and getting out a pump for the ones that needed it. As they got close, Alan opened his mouth to call out but the bear beat him to it.

"Hey Coach, your offer of some one on one time before practice still good?" Alan closed his mouth. He had wanted to call out something fairly similar. Mason looked up and saw them both. Alan met his eyes and in just that moment, he saw a light like what he had seen last night, kneeling in front of the man in the showers while Mason took charge. And Alan knew they were most definitely still on for tonight.

Mason turned away to Ralph immediately, but Alan's heart lifted. His doubts floated away. No man could give him a look like that and not feel something connecting them.The otter smiled. He was looking forward to tonight once again. The otter watched, content, as Mason walked towards the goal with the bear. Alan shook his head, and then tried to shift his focus back to soccer. This was a job, after all.

Within a few minutes, the team had all arrived and the practice proper began. Alan, mindful of discussions with Mason yesterday, started to pay close attention to the wings. He saw the moose was right - the team was too used to just pushing the ball up the middle of the field, at least partly because their outside midfielders were being lazy and not running enough up and down the field.

The otter set himself to the task of shaping up their midfield, and before he knew it, Mason was calling a halt. The captain quickly pulled everyone in for their standard cooldown, and at long last, Alan joined Mason at the back for some semblance of privacy.

The big moose was grinning at him, his tight red shirt sticking to his body from sweat. Alan was aware of his own shirt sticking to his body. Ron had been right - none of his careful grooming this morning was evident anymore, let alone his cologne. As Alan approached, the moose did a couple quick squats, shaking out his thick legs in preparation for some jogging. He waved to the otter and said "Coach Alan, how was practice? These guys giving you any trouble?" He gave a mock glare at the students closest to them.

One of the outside midfielders turned at the comment and complained "Us, give him trouble? He's running us ragged on the outside, Coach!"

Mason kept his glare on as he replied "Sounds like you are giving him trouble then Mark, by complaining and being out of shape." The raccoon's buddies started jostling him at Mason's reply, but the captain called out the start of the jog and everyone fell into pairs.

Mason glanced over as they ran, a slight smile still on his face. Alan's heart fluttered, but he tried to keep things professional out here. "How about you, Coach Mason? What's Ralph need one on one time for anyway? He's our best goalie."

"He'll only stay the best if he keeps working at it!" Mason scoffed. "The guy needs more work on getting low balls. He was asking me for tips since I'm tall as well, and it's not a problem Jerome has."

Alan couldn't keep his lips from twitching. "You're teaching your students how to grab low hanging balls?"

The moose's head snapped sideways, but Alan kept forward. Ahead of them he heard some chuckles from the students closest to them. They weren't high schoolers, but most guys still appreciated the finer things in life, like ball jokes.

The head coach turned forwards again and said "Since I'm an expert in low-hangers, yes, I am giving him some tips."

This time Alan was quieter as he jogged a step closer to Mason and said "So long as you're not giving him the tip, coach."

As he jogged back into place, Mason shook his head, his antlers swinging on his head, and said "You've got a dirty mind, Coach Alan. You're fitting right into this team."

With practice finished, the team streamed back towards their building while Alan helped Mason lock up. This was quickly becoming a nice ritual for them. A good day's work, a slow walk together, and then - Alan licked his lips - the showers. His panic and confusion of just two days ago seemed like a distant memory, when he was scared for the head coach to see him with a boner. Now, he knew he was in high demand with the moose.

As they started to leisurely walk back to the lockers, Mason put his hands in his pockets. He looked nervous, but Alan was starting to recognize that part of Mason better. The moose bounced between the confident head coach, the nervous schoolboy with a crush, and one of Alan's new favorites, the dominant sexy stud. Right now, the coach was looking anywhere but at Alan and taking a deep breath to prepare himself.

Alan waited patiently. Finally, Mason asked "So... are we still on for, uh, tonight? After we clean up and all that I mean." Alan opened his mouth to reply, but Mason rushed on, saying "I mean, I want to, but I know last night was kinda rushed and a little out of nowhere, and I wasn't sure if you changed your mind after you slept on it, or maybe started uh, thinking with your head, and if it was just a spur of the moment thing, which is fine, but I wanted you to know that -"

"Yes." Alan cut in. He stopped and faced Mason directly, a little ways from the building still. "Yes, Mason, we are still on for tonight." He smiled at the moose, then turned and kept walking. Mason quickly took a step, his long legs covering the short distance between them again.

"Great! That's great, that's... that makes me happy." The two of them walked in silence until they were close enough to say goodbye to the students who were leaving the building. As they entered the locker room, a few stragglers were still dressing after their own showers. The two coaches headed straight for their lockers as the last few guys walked out, saying goodbye.

Alan stopped for a moment, then discreetly walked past Mason to the row of lockers that blocked line of sight into the showers and toilets. He didn't see or hear anyone else. As he walked back to his locker, Mason was pulling off his shirt. As he pulled his arms out of the sleeves and ripped open the velcroed side, Alan slowed down and took a deep, appreciative breath.

Mason stopped in the act of disrobing and glanced at Alan, one eyebrow raised. "You gonna make a comment about how much I sweat again today, even with the breeze?" Alan glanced around once more, but they were alone.

He leaned in, still a little embarrassed despite their intimate debauchery last night, and said "Actually, its kinda hot." Mason stared at him, expressionless. Alan blushed and started to pull back but Mason reached out a big hand and placed it on his shoulder before he could move away.

Slowly, without saying anything, the moose lifted his other arm above his head. Alan couldn't help admiring the handsome stud. He kept even his upper body in shape, despite the years putting a bit of a gut on him. As he was staring, the otter felt pressure on his shoulder as Mason pulled him closer and leaned down a little to push Alan right into his armpit.

Just before his face was mashed in, Mason stopped pulling, but Alan pressed his nose forward and breathed in, a deep, shuddery breath. The aroma was intoxicating. This moose - his moose - was everything he fantasized about, and he was hot and sweaty and smelled like a man, a real stud. It was fresh too, not some day old, never showered BO. This was the result of hard work and passion. The musk washed away every other thought the otter had. He pressed his face forward, only for Mason to lower his arm and gently pull him away.

Alan felt like he was coming out of a dream for a second. Mason's eyes were on him, sparkling with laughter, before they looked down. That damn eyebrow went up again. "Wow Alan, you weren't kidding about finding that hot." Alan followed the look down and saw his shorts tenting out from his body.

Alan shrugged. They were getting past embarrassment. "There's not a lot of things about you I don't find hot, Mason. This is probably gonna be a common sight."

"I can see that. I'm gonna have to remember that. I think I could have wrapped you around my finger with a few more huffs."

The otter gave him a small smile. "I'll wrap myself around any part of you, stud." The moose snorted. Alan's smile widened as the black shorts the coach wore twitched at the crotch.

Mason gestured downwards. "Now look what you've done. Unlike some people, my jock won't survive a full boner, so you'll have to excuse me while I take these off." The moose deliberately turned back to the lockers and shucked off his shorts, leaving his ass framed by the straps of his jock. He looked over his shoulder and continued, saying "I got us a reservation at six, but that means no more horseplay."

Alan rolled his eyes, but he walked to his locker and started to strip. "Is mooseplay ok?" he teased. He pulled off his own jock strap and closed his locker to see Mason disappearing around the corner to the showers, shaking his head and antlers at the bad joke.

Alan quickly followed. Mason had turned on a shower head right next to him. Mindful of the time, Alan really did try to focus on just cleaning, but it was hard to ignore the large cock at half mast that kept flinging water on him whenever Mason turned around. His own cock was rock hard, but he supposed it took a little more effort to get the big moose fully hard. If he had a dick like that a boner would probably knock him unconscious from blood loss.

Despite the mooseplay, they both quickly soaped and scrubbed through the shower. Alan was getting ready to finish up when Mason tapped his shoulder. The moose offered him a shampoo bottle with a wicked grin and said "Hey Alan, I've got a hot date tonight. Could you get my back so I'm really all clean?"

Alan took the bottle as Mason turned around. As he squirted some on his hand, he joked "I'll need a stepladder for your shoulders." He was only half joking, since he could reach them if he stretched, but Mason quickly knelt down.

He turned his head and asked "Better?"

Alan swallowed and stepped up, straddling the moose's legs. He started to slowly rub in the shampoo, starting in the center and working outwards in big circles. Mason tilted his head forward so his antlers weren't in the way. Alan marveled at the feeling of the coach's muscles underneath his fur. It was so different from his own, which was sleek and a little oily. Mason's fur was thick, but even wet he could tell it was coarser and each hair a little thicker.

