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Training for football season was not mild on the body. It required long, hard hours of intense physical activity, and practicing moves time and again until they were second nature.

Rock and Mace experienced this first hand one hot afternoon at GreenMount College. They were on the field practicing with a group of guys who were trying out for the team in the fall. Training in the off-season kept them good.

Besides, Mace and Rock hadn't been out of the bedroom much since they'd gotten together. Their first mutual jerk-off session had spawned seemingly endless days and nights of pleasure, from nude wrestling and hours of kissing, to sore wrists from stroking and rubbing their cocks on each other, everywhere from their pecs to their hands to their big feet.

Both the tiger and the wolf loved sports almost as much as they loved each other, and so they'd both decided to get back into training. After a few hours under the hot sun, and many throws and falls, they entered the locker room. Their friends followed, changed, showered and left. Mace and Rock stuck around so they could be alone. None of their friends knew about their relationship. They had decided "it wasn't anyone's damned business what they did in their bedroom," as Rock had said, and there was "no reason to announce it and expect a fucking parade", as Mace put it.

So, the moment the last guy left, Mace shoved Rock against the blue painted lockers with a metallic thud and kissed him. They were both still in their football gear. The armor for football players is both wide and bulky. It accentuated their shoulders and chest, making them exaggeratedly large, causing the fabric of the jersey itself to hang loosely above their slim V-shaped torso. The plastic frames banged together, the hard rocks of their abs visible below the blue jerseys, above their tight padded pants.

Their mouths met and sealed together, a rumbling moan coming from Mace's chest. The plastic armor kept them just far enough apart for their hands to touch and explore. Mace's hands slid under Rock's jersey, feeling along his body, the beautiful curves and musculature. Rock likewise caressed the tiger, dark fur over milky tiger tummy fur. His fingers trailed down to the football pants Mace was wearing, which laced up in the front. He tugged at these fervently, untying, pulling strings to give himself access. Mace caught on a second later. He was faster than Rock, and the tiger's hand slipped into Rock's pants, underneath his jockstrap, into the hot, moist area with his thick, hard cock.

The wolf moaned and, as always, he seemed to forget what he was doing when Mace was fondling him. This was familiar territory for them, but certainly the first time they had done it in a public place. It was forbidden for them, since anyone could walk in and see them, but their shared exchange of lust, the crescendo of the heat that had built from their training and merely being a part of something together was too much to deny.

It transcended all levels of their relationships, this energy -- teammates, classmates, friends, and lovers.

Mace slid his hand up and down Mace's sweat-moistened cock, squeezing the head, then the shaft. Despite his hand being hot from their workout, Rock's rod was hotter on his pads. The smell of the wolf and the tiger mixed, just as their bodies entwined. True to his name, the wolf rocked his hips forward with Mace's strokes. It was an image for a porno movie, certainly, two tall, buff football players in their gear, with their hands shoved down the front of their pants, panting, thrusting, eyes half, open, kissing.

In private they had done things like this, and ordinarily they would have been happy to stroke each other to climax like that. Usually, no two men enjoy exactly the same masturbation technique, and it had taken them very little time to learn what they liked. Many times they had made each other cum in their pants. Once, when their lust had gotten a bit out of control, they had done it in the bathroom during a break in one of their classes, and they'd had to wait a half hour before going back home to clean up and change.

Instead of cumming like that, Mace grabbed Rock's pants suddenly and yanked them down. It took a bit of work, but he pulled them down to the wolf's knees, over his bulging quardiceps. The thick material bunched around his knees, baring his round furry butt and his muscular thighs. The wolf was only wearing a white jock strap which did not do much to cover his large erection, and of course had no covering in the back.

Rock put his hands on Mace's armored shoulders, pulling out of their kiss. There was a moment of silence between them, and then Mace began to sink. Just below the line of Rock's abs and his cutoff jersey, Mace knelt and leaned forward, stroking the shaft with his tigerpaw. The tiger frequently played with Rock's furry foreskin, since the wolf had more. It was a fascination for him, and Rock didn't mind. He slid the cock sheath up and down, which caused Rock to moan. Certainly not immune to the scene they were making, he looked down, watching through half-lidded eyes.

"Ohhhh, that feels so good," Rock whispered. "Damn... fucking awesome... suck it."

It came out instinctively, the way he probably said it to a dozen girls in the past. "Put it in your mouth," he coaxed breathily. He was a college guy, in the peak of his sexuality, giving to Mace the line he'd given to his female dates.

Mace looked up at him. "That's what you want," he said. It wasn't really a question; Mace never asked questions.

"Yeah..." Rock said, meeting his gaze. "I think so."