He traced the moose's delts, then slowly moved to the shoulders. Even kneeling, the moose was a big man, so Alan stepped forward as he rubbed up Mason's neck. His own hard cock rested in the center of Mason's back, and Alan pressed forward, leaning into and over the coach, starting to hump ever so slightly as his dick was pressed between their bodies.

He heard Mason's steady breathing pick up a little as Alan moved his fingertips up the moose's neck, onto his head, and lightly traced towards the base of his antlers. Mindful of the response last night, the otter made sure his touch was soft and sensual. Mason let out a little moan at the sensation. Alan marveled at the feeling of standing over this studly specimen, making him sound off in pleasure with a touch.

Before he could do more, Mason shook himself a little, then pushed back against the otter to stand. "Right, much as I want that to continue, we are on a schedule." He spun around to face Alan, his member flinging a stream of water across the otter's chest. Mason was definitely hard now, and a stream of precum dribbled persistently out of the tip. Alan leaned forward, but Mason stopped him with a word.

"No. Turn around and I'll do your back." Hearing the command in his voice, Alan looked up. The moose had that hungry light in his eyes. He wanted this badly too, but he was in control now, and the otter would have to listen.

As Alan turned he said "This teasing is something else. I think you could probably shampoo my back with just your pre." As he finished, he felt something hot, hard, and a little slippery touch his body. He felt it slide up and along his back as Mason stepped forward. Without thinking, Alan thrust his ass out and arched his back, gyrating a little. He was rewarded when he felt something warm and sticky land on his shoulder.

Mason was huffing behind him as he started to rub shampoo into Alan's back. "Much as I want to, we'll be here another ten minutes cleaning you up if I blow my load. So I'm gonna do it right and buy you dinner first, but trust me when I say you're getting more than precum tonight."

Alan slowly turned around, letting that dick trail over his body, until he was face to face with Mason. He reached out and grabbed that big dick with both hands, on either side of the medial ring. "Promise?"

The moose snorted and huffed, bucking his hips involuntarily. "Promise. Your ass is mine tonight." He suddenly took a step back, sliding backwards out of the otter's grip. "Goddamn Alan, you push every button I have. Stay over there, because if I get in reach of you we are not making it to dinner."

Alan smirked. "You say the nicest things. But you're right."

He watched as Mason turned off his shower. "I gotta take a leak. Be right back."

As the moose walked away Alan watched with interest, then said "I don't think there's any toilets on the ceiling."

Mason let out a frustrated growl as he went past the wall separating the showers and toilets. "Real funny. Go get dressed so I can wine and dine you."

Alan tossed off a mock salute and turned off his shower. He had to go get ready for the date, and that meant some time by the lockers before Mason arrived. It wouldn't do for the moose to see him getting set for what came after dinner.

The tiny parking lot was about half full as Alan pulled into a spot. He and Mason had agreed it made more sense to drive separately on their date. They both still had work tomorrow so they'd need their cars wherever they spent the night. The otter tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he thought about that. They were going to spend the night together, but where? Frankly, Alan wasn't sure his house was built to the big moose's specifications. He'd have to ask.

He climbed out of his car and took a few moments to straighten his clothes. He hadn't put on anything too fancy, just a nice dark gray polo and some khakis. His date had been wearing similar, except his was a pastel red and buttoned all the way up to help with donning the shirt when antlers got in the way.

He didn't actually know what car Mason drove - they parked in separate lots, and Mason had run back to his office, promising he'd meet Alan at the restaurant. The reservation was in the moose's name, so Alan loitered just outside the door. Mason's chosen spot for wining and dining was a tiny little Italian place he'd never even noticed, despite driving past this area regularly. The otter doubted there could be more than 15 tables inside, but he much preferred a well run local spot to some chain.

As he was looking around, he heard the low rumble of a truck, and turned around as a large, slightly beat up pickup pulled into the small parking lot. The paintjob was a dark red, but it looked faded and a little dull. Alan watched as Mason unfolded himself from the cab. Big though the truck was, the moose and his antlers had to squeeze a little to fit in there.

Alan had thought he was past his nervousness. He wasn't a high schooler on his first date anymore. Besides, he'd already gotten to a few bases with him - like their first kiss, or shooting cum all over each other - so what was there to be nervous about? But as the handsome moose walked over, that big beautiful smile spreading across his face, Alan felt butterflies in his stomach. He wanted this date to go well.

As Mason reached him, still smiling, the moose stepped forward and hugged him. Alan was unprepared, and felt the breath squeeze out of him, despite the coach's attempt to be gentle. Mason had to bend down to hug him, but he didn't just lift the otter off the ground this time. Alan belatedly stretched his arms out and hugged back. After another moment, Mason stepped back.

He studied Alan critically. "Too much?"

The otter shook his head. "Definitely not. We're on a date! I was just a little spaced out and wasn't ready."

Mason nodded. "Then I'll let you make the next move. I know I can be a little... much." He winked at Alan. Thankful there was nobody else outside the small restaurant to see his blush, the otter nodded, then turned towards the doors. He opened one and gestured grandly with one arm.

"I believe you have the reservations, so please, after you." The moose stepped through. Despite the place's small overall size, it had been built with large anthros in mind, and his antlers didn't give him trouble. He chatted with the hostess and they were seated at there table before they could blink. Sitting down, Alan sucked in a breath. His preparations for after dinner were going to bite him in the ass - literally.

Alan picked up his menu and started to peruse it, hoping Mason hadn't seen or guessed.. He knew browsing the menu was mostly pointless for him. His basic ass always got the chicken parmesan first time at Italian places. He blinked at the array of pasta, meats, fish, and other dishes on display. He narrowed his eyes, looking for his chosen meal, before spotting it all the way at the bottom of the entrees, as though the chef had only begrudgingly put it on there.

He glanced at the soups and appetizers, but he wasn't particularly hungry even after practice. The complimentary bread and included salad with his meal was usually plenty. He put the menu down and looked up at Mason to see the moose sitting with his hands under his chin, watching him.

Alan raised his own eyebrow in mimicry of Mason. "See something you'd like to order?"

The head coach grinned. "Oh yes. Over easy, please." His eyes seemed to sparkle at the joke.

Alan grinned in return. He leaned back in his chair and said "So I'm easy, huh? I thought buying me dinner first makes that untrue."

Mason nodded and replied "Normally, it would." He raised a finger and wagged it back and forth at the otter. "Except I didn't have to buy you dinner the first time."

Blushing, Alan opened his mouth to respond right as the waiter walked up, a handsome wolf in a white shirt and simple black tie. " What can I get you gentlemen to drink?" he asked.

Alan just got water, but Mason ordered a peach bellini. Once the waiter had left, Alan leaned forward again to talk to Mason. "I think we need some equality in this budding relationship. If I'm easy for what happened last night, so are you. I don't remember much of a fuss being raised." The otter glanced around quickly to make sure no one was near. "In fact, I don't remember it taking very long either."

The moose laughed, nodding his head in agreement. "That's fair," he said. "I guess we were both a little uninhibited. As for the length of the session, well, we can make up for lost time tonight."

"Promise?"

"Absolutely not." He pointed a finger at the otter. "That was a threat. I hope your head coach excuses you from hard running at practice tomorrow."

Smirking, Alan waggled his eyebrows. "Oh don't worry about that old blowhard. I bet I can squeeze some leniency out of him. Maybe something else too."

The waiter returned with their drinks, and the two coaches placed their orders. Alan got his chicken parmesan and a side salad, but Mason ordered bruschetta, a bowl of wedding soup, chicken marsala, and a side salad! Alan watched as the waiter disappeared, then turned to his date. The moose shrugged. "I'm a big guy. Takes a lot to keep me going. You're welcome to share the bruschetta or try anything I ordered though."

Alan shook his head in disbelief. "I probably won't even be able to finish my own dinner, let alone have some of yours. How did your parents afford to raise you? I can only imagine what you ate like as a teenager."

Smiling, Mason sipped his drink and leaned back. "Well, family of moose, they kind of knew what to expect. My dad can still probably pack away more than me." He snorted. "'Course, my dad's got a gut - sorry, a six pack of rolls, as he calls it. Probably not my ideal body model." He must have seen Alan's eyes drift towards Mason's own stomach, because he crossed his arms defensively. "A gut bigger than mine, I mean. A lot bigger."

A warm glow settled over Alan as the two of them started chatting. He felt it was so easy to go back and forth with the big hunk. He smiled at Mason and said "Relax, stud. I'm into it just the way it is. I can tell your six pack is just in hiding." As the moose seemed to take that in and lower his crossed arms, Alan couldn't resist adding "Maybe witness protection. Or like, sleeper agents."

Mason gave him a mock scowl. "Flattery would get you everywhere, but I have my dignity. At least I'll still be able to run off dinner tomorrow afternoon."

Alan waved the comment off. "You said your family knew what to expect, but wasn't it still a lot of work raising a big lug like you? Especially with a brother. You said your parents joked they almost didn't have a second one."

Mason smiled at the memory. "Yeah, they like to joke about that, but they're not so bad. And they love Kent, the little twerp."

Alan remembered the picture of the coach and his brother in Paris. "Little twerp? It looked like he had a good few inches on you in the photo you showed me."

Mason shrugged. "He's six years younger than me. I remember when he still didn't have antlers, let alone when he was shorter than me. He'll always be my little brother. Besides," he said, "being as tall as us has diminishing returns. The poor guy has to custom order practically every piece of clothing, and they usually call and ask to confirm the measurements."

Alan frowned. "I never thought about that. Do you have to order stuff like that?"

Mason nodded. "Some stuff. I'm lucky - a lot of places have my sizes, just online only. Kent pushes some limits though. Every pair of shoes since he was a junior in high school are made custom for him."

Trying to imagine the process in his head, Alan whistled. "That must get expensive." He gestured expansively. "Once again, I wonder at your parents. How did they afford all the food and custom clothes? My family was doing hand-me-downs from my cousins for years, and we never ate out at restaurants."

Smiling at the memory, Mason said "To listen to them, they sacrificed their entire lives for us. Which I guess isn't that far from the truth, but mostly they just had good jobs that paid pretty well. Mom does some freelance work in advertising, and dad's a manager at some finance place."

Intrigued, Alan leaned forward. "Some finance place? Mason, I work in finance. Do you know where exactly, or what he does?"

Mason looked a little cornered. "I totally forgot that. He switched jobs a couple years ago and I can never remember what he does now beyond 'money'." He raised his hands placatingly. "If you had ever met him, you'd know. He looks a lot like me - or I guess I look a lot like him. I'll ask him sometime and let you know."

Alan leaned back in his chair and said "Good thing he's not my boss or something. That would make this awkward."

"Any more awkward than dating your direct colleague and someone who's technically your supervisor?"

The otter waved this off. "We discussed that. Nancy is my boss, you're basically just a more experienced coworker. Besides, much as I would hate to lose the job, it's not my primary source of income or anything. If things really go sideways between us, I could cut my losses."

The moose was looking at him strangely. "Just a more experienced coworker?"

"You know what I mean. On the field you're the boss, but we've basically split the team responsibilities in half."

The head coach considered this for a few moments before responding. "Don't get me wrong, I invited you on a date because I think this can work. But we've gotta acknowledge that a relationship between us will complicate things. For example, if we have a relationship problem that affects coaching the team, do we go to couples therapy or file a conflict of interest form with the college?"

The warm glow around Alan faded a little as the moose talked. "I guess that's a fair point. And I suppose that it's not the best thing for the team if our relationship causes me to leave suddenly."

"You could say that. I think the team likes you, and I know they're going to do better with two coaches."

"Well then, what are you thinking we should do?"

A moment of silence passed between them, but before either could say anything the smell of food wafted over them. Their waiter appeared with their salads and bruschetta for Mason. As the wolf walked away Mason reached across and grabbed Alan's hand, gently brushing his thumb across.

Alan looked at Mason as he said "Listen Alan, we've gotta talk about the rules at some point, but who knows what they are or should be? Let's just enjoy dinner and have our date for now. We both want this. Right?"

Alan smiled. "Absolutely."

"Then let's eat and get to know each other better."

"On it, coach."

As Alan ate his salad, he watched his date steadily devour his own, then move onto the bruschetta before the otter was halfway done. The moose offered him one of the appetizers. "Wanna try some?"

Looking at Mason's puppy dog eyes, the otter sighed. "It's not fair how you've got all these sides to you. Cute and nervous, needy, confident, dominant. You just always pull out the right face to get me to do what you want."

Maintaining his pleading mask, the moose concurred with "Please?"

With an exaggerated sigh, the otter took the bruschetta and popped it in his mouth. It was better than most he'd had. "But no more," he said, trying to sound masterful. "You'll have to roll me out of the restaurant if I eat too much."

Mason raised an eyebrow. "You don't want to be carried out in my arms? I could lift you for sure."

Suppressing a shiver at the thought of the big moose sweeping him off his feet, he shook his head. "No way. At least, not tonight."

"I'll hold you to that someday."

Alan finished his salad and put his fork down. "I've asked you a bunch of questions. Got any for me?"

Mason nodded vigorously, chewing his mouthful of food and swallowing before looking at him, dead serious, and asked "Math? As a career? Who hurt you as a child?"

Alan rolled his eyes and shook his head. He studied Mason for a few moments. The moose kept eye contact and popped another morsel in his mouth. "Another 'everybody hates math', huh?"

The head coach shrugged. "You've gotta admit, most people do."

"Well I like it." Alan thumbed his chest. "Numbers make sense. You've got concrete answers to questions. No wishy washy opinions or best guesses. If your numbers don't add up, something is wrong."

Mason pointed a finger at him and said "No best guesses? What about stocks? Quarterly projections? What happens when your books don't add up with embezzlement, or fraud?"

Alan stared at the moose, perplexed. Then he smacked his forehead. "Dad's in finance, right?"

"Yup."

Alan moved his hand and watched as their waiter reappeared with Mason's soup. He gestured at Alan to continue. "Well, for your information, I don't work with the stock market. At least, not often. And you can make very educated guesses!"

The moose wagged a finger at him. "That's not your touted mathematical purity. And what about my other questions?"

Alan scowled across the table. "I was getting to those." He thought for a moment. "It's like, math is pretty pure on its own. Whenever you introduce people, it gets complicated. I like working on the math behind the scenes, and then the bigwigs decide what my results mean for the company or our client. Sometimes I have to make educated guesses or estimates, but everybody's got parts of the job they dislike, right?"

Mason nodded, putting his spoon down. "Fair enough. It's nice to see you get passionate." Alan felt the moose brush their legs together under the table. "What do your parents do?"

"Mom's an actuary - dad works as a construction foreman."

"Neat! I guess an actuary for a mom makes it a little hard to hate math. How'd they meet?"

Remembering the story his parents always told him, he said "High school sweethearts. Mom went to college but dad went right into work. Apparently they broke up for a while then, but they were back together in a couple years." Alan nudged his fork around the table in circles. "They waited for my mom to get established at her job before they had my sister and me, and then they were back at work."

The delicious smell of grilled chicken filled the air. The wolf waiting on them presented their respective dishes with a flourish. Alan's mouth watered with anticipation. The two of them tucked in, and for a while they didn't talk. Mason, as was expected, finished first. Alan looked up and saw him looking longingly at his empty plate.

"Still hungry?" Alan asked. "You could get dessert."

Mason sighed. "No, I shouldn't. Gotta bring my abs out of the witness protection program."

Alan grimaced. "Sorry, that was mean of me."

"Relax. It was a good joke, and mostly true." Mason made eye contact with Alan across the table. "I had something else in mind for dessert anyway. And I want to get home to enjoy it as soon as I can."

Alan swallowed his last mouthful of food, feeling a tingle all over, and especially in his crotch. "Yeah." his voice came out a little hoarse. He licked his lips and repeated in a normal voice "Yeah, I think that's a good plan."

"My place or yours?"

Alan gave a little laugh. "My place isn't really built for you. I think the bed would break."

Mason smiled. That hungry light was in his eyes, a hunger that had nothing to do with dinner. He looked around and beckoned to their waiter. "We're ready for the check, please."

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Mason lived in an apartment complex not far from the college or restaurant. He gave Alan the code for their parking garage in the basement and promised to meet him by the stairs up. The otter had butterflies once again, but these were decidedly good. He grabbed his small overnight bag - They hadn't discussed staying over, but the otter was hopeful, and it was good to be prepared.