The football tiger leaned closer, until the padded jersey touched Rock's thighs. He had never considered doing such a thing before. This was the thing he had heard all his life, had joked about, had ridiculed. The term he knew of as 'cocksucker'. He had thrown around that word so easily before, when he could convince a fellow classmate to do his homework in exachange for allowing the same classmate to massage his naked body. Or even just to watch him work out in a jockstap.

He gazed at his wolven lover, the one who had changed his life, and the large, thick shaft of hard flesh which was the central embodiment of his masculinity. Labels didn't matter. He was in love, and he was in lust. He wanted this.

The long, thick shaft of Rock's smooth black cock was just inches from his lips. He could smell the heady male scent. It was so familiar to him, but much more potent at close range, and after their workout. He parted his lips, and inhaled the warm air, taking it into himself. He thought about how the black of the wolf's cock matched his fur and his handpads, all of him -- the great dark shadow that was Rock.

He slid his tongue out and licked the tip of the wolf's cock. His pink, wet tongue lifted the length, causing it to bounce slightly as he let it go.

Rock moaned incoherently.

Mace moved forward far enough for the round head to pass his lips, into his mouth.

Just then, there was a metal whine as the locker room door opened behind them. They both turned to look and see who it was. Neither of them moved to hide what they were doing; this thought never occurred to them.

It was a wolf, walking in. A huge wolf, in fact, taller than either Rock or Mace. He was fairly well-known around campus for being one of the best wrestlers in school, and also for hanging out with an equally huge cougar, who was also a wrestler. He was dressed in only a pair of black lycra shorts and sneakers. The front of the sneakers were torn off, and the huge front ends of his feet hung out, obviously far too big for the shoes.

"Huh. Look what we got here," he said, grinning at them. He crossed his thick, powerful arms over his massive chest.

Rock turned his body slightly, looking at the wolf, eyes still half-closed with pleasure. "Uhh... this ain't what it looks like," he said dumbly.

Mace glanced up at Rock. "What the fuck are you talking about? It's exactly what it looks like."

Rock shrugged. "Yeah, I guess it is," he said, slowly gaining his wits. He seemed to suddenly realize his position. "Are you gonna... tell on us?" Rock asked. It sounded so juvinile, but quite appropriate.

The wrestler wolf laughed. He waved a big hand, dismissing it. "Aww, hell no. It don't bother me. I won't say nothin'." He scratched his head and looked genuinely confused. "I just never figured you guys was fuckin'."

"We're not just fuckin'," Rock told him. "We're together. You know. Like boyfriends."

The big wolf raised his brow. "I never woulda guessed. I seen you two together a lot, but I didn't think nothing of it. My buddy and I let a guy suck our dicks before," the wrestler wolf said. "But I never watched two guys, like you."

"Nobody's ever watched us before," Rock said. "Well... once a guy walked in on us." He glanced down at Mace.

Mace looked at him. "But that was just for a second."

The wrestler wolf locked the door behind him. "Gotta be more careful, if you don't wanna get caught," he said. "I gotta change and get a shower. You gonna stop? Or..." His voice trailed off.

Rock looked down at Mace and the tiger looked back up at him. They were silent for a moment. Their eyes were questioning. Rock was still hard as his name suggested, dark and pulsing before the kneeling tiger.

Mace finally answered the question for him. He leaned forward and let Rock's long cock rest on the bridge of his muzzle. He nuzzled the shaft and kissed it along the underbelly.

Confident now of no further visitors, Rock seemed to relax, sighing softly, settling into the blowjob. For some, the idea of being watched, of having another's eyes on him as he did this would have been hard to deal with. For Rock and Mace, it was not much different from doing it alone. Although it was different, even for them.

The wrestler wolf made his way slowly through the locker room, finding his locker and unlocking it. The entire time he never took his eyes off of Mace and Rock, a curious expression on his lupine face.

The black smoothness of Rock's shaft contrasted with Mace's orange-furred muzzle, and even moreso with the white fur of his chin as the tiger opened his mouth and began to suck. He pulled the big flesh pole past his lips, onto his tongue.

Rock let out an appreciative moan, leaning forward slightly.

Mace was still getting used to it, and he pulled back enough to look at it, the black of the hard, smooth cock no different from the color of the sheath around it, and then he began to suck again, sliding forward and back. Although he had no experience to draw from, he had recieved plenty of blowjobs from girls before, and he knew exactly what he liked. So he began doing this to Rock, his lupine boyfriend, who was extremely grateful.

The taller wolf, the wrestler, watched all this with mild interest. He was in no hurry to leave, and hung around his locker.

"I saw you in the last game of the season," he said to Rock. He looked down and watched Mace taking the wolf cock deep into his muzzle.