He walked through the dimly lit garage, which was eerily silent at this time of night on a Wednesday. He headed for the pool of light that he figured was the elevator and stairs. As he rounded an SUV blocking the way, he saw Mason standing, peering around for him. The moose had to stoop a little with the low ceiling. He saw Alan and his face brightened.

"Come on, I'm on the first floor." He swung around, then stopped and looked over his shoulder. "That is, unless you ate too much with that bruschetta, and finishing your whole dinner. We could take the elevator."

Alan walked past him and pushed open the door to the steps. "Haha. My coach must have worked me hard at practice to make me so hungry."

Mason leaped up several steps at a time, his big legs propelling him past the shorter otter. At the landing he turned again. "Come on, I know you can move faster than that."

Alan pushed past the grinning moose again. "I'm sorry I don't have tree trunks for legs, ok? How about we go swimming and we see who's faster in the water?" Mason bounded up to the top of the steps at the same time as Alan and opened the door to the first floor, gesturing for the otter to precede him.

As Alan passed him, the moose said "Skinny dipping, there's a good idea. I know a good nude beach not too far from here..."

"Planning out the second date already?"

"Never hurts to be prepared. I bet I could give you a run for your money swimming, even if you beat me."

Alan slowed down to let the moose by, not knowing where to go. To Mason's back he said "Not skinny dipping, you wouldn't. It'd be like a rudder in the water."

Mason stopped at a door and took his keys out. He grinned over at Alan. "I'll have to wear my speedo then." He pushed open the unlocked door and once again invited the otter to go past. As he entered the apartment, Alan made sure to swing his ass around. He glanced over his shoulder and caught Mason staring, his khakis starting to bulge.

"Can your speedo handle that? Your jock looked like it couldn't."

Mason stepped inside, closing the door and moving right up to Alan. "Forget my speedo. Can you handle it?"

Alan boldly reached out and ran the back of his fingernail down the visible print of the moose's dick. "I'm going to try my damnedest, that's for sure. Not to mention, I tried to come prepared."

Mason frowned. He glanced at Alan's bag. "What, you mean lube or something? I promise I've got plenty."

"No, not lube." Alan considered that and corrected himself with "I mean, I've got some in my bag, but I figured I'd need a couple liters, so I left most of that to you."

"You're exaggerating." Mason rubbed his crotch, looking a little wounded. "We will not need liters."

Alan stepped close and pulled Mason in for a hug. For the moment, he ignored their bulges rubbing together. "Sorry. It's easy to make jokes." The otter pulled back a bit, holding onto Mason at arm's length. "But this is pretty serious for you, huh? You mentioned no one has been able to... deliver?"

Mason nodded, his eyes serious. "There was one guy, a bear. He was a lot closer to my size. But he wasn't really my type, and it was just kind of a curiosity for him. I got it in almost all the way, but actually fucking wasn't in the cards. He just jerked me off in the end." Mason sighed and looked away. "And then he complained for half an hour while he was using my shower trying to clean it all up, which is not the first time I've had that complaint."

He turned back to look at Alan. "I like you a lot Alan. I've really been enjoying our date. And sexual compatibility, for me that's huge, and kinda hard to find. So when you were so turned on last night, even after everything, I really wanted to make this work."

Alan grinned and stroked his arms. "I guess I'm lucky pretty much everything slides off my fur, huh?"

"Very lucky."

"Then let's do it. I can't make promises - you're definitely gonna be the biggest guy I've ever had sex with, by a few inches length and girth. But I'll try."

Mason gave him a soft smile, squeezing his arms. "Well I've already taken you out to dinner. Let's do this properly. Some good foreplay that's not just locker room sexual tension, and some good sex where we take our time and I don't bend you over the first thing I see or something.."

Alan nodded. He looked up at the moose's eyes - his new boyfriend - and asked "So long as you promise it's not off the table forever. What did you have in mind? Sensual music? Dim lighting? Strip poker?"

Mason leaned down. "How about a kiss? One where we aren't cumming all over each other?" Somehow, that was the most sensual thing Mason could have suggested. Alan gulped, then leaned in to meet Mason's lips.

Alan remembered their "first" kiss, last night in the showers. It had been hard and fast, both of them a little desperate. The sexual tension between the two men naked in the showers had demanded release. As Mason had said, Alan had literally blown his load at their touch.

But this was different. Slow, soft, deliberate. They'd been dancing around this all night. And sure there was sexuality, but now there was romance, too. Alan and Mason had planned this, hoped for this. As the otter met his boyfriend's firm, warm lips with his own, nothing else mattered. They kept their tongues out of it at first, just resting against each other, tilting their heads to lock together.

Alan felt desire surge in him. Carefully, he spread his lips and felt Mason move in time, their mouths moving as one. The otter introduced his tongue, questing forwards, tasting his partner. Mason's responded, so much gentler, considerate. Alan was in heaven already. As they started to shift some more, moving faster, pressing their lips together harder, Alan felt more strength from the moose. Mason leaned over, one hand on Alan's back, tilting the otter into a better position for the tall coach while he supported his lover.

Slowly, they broke apart. Alan was breathing deeply, and was relieved to hear Mason struggling a little too. He didn't think the moose would be so ragged if this wasn't genuine, and real. Mason took another breath, before saying simply "That was nice."

Alan grinned. "It was very nice. Much more romantic."

Mason nodded vigorously. "I've gotta say, you inflated my ego as a kisser. I thought I was decent, but last night, and just now, I think I've got you sorted with just my lips."

"Don't get too full of yourself, big man. Always room to improve, and you gotta keep giving it your all or you'll fall behind."

The moose slowly grinned. He snapped off a mock salute. "Got it, coach." He gestured towards the kitchen. "Anything to drink?"

The otter glanced over. He hadn't really had a chance to look at the apartment. "Uh, got anything kinda light? Like a Mike's lemonade or something?"

"Cider work?"

"Yeah that'd be great."

"I'm on it." Mason gestured towards the couch. "Grab a seat, take your shoes off, clothes, whatever. I'll be right out. Bathroom all the way down the hall, last door against the wall."

As the moose took off his shoes and wandered into the kitchen. Alan followed suit, keeping his clothes on for now. He knew they both needed a moment to decompress before the moose just bent him over the couch. Plenty of time for more sex in the future, and they really did need to take this one slow so Alan could deliver. Hopefully.

Pushing that out of his mind, he glanced around as he sat down, gasping as he was reminded once more of his preparations.. A typical bachelor apartment, with everything slightly larger than Alan was used to to accommodate the nearly seven foot tall moose. A few pictures of Mason, his brother, and presumably friends and family were in frames on the wall. A tv sat on a stand against the wall, and a recliner was next to the couch with a table in between. A couple books were on the table, but they looked like they'd sat for a while.

Alan heard humming coming from the kitchen. A passthrough let him see Mason over the back of the couch, grabbing a bottle opener and pouring himself something. Alan almost grabbed his phone to check the time but stopped himself. Tonight, he didn't want to know. Not until morning came and made them leave again.

Mason swung around the side of the couch. He handed Alan a bottle of cold cider, then flopped onto the other end of the couch. Alan would have called it a three seater, but Mason took up half on his own, especially when he angled towards Alan and put his feet up on the coffee table. He had a glass of something dark brown and fizzy in his hand.

He saw Alan's glance and said "Just a rum and coke. Little something to soothe the nerves, you know?" He reached out to the otter and they tapped their drinks together, taking a sip. Alan leaned back against the couch and put his own feet up, crossing one leg and resting them atop Mason's ankles.

"So you're nervous too?" Alan asked.

Mason nodded. "You heard me. This is a big deal. I haven't had a date in two years, and that was more of an attempted hookup. A proper romantic date... maybe five years?" He nudged Alan's foot with his. "How about you? Nervous?"

Alan shrugged. "I think it's normal. Plus, always takes a bit to get used to someone else's house." He leaned over and put a hand on Mason's shoulder. "I'm enjoying myself a lot, handsome." He straightened back up. "So what's next on your romantic seduction agenda?"

"Boundaries."

The otter raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Mason grinned, then swung his legs around so he was horizontal on the couch, with his legs resting over the otter's lap. "I mean sexual boundaries. Romance is nice, but I don't think we're gonna last long keeping it chaste and pure." He flexed his thick calves, rubbing Alan's crotch and starting to get him hard again. "See? And once we're in the bedroom, I don't think we are gonna want to stop."

Alan struggled to lift Mason's legs and move himself. He shifted so he faced Mason across the couch, their legs intertwined. Mason put one foot right in front of Alan's crotch, while Alan rested his own on the moose's telltale bulge. "I see what you mean."

"So, boundaries. I'm probably a little easier here since I'm topping, -"

"Tonight."

Mason paused. "What?"

"You're topping tonight. But in the future..." Alan let his thought linger, looking at his boyfriend.

Mason raised an eyebrow. "I was going to say I like to be in charge. In the bedroom, I like to tell people what to do."

Alan raised an eyebrow back. "You can be in charge with a dick up your ass. In fact, I'd argue it takes a real leader to be giving orders while they get fucked."

The moose narrowed his eyes, pushing a little harder with his foot. Alan didn't blink. "You think that kind of reverse psychology will work?"

The otter pointedly looked down at Mason's crotch where his dick was starting to throb. "I think you're very turned on by the idea."

The moose looked away. "Alright, we can discuss that later. Honestly, that's about it. I like taking charge. Its more important to know your limits." Alan waited. "Tonight. It's important to know your limits tonight since you're bottoming, and I'm taking charge." Alan smiled.

"Don't worry stud, I can take orders. I'm into it. But," he held up a hand. "I'm not into rough bondage or anything. Definitely no cages. No ropes or straps at all tonight, actually." Mason nodded. "I'm not into actual punishment, like yelling at me or hitting me. If you want to talk dirty, cut loose, call me a bitch or a slut or whatever. A little spanking, some hard thrusts, maybe something more creative that's not really a punishment to me, that's all good."

"Light slapping? Throwing you around?"

Alan shook his head. "You can slap my ass or slap me with your dick, but no slapping faces with hands, please. You can throw me around on the bed, but not, like, into a solid object." He watched Mason carefully, but the moose nodded without hesitation.

He saw Alan's look and said "Seriously, I know I talked about taking charge, but what you say goes. I'm into everybody having a good time. That's why we're talking now, even though I really want to climb over and rip your clothes off right now." He hesitated. "Speaking of..."

Alan laughed. "Underwear, you can rip. I like most of my other clothes." He thought for a moment. "Uh, what else? No piss or anything like that. No choking."

Mason raised his hand. Alan stared for a moment, then started laughing. "What?" said Mason indignantly. "I wasn't sure if you were done." Alan waved a hand at him and Mason continued, saying "Uh, if you suck my dick, you're kind of gonna choke."

Alan nodded, getting his laughter under control. "Right, deepthroating is fine, facefucking, fine. If I'm gagging and I'm not pulling off, that's my problem." Alan felt and even saw Mason's cock throb under his pants. "You can even hold me down, but if I tap out, I'm tapping out for real."

Mason smirked, but he nodded. "Got it. And for actual sex?"

"Once I'm used to it... well, there wouldn't be much point to liking big dicks if I didn't want you to go hard. I'll tell you if I need time to adjust."

Mason looked almost predatory. "Anything else?"

Alan sat up. "I think that's it." The otter started to crawl forwards across the couch. Mason spread his legs wide, giving the otter easy access between his legs. Alan immediately lowered his head, pushing his muzzle right into the visible outline of Mason's hidden manhood. The otter breathed deeply, inhaling the scent. It wasn't as good as Mason fresh after practice, but his musk was undeniable no matter the workout. In this case, the moose's arousal had him worked up.

Alan felt a pressure as one of Mason's big hands came to rest on the back of his head. "I have been waiting to have that talk with you so I could cut loose," He said in a low voice. He pushed the otter's head down between his legs. "I've been waiting to shove you down there. I know you love the smell, love my big dick."

He raised his thick legs up, framing Alan's body. He pressed his thighs together, khaki rubbing the otter's cheeks and squeezing him in place. Alan didn't fight it. He started licking that bulge through the fabric. "You've been waiting too, huh? Wanting to show off how slutty you are?"

Alan moaned and nodded. Mason continued, saying "I see how you look everytime I talk about my other partners not delivering. You're disappointed in them. You want to prove you've got what it takes for me to use you like a fleshlight, to satisfy me, to really get my rocks off."

Alan could barely move his head, but he tried to nod. His mouth was full of a lump of khaki wrapped cock. Mason was right. The otter wanted to let go, really be a slut, be proud of the fact that he could take a foot of moose cock thicker than his forearm. Mason squeezed one last time, then opened his legs and pushed Alan's head away.

Alan let out a breath in frustration, but before he could do much else Mason swung a leg over him and stood up. He started unbuttoning his shirt. "Take my pants off. You've got me horned up and I feel a little constrained." Alan jumped forward, still kneeling on the couch, and started working on the buttons of Mason's fly.

The moose wasn't kidding. Each button was under some tension. Alan had to push that huge bulge in just to get the buttons undone. Above his nose, Mason reached down and started to undo his belt. Both of them finished about the same time. Before Mason could take his pants off, his jock covered bulge pushed out from his fly, throbbing and straining to get loose. Alan could see that cock more clearly now. The white mesh pocket was stretched to its limit by the black member inside.

Alan pushed his face forward, but Mason caught his forehead with a hand and pushed him back. "I said pants off first." Alan looked up. Mason's eyes were serious, that hungry light burning inside. Right now, they had their places, and Alan's was to follow orders. The otter slowly reached out and grabbed the pants at the waist. He tugged downwards. Mason moved his hips back and forth to help the otter get the pants over his ass.

As Alan pulled them down to the floor, Mason stepped out of them, and put a hand on Alan's chest, pushing him back against the couch. The big moose stepped up nad kneeled against the backrest, pinning Alan's arms to the side. The maneuver pushed that jock right into Alan's face. Above him, Mason said "Now, get the jock off with your mouth, since that's what you wanted to do instead of listen."

This was Alan's kind of punishment. Letting the rest of his body go limp beneath the dominant moose, Alan started moving his muzzle around. He reached towards the waistband, pushing the moose's skin in with his nose to let his teeth grab the elastic. He tried to pull his muzzle down and over that bulging cock, but he lost his grip. The elastic snapped against Mason's waist.

Alan looked up at the moose. Mason was looking down at him. Alan reveled in the sight. The moose's pecs were covered in fur, and from this angle, he looked like a god. The otter was more than happy to be worshipping at this altar. He tried again, getting a little farther, but he didn't have the necessary range of motion with just his neck. The elastic snapped again, and Alan whimpered a little. He wanted to see that beautiful cock out, wanted to blow this stud and make him moan.

"Having trouble? Can't even get my cock out? Doesn't bode well for getting it into you, slut." Mason sighed above him. "Fine, I'll do it for you. But that's twice now you didn't do what you're told, so I think we're gonna have to up the ante." Mason stepped off the couch. Alan leaned forward in anticipation of the moose removing his jock, but he shoved him back onto the couch. Before Alan could move again, Mason turned around.

His ass was still fantastic. Two big globes of well toned moose, with a little jiggle thanks to his generous diet. Alan's eyes light up, and he started forward again, before Mason stepped back onto the couch, folding his legs underneath him so he was kneeling above Alan in reverse. Then he sat back, and Alan found himself flattened into the couch back by a giant moose ass.

His hands flew up and grabbed Mason's thighs. He felt the moose's warm hands touch his own and the legs tensed. Alan understood Mason was ready to move if it was too much. Alan tried to breath and found he could - barely. Every breath was filled with the moose's horny musk, amplified a hundredfold with his face in his ass like this. What would it be like when he was really, truly sweaty and horned up?

Alan realized he was ok - for a little while at least. He started to shove his muzzle deeper into Mason's ass, searching for his hole. He let his hands relax a little on the moose's thighs, and he felt Mason relax too. This moose really cared for him. Above him, Mason's deep voice spoke, and Alan feel it more than heard him say "If you're gonna fuck me someday, you're gonna have to get better at listening. And you're gonna have to learn to give me a good rimming. I don't do things by halves. Start working."

On it coach, thought Alan. His nose kept searching, drawing in shallow breaths as the moose relaxed even more, pressing his head down into that huge asscrack. Finally he found it - he knew by the shudder that went through Mason's whole body. Alan gave it a lick, and was rewarded with a deep moan. "That's it slut. I'm gonna fuck you, and if you're good to me I'll rim you too."

Alan went at it with a will, forcing his muzzle closer, blind to the world and half drunk on musk and lack of oxygen. He tried to get his tongue in, licking around his mouth to build saliva and lubricate the moose's passage. The near continuous shudders of Mason's body told him he was doing well.