Rock half-grinned. "Yeah, fucking... unbelievably victory," he said huskily. The conversation seemed perfectly natrual to him; he was, after all, still decked out in full football gear, armor and jersey and all, so why not have some game talk?

The wrestler wolf nodded. "Took those last forty yards like you fuckin' owned 'em. Nobody was gonna take it from you."

Rock arched his brow. "Not in my house," he said. They both chuckled. Then they looked into one another's eyes.

Mace, with his mouth around Rock's cock, began to slide his tongue back and forth and suck firmly. This made a constant wet sucking sound. They both looked down at this.

Rock grunted softly, pressing his gloved hands against the metal lockers in front of him. "Fuck!" he groaned in pleasure.

The wrestler wolf muttered, "That looks like it feels fucking amazing."

Then their eyes met again, and Rock realized the wrestler wolf was imagining how it felt. They were sharing this, in a way, and the wrestler wolf was imagining how Mace's mouth would feel on his cock. In fact, each movement, expression and sound he made were all on display for the bigger wolf.

He asked between his intense lustful grunts, "You... ever play ... football? You're ... big enough."

The wreslter wolf rested one forearm against the lockers, cocking his hips (which were so much thinner than his shoulders) to one side slightly. "Nah, I don't do football. Good game, but--"

Rock didn't hear the rest, because the tiger had begun to put more pressure on his manhood, and it sent him over the edge. He bared his teeth and let his forehead hit the lockers, fingertips scraping along the metal. He hunched over as Mace pulled his cock completely into his mouth, and he felt the head push into the tiger's throat. His world was a wash of pleasure then, coursing through him like electricity from his throbbing wolfdick, as his thick cum rushed up the shaft and fired out the tip.

He felt all of this clothing very acutely -- the confines of the straps for his armor, his jersey, the jockstrap which was still pulled to one side... his entire body was one object of physical pleasure. Mace gagged once and only once, pulling back enough to swallow the wolf's seed without it being jammed in his throat. Rock's moans echoed through the locker room, accompanied only by the sucking sound of Mace's mouth.

And then it tapered off, gradually, and Mace pulled off, tentatively. He wiped his wet lips with one hand.

Rock stood up straight, running his hands through his hair at length. "Wow," he breathed. "Fucking amazing. First blowjob I've had since we been together."

Mace stood up, gazed into Rock's eyes. Their mutual magnetism pulled them together and they kissed lightly, tenderly. It was a special moment for them -- more intimate than some of their masturbation sessions. This was new, this was a first.

Rock's lips left Mace's with a wet click, and he whispered, "Love you."

The tiger grinned at him. "Love you too, salty."

"Salty?"

Mace chuckled. "Yeah, you'll see when it's your turn." He didn't let Rock respond to that. Instead he turned to the wrestler wolf. "How was it, watching?"

Rock meanwhile began to pull off his clothes. He lifted the jersey over his head, and began to unfasten and pull off his plastic padding. Underneath was only a sweatshirt he had cut up so the pads didn't rub him the wrong way. Mace began to do the same.

The wrestler wolf half-grinned. "I liked it. Not somethin' I'd wanna do. But watching is fucking awesome. Makes me wanna get mine sucked, too." He roughly grabbed the bulge in the front of his lycra shorts.

Rock nodded, dropping his gear on the bench next to him. "Feels fucking good. A couple months ago I never thought I'd wanna suck a guy's dick, but... now... I do." He looked into Mace's eyes.

Mace nodded. "It's not bad, like everyone makes it sound. Feels kinda good."

The big wrestler wolf hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his skintight shorts and he pulled them down. The big tube of his cock hung down between his legs, still encased in his dark furry sheath. He pulled back the furry foreskin with his hand, showing off several inches of dark cock.

"If you ever wanna suck on this, you just let me know," he said.

"Holy shit, that thing's big," Rock said. "It looks like mine."

"It does, sorta," Mace agreed. "That one would be like sucking your own cock."

"Except bigger," the wrestler wolf said. He cupped his massive shaft in his hand, squeezing it. "Mine's huge."

"Yeah," Mace said, tilting his head to Rock, his voice becoming softer. "I'll bet it wouldn't even fit in your mouth."

Rock objected immediately. "Course it would," he said. "It's... hot, too. It'd be fun to try."

There was a pause, and Rock looked at the tiger. Mace looked back at him and said, "Yeah, fun to watch, too."

"You ever watch two guys before?" the wrestler wolf asked. He was looking at Mace as he said this. There was tension in the air. The pauses between words were wrought with it.

Mace looked at the big wolf. "Never have."

There was silence for a few moments. Silence can be very loud before such decisions, when there are expectations in the air, things that may happen, or may not. Situations like that can be so complicated. Rock wondering if Mace