As he pushed his tongue into his head coach's ass, Mason really leaned back and put all his weight onto Alan's face. The otter's breath cut off, but he held on, wiggling his tongue around, trying to taste every crevice. At last, he felt himself start to get a little panicky, and he started tapping his hands on Mason's thighs.

Immediately the big moose shifted and sat forward, freeing Alan from the musky depths. The otter took huge lungfuls of air. Mason spun around and knelt on the ground in front of the couch. As Alan caught his breath and looked up, for a moment the moose's eyes were just concern.

"You good? I was on you for a while."

Alan managed a smile. "Yeah. Yeah I'm ok. That was pretty hot," he admitted.

Mason's eyes glinted, and the big moose stood up. His package was now straining so much against his jock that the fabric pouch was separate from his body. "Well then, I'll have to give you a treat for rimming me properly." Slowly, he hooked his fingers under the waistband, and slid it down and out. Alan watched as that treasure trail of black fur was slowly revealed, leading into the thick root of his shaft.

Mason dragged it out, exposing inch by inch of the curving, trapped member. Alan had to swallow, he was salivating so much. His brief asphyxiation already forgotten, he could hardly wait to choke himself on Mason's cock. The otter leaned forward in anticipation.

As Mason got to the end, the moose pulled down and in with a flourish, letting his cock finally break free and swing upwards. It flung a string of precum across Alan's shirt and face. The otter hungrily licked up the drops that landed on the corner of his lips.

"Hungry slut, aren't you?" Mason growled. He grabbed Alan under his chin and tilted his face up. "Don't worry, I'll give you all you can eat. But first..." He applied more pressure, pulling Alan off the couch and to his feet. The moose's thick cock poked the otter in the sternum as he was pulled close, staining his polo with pre. Alan didn't care at this point.

Mason held him like that for a moment, then gently pushed him away into empty space. "Strip for me bitch. And make it slow." Alan stepped away, then turned back to Mason. The otter reached down and started by untucking his polo. The moose sat down on the couch to watch the show, totally naked with his cock sticking straight up from his lap. His jock was tossed aside. The big hunk casually crossed his leg and propped his foot up on one knee, blocking easy access to his junk.

Alan shivered at the sight of his big stud so casually aroused and in control, waiting for the otter to show off and get his prize. The assistant coach slowly crossed his arms to grab the hem, lifting it up and twisting his body slightly so he was in a bit of profile to Mason as he revealed his front. The otter lifted his shirt above his head, then tossed it to the side.

He glanced at his host, and saw the moose staring hungrily at his form. Reveling in the lust he was able to inspire, the otter reached down and undid his belt buckle. One by one he popped the buttons on his fly, then grabbed his pants to pull them down. He stopped, gazing back at Mason, before he slowly turned around, ass first to the horny moose. As he pushed his khakis down, he thrust his ass out, making sure to sway ever so slightly side to side. The flexible otter was also wearing a jock, and as his pants slipped down, Mason was finally able to see the plug the otter had been wearing since they changed in the locker room.

All told, it had been in for about an hour and a half at this point. It made sitting a bit of an experience, but the whole point was to get used to it. Alan kept pushing his pants all the way to his ankles, then looked through his legs upside down to see Mason's reaction. The moose's gaze was fixed on his ass. Alan slowly straightened up, then half turned, keeping himself in profile while he made eye contact.

The moose looked back at him, then a grin split his face. "I underestimated you. I knew you wanted it, knew you were horny as hell for me to split you in half. Come here!" The moose suddenly lunged forward, grabbing Alan by the hips. The big guy half lifted, half dragged Alan back to the couch, pulling the otter into his lap with his jock still on. With apparent ease, Mason lifted him over his rock hard prick, letting the tip drag across his asscheek. He sat the otter down facing away, with his cock sticking up in between the otter's legs, dwarfing his own bulge.

Mason leaned down a little and spoke in a low voice, his breath tickling the fur on Alan's neck. "Lets not waste any more time, shall we? You want your dessert, and I'm going to give it to you after I saw how dedicated you were. Have a taste."

Glad for his flexibility, Alan eagerly bent over and at last, licked the tip of Mason's manhood, eagerly tasting the precum gathering in the flared top. He started to lick and suckle around the tip, getting started on a proper blowjob, but behind him Mason said "I think we've done enough foreplay. Suck me off like I know you want to." The pressure of his hand on Alan's head appeared, then started to force the otter down.

Alan opened his mouth and engulfed Mason's cock. It tasted heavenly, coated in pre and smelling like his boyfriend's musk. His boyfriend didn't give him time to appreciate it though. That pressure kept up, bending the otter's body as he tried to keep his teeth clear, wrapping his lips over them to make a smooth entrance. The moose's cock didn't have a tapered tip like canines, so it was basically thickest at the tip, and Alan sank onto it.

The otter wasn't boasting too much about his capability to take big dicks. Mason's tip hit the roof of his mouth and bent a little, slipping into the otter's throat. He gagged a little, but Mason didn't slow down. Alan knew he'd have to tap out if he wanted it to stop. He did not. He liked to talk big and banter with the head coach, but here in the bedroom, he wanted this. He wanted someone like Mason to use him, try and fuck the life out of the otter, and Alan would still come back hungry for more.

Alan's lips hit the moose's medial ring, a bump of flesh all the way around. He got his lips over it, but the awkward position of sucking off the big moose while sitting in his lap meant Mason's shaft was being bent going down the otter's throat. Unfortunately, Mason was so hard, so turned on, it wouldn't bend much. Each throb pulsed uncomfortably in Alan's throat, trying to straighten out that thick member and straighten the otter with it. As Mason pushed again, Alan got stuck, unable to let that ring slide easily into his throat. As he tried to take a breath through his nose, his eyes watering, a throb of the moose's cock blocked his airway, and he choked. Slapping Mason's legs with his hands, he tried to pull up.

The big moose grabbed his shoulder with his other hand and kept a grip on his head, then lifted him off his cock. Alan felt every inch slide out of him, and once again gratefully gulped some air. Alan felt himself lifted again and spun around, once more in Mason's lap leaning back against his enormous cock, feeling it sticky and hot against his lower back. This time the moose just looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

Alan nodded weakly, with a thumbs up. "Just... need a breather. Not a good position for all that cock."

Mason shrugged. "There's only a few good positions for all my cock going down someone's throat. Let's hit the bedroom." Standing, the big moose simply tossed Alan over his shoulder like a sack of flour. As he thudded out of the living room and down the hall, Alan gratefully relaxed and caught his breath, only to tense up as he felt Mason start playing with his ass. The moose found the base of the plug, and started gently twisting it in place. Alan couldn't help gasping and moaning with every jarring step his boyfriend took, the plug jostling around inside him. "I hope you're not still that sensitive down there," Mason teased. "From the feel of it, this might be half as thick as me, if you're lucky."

Alan knew he was right, but as he tried to retort, Mason casually tugged on the plug, pulling it out a half inch or so, then shoved it back in. Alan's response turned into a squeak. Mason laughed and repeated the motion, before shifting and hauling Alan off his shoulder. The otter fell briefly before landing on a soft surface. The plug in his ass bounced around some more, but the otter held in his vocalizations. As he pushed himself up on the moose's bed, he saw Mason standing in front of him still very aroused.

"I've had enough foreplay, but I still gotta put this first load somewhere. That way I can take my sweet time with your ass." The moose made a twirling motion. "Spin around, stay on your back. Head off the edge of the bed. I'm gonna put your dessert right into your stomach." Alan moved immediately, scooching his body around, messing up the sheets. He slid himself backwards until his head hung off the edge of the bed, forming a straight tube with his throat. Without being told, the otter opened wide.

"That's what I like to see," Mason growled. "You know exactly where you belong. Underneath me, drinking my cum while my nuts pound your head." The moose spread his legs, bending at the knees slightly to line himself up. Alan watched upside down as that battering ram approached, his eyes wide. If anything, Mason was even harder than before. His tip had started to flare out.

Before Alan could do more, Mason shoved his hips forward. The giant cock slipped right into the otter's mouth and down his throat. Alan convulsed, gagging at the sudden intrusion, but Mason leaned over him until all Alan could see or smell was musky moose. He felt a big hand rest on his chest, gently tracing over his fur. Inch after inch slipped into his mouth, down his throat. The medial ring was past his lips before Alan even saw it, and as he looked Mason's heavy balls swung forward and slapped his face. They hung low, almost perfectly in line with his eyes.

Controlling hsi gag reflex, the otter tried to relax. He felt Mason trailing a hand over his chest as he stood there, balls deep down his throat. "So fucking hot," Mason whispered above. "I can see every inch of my cock in your throat. Oh fuck, I can feel my flare just above your ribs. I'm practically fucking your stomach!" On that note, the moose pulled back about halfway, and thrust in again.

Alan lay there and tried to focus. This wasn't a blowjob. He couldn't move his tongue, flattened in his mouth by the girthy moose shaft. His hands were gripping the bed sheets, and there wasn't any cock outside his mouth to stroke anyway. He was being used like a living fleshlight. He moaned, content with his place. Above him, Mason thrust again, grunting. "Fuck yeah, keep moaning. Like a massage on my cock. I'm not gonna last long." He humped forward again, his nuts slapping Alan's face. The otter closed his eyes and hung on. He felt Mason stiffening, could even tell his balls were drawing up against his body.

"Here it comes slut! Gonna fill you to the brim!" Mason cried. He shoved all the way forward, pushing Alan back onto the bed a little. In this mouth and throat, that cock throbbed and hardened like a steel bar through his body. The throbs shook Mason's whole body, his nuts quivering on Alan's face, his thighs shaking on either side of his head.

Alan felt the moose flare, somewhere down his throat. It was a bizarre sensation. He felt every throb as a warm pulse, like he was experiencing a hot drink halfway through. Alan was doing his best, but he couldn't breath with the moose stuck like this, and his orgasm seemed to last forever. Finally, Alan got his hands up on Mason's thighs and started to shove him away from the bed. Unlike all the other times, Mason resisted for a moment, not budging. Alan started to shake a little, eyes watering, and he shoved harder. After a second or two, finally his boyfriend got the message and started to slide back.

Alan felt like a deflating balloon, without that fat hunk of meat in him. It was like he had been propped up for the past few... actually Alan had no idea how long it had been. Once again gulping air, hanging drained off the side of the bed, Alan looked up upside down at Mason. The moose knelt down, cupping the back of his head and supporting him.

Alan glared at him accusingly. "Enjoying yourself?"

Mason hung his head. "I know, I'm sorry." He looked up and gave a tiny smile. "I've just never gotten to really let go like that, go balls deep and just let it out." He shook his head. "I didn't want to ever step back."

"I'm glad it was hot, but I do need to breathe if you want to do it a second time."

"You're absolutely right." Mason stood up and helped Alan sit up on the bed. "Do you want to stop?"

Alan shook his head. "So long as you've learned your lesson, Mr. In Charge. You can't choke me with this next part anyway."

Mason raised an eyebrow. "I think I'll still have you gasping for breath. But how about this -" He climbed onto the bed, then scooched up and sat up against the headboard and pillows. His cock had barely gone down at call. It stood up proudly between his spread legs. Mason patted his thigh. "You climb on top, and take the reins for a bit. You should probably be in control for your first time taking this up your ass anyway."

Alan moved forward onto his knees, feeling his full belly slosh a little, facing his new lover. He had to admit he liked the idea. "That sounds like a plan. But are you sure your super dominant alpha personality can handle it?"

Mason rolled his eyes. "I know for a fact I'm not that bad. And you weren't complaining most of the time." He wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked it a couple times. "Besides, if I'm being honest I'd probably do just about anything for the guy that will sit on this."

Alan climbed to his feet and walked across the bed, rolling with the squishy mattress. "Be careful what you say," he admonished. "I might take you up on that offer of anything." The otter looked around. "Now, coated in saliva or not, I am not sitting on that thing without lube." Alan glanced at Mason. "Be a good moose and get yourself ready this time." Mason slowly grinned.

He rolled off the bed, dick swinging wildly, and knelt to reach under the bed. He reappeared with a large bottle of lube and found himself at eye level with Alan's cock. He'd taken off the jock while Mason moved around and had slid to the edge of the bed once more. Mason went cross eyed looking at the tip.

"Fair's fair. And I'm gonna need to be very horny when you fuck me. Go ahead and get me to the edge big boy." Alan commanded. Mason looked up at Alan, then obediently opened his mouth and engulfed all six inches of the otter's cock at once in his muzzle. Alan couldn't stop a moan as the moose used his tongue to bathe every part of him. The otter grabbed Mason's antlers near the base and hung on.

He was about to say something else when Mason opened his mouth wider and used his tongue to pull the otter's furry balls into his mouth too. Alan's eyes opened wide. He had pretty sensitive nuts, and after his session servicing the moose, he was ready for his own stimulation. The moose was too much, especially since Alan hadn't cum yet. The otter shoved with his hands. This time, Mason went willingly, immediately responding and moving back.

Struggling to maintain his composure, Alan looked down nonchalantly and said "Not bad." Mason raised his eyebrow again, not saying a word. His tongue flicked out from where he was kneeling and licked off the precum steadily sliding out of Alan's cocktip. The motion made the otter gasp. He quickly slipped his hands lower on the moose's antlers and not so gently stroked the fuzzy bumps where they emerged.

Now it was Mason's turn to gasp. Alan could see his cock throb and shoot a little pre onto the floor. "Cheating," he panted up at the otter. Alan ignored him and put some pressure on the upper part of his antlers, pulling the moose up. Even with Alan up on the bed, when he stood he towered over the otter, his cock once more near head height. Mason stepped forward, but Alan firmly shoved him to the side. Mason barely moved.

"Go sit back down," Alan ordered. "And give me the lube." Mason smirked and handed Alan the bottle, then climbed into position. The moose started to grab his cock but Alan slapped his hand away lightly. "I'll handle that. You can keep your hands full with this." And he turned around in front of the moose, reached back, and pulled out the plug, tossing it to the floor. "I used flavored lube, just in case." he said over his shoulder. Then he straddled Mason in reverse and sat back with his tail up, mimicking the moose's earlier maneuver.

Given the size and weight difference, it was quite a bit less dramatic. Alan had a nicely toned ass, but he didn't think Mason had any trouble breathing, and he probably could toss the otter aside anyhow. The moose didn't complain, however. He obediently filled his big hands with Alan's ass, spread his cheeks, and dove right into the otter's hole with his tongue.

Alan gasped, and his knees buckled. The moose, nose deep in his ass, chuckled and half lifted him by his glutes to keep him upright. Mason went at it like he'd been starved all his life. Alan would have actually fallen without the moose's support. Trying to ignore the sensations, he gritted his teeth and looked down at his task - Mason's big cock waiting to be lubed.

He squirted out a healthy amount and bent over to start rubbing it all over. He barely got halfway before he had to add more, and more. He would have been worried, but Mason was doing his best to fill Alan's ass with saliva and work him open. The otter's legs trembled at the stimulation, at the prospect of what he was seconds away from doing. He couldn't help himself - he could barely speak through his moaning and gasping. Before he could stop him or pull away, the big moose's tongue pressed deep inside him and hit his prostate.

Alan cried out as he came, jets of otter cum shooting out all over the bed. Mason's legs were spread wide as Alan ruined the sheets. As his orgasm started to fade, despite Mason's best efforts to milk him dry with a paw coming around the front and his tongue never ceasing, his last few spurts dribbled out over the moose's cock, mixing with the lube.

Behind him, Mason surfaced with a wet sucking sound. Alan heard him lick his lips before he said "So much for edging. Ready to keep going?"

Alan slowly conquered his shaking body after his orgasm. He stepped carefully and turned around. His lover was much bigger even with Alan standing upright above the sitting moose, he was only a foot or so above his face. Alan leaned down and kissed him, deeply and passionately. It wasn't their first kiss, but it wasn't their loving, romantic smooch from earlier either. There was hunger as the two made out, Alan tasting himself on the moose's tongue as Mason responded enthusiastically.

As they kissed, Alan slowly bent his knees, squatting down to lower himself until he felt something hot and hard press his right cheek. Alan broke away from the kiss, breathless. He and Mason started intensely into each other's eyes as the otter maneuvered himself so that burning hot blunt tip was kissing his hole. Mason practically whimpered at the feeling. Seeing his big moose at his mercy, Alan grinned. Then he started to sit down.

Despite the size difference with his lover, Alan was fairly well muscled and not that small. His weight was enough to press down on that thick spire of moose meat. For a second, it pressed up, Alan's hole not allowing entry to that monster. Then Alan gave a little shove downwards and gasped as that fat tip split him open and slipped in. It felt like he was trying to get fucked by a tree trunk. His muscles quivered violently, making the sensation worse as he started to slip down, then sit up in shock.

Mason's own eyes were wide with ecstasy, and he'd been holding his hands to his sides, fists clenched. Seeing Alan start to shake he immediately reached out and grabbed his waist, helping hold him in one spot with his strength. Alan panted, already feeling like he'd run a full game of soccer with a plug in.

After a few seconds, Alan nodded shakily to Mason. "Ok, help me down. Slowly."

Mason quirked his eyebrow at the sweating, shaky otter, but he nodded. The pressure holding his waist up lessened. Alan found he actually still had to force himself down. Mason was so big, and he was so comparatively tight, he would just stay in one place if he didn't put some effort into it.

After what felt like an eternity, Alan felt a pressure at his hole. Groaning in relief he looked down expecting to see that he had sunk balls deep on the moose. Instead, he saw he was barely halfway. He gulped as he realized that pressure must be Mason's medial ring. He looked up at his boyfriend.

Mason was waiting, watching him, hands still supporting him. He was trying to look calm, but as Alan looked him over, he saw every corded muscle in his quads taught against his fur. His lips were trying to curl back, and Alan saw his teeth were clenched. Even his arms were rock solid and quivering, despite Alan knowing the moose could casually pick up his full weight.

Mason made some noises halfway between a grunt and a moan. "Nggh, fuck. Alan, please, please don't stop."

Alan shook where he was half squatting over Mason's lap with half a foot of cock in his ass. "I'm trying babe. You're fucking huge!"

Mason snorted, his eyes rolling a little in his head. "I thought you wanted it bad, bitch. Thought you were gonna bounce on my lap and make everybody else look second rate."

Alan gritted his teeth. He'd taken a little longer than what he had in his ass right now, but never anything this thick, and definitely not this long and thick. His breath was coming in hitched gasps. He tried to relax, let his hole slip over that offending ring. He could do this. Balls deep.

Mason cried out as Alan finally slid down another half inch. They both felt the moose's cock slide in. Almost immediately Alan felt his legs quiver and he slipped down another inch. Both of them were huffing and moaning, sweat dripping off them. Alan's cock, mostly ignored, was pointing straight out from his crotch, his balls bouncing around with their combined shaking. It dripped pre onto Masons stomach but neither or them paid it the slightest attention.

The otter groaned, rolling his head back. His eyes had been a lot bigger than his ass, but he was not gonna back down now. He wasn't even sure if the plug had helped him - they'd passed it's length a while ago. But he was determined to have that big moose fuck him silly. He slid down another inch. Then another. Mason reached out a hand, and Alan looked down. The moose brushed over his belly fur at the bulge that was appearing there.

"Oh fuck,"Alan whispered. He closed his eyes and relaxed his legs. Finally, after what felt like an hour, the otter felt those big warm furry thighs touch his. Moaning, Alan opened his eyes to look at Mason. The moose was looking more relaxed now. He gazed wonderingly at the impression of his flared tip behind Alan's abs.

He looked up at Alan. "Holy shit babe. I think I'm in love."

Alan practically growled. "Fuck love. Fuck me! Give me a second, and then fuck me!" He grunted and groaned - every tiny shift put pressure on that fat fucking dick he had impaled himself on. "We can talk about love in the shower." Mason nodded, eyes still big. He put his hands back on Alan's waist. Alan grunted, and experimentally tried to lift himself up a bit. Nothing happened.

"I can't move my legs." He looked at Mason. "You've got the reins again big boy, because I can barely move."

Mason looked simultaneously excited and scared. "You sure? I want to so fucking bad, but if I hurt you -"

"Unless you've got more dick somewhere, I can take every inch. So fuck me until I come all over your face!"

Mason went absolutely still, eyes boring into Alan's. Then he growled, and the otter felt those big hands start to lift him up. Alan just had time to wonder if he had pushed his new boyfriend too hard when Mason pulled down hard on his hips. He hadn't even gotten halfway up, but Alan's vision went white. He felt like a heavyweight boxer was using his prostate for a warmup.

He wasn't sure if he made a noise or it was just air escaping his diaphragm as Mason pulled him up again, only to slam him back down. The moose was snorting and grunting, the whites of his eyes showing. He started to get into a rhythm, and some sense of consciousness returned to Alan as he started to ride the motion. He noticed Mason start to buck his hips as he pulled Alan up and down. The otter tried to flex his own legs in time, but the moose had taken total charge. Alan wasn't even sure his muscles were responding as that thick cock speared him again and again.

Sweat dripping down his face, Mason was panting. "You're lucky I let you ride, slut." His face contorted into a snarl. "Now I know you can take it. You want even more." He started fucking Alan just with rolls of his hips, and used one his hands to grab the otter's head and pull him close. "Next time, I'm gonna bend you in half and fuck you til my cum comes out of your mouth."

Alan moaned, their foreheads pressing together. This was what he wanted. He was just a toy for the moose to take out all his lusts, and he loved every minute. He could handle everything this moose had to throw at him.

Mason bucked his hips. The whole bed was shaking. Alan thought the moose was getting his medial ring out on some of the thrusts - his hole was so abused he couldn't tell the difference anymore. Mason slammed up into him again, his balls making wet slapping sounds. Alan wondered in a daze if his neighbors could hear.

Mason pulled Alan in again and kissed him, never stopping his wild rhythm as he fucked the otter deeper than anyone had dreamed of. Mason's tongue invaded the otter just like his cock, claiming him totally, tasting every inch of Alan. When they broke away, strings of saliva connecting them, Mason gave Alan a hard grin and pulled him down on his cock again.

Alan struggled to breathe. He was at his limit. "I'm - I'm - gonna," he gasped. Mason heard him and looked down at the otter's cock. They both watched as Mason gave another hard thrust, then Alan's cock twitched, spasmed, then exploded, spraying cum like a jet. Alan watched the first spurt land squarely on Mason's cheek. Mason slowed down a little, timing his thrusts with each one of Alan's spasms, milking his prostate dry. Alan watched the moose smile and draw a finger through the line of cum on his face, licking it clean.

Then his face contorted, and he simply said "Here it comes!" He reached out, one hand on Alan's waist, and put the other on his shoulder. He bucked his hips up and pulled the otter down with all his strength. Alan felt that cock in him throb and harden, stiffer than his own spine. Warmth and heat blossomed in his abdomen as Mason came, painting his guts white with moose cum. The moose groaned, and on impulse, Alan reached out and squeezed the base of one of his antlers.

Mason's eyes shot open and his whole body convulsed, somehow squeezing an extra quarter inch of cock into the otter. Mason shoved his back against the headboard and sent them both further down the bed as the moose went horizontal to try and cram every last bit of his dick inside his lover. His antler was yanked out of Alan's grip as he felt an extra strong throb and explosion of cum inside him.

At last the orgasm dwindled, both of them panting. They were covered in sweat, saliva, and Alan's cum. Not a drop had leaked out from his ass yet, Alan was sure, but he could only imagine the waterfall when they separated. Somehow, Alan no longer felt bloated. He was just... complete. With Mason inside him like this, everything was right.

Mason struggled to lift his head up and meet Alan's eyes. "Not bad. We'll take a water break and run through that drill again a few more times."

Alan stared at him in disbelief before they both burst out laughing. Laughing was a little much for the otter at the moment, however. He tried to lean forward to lay down, but the ramrod in his guts was still pretty inflexible and they both winced.

Alan sat back instead, finding a semi comfortable position. "So, not that it matters, but... how do I compare?"

Mason snorted. "There is no comparison. That was the best sex I've ever had period." He raised an eyebrow. "Do I live up to the fantasy?"

Alan nodded. "You've probably ruined me for life. I really don't think I'm running tomorrow at practice."

"If you did, I feel like I would have to tell the students just so they knew what kind of pain you were pushing through."

Alan shook his head vigorously. "Under no circumstances are we telling the team you fucked me silly."

Mason rolled his eyes. "Fine, be that way, no fun."

Alan shifted a tiny bit. "Honestly, I doubt I can even do the stairs to the garage right now. Could I uh, stay the night?"

"No, I only took you on a romantic date and invited you back to my apartment for sex, and now I'm gonna kick you out." Alan opened his mouth but Mason continued with "Of course! I'd try to stop you if you leave. Besides," he added. "I'm an early riser." He winked, and Alan knew he was in for quite a bit more with this moose.

He winked back, and smiled. "Let's hit the showers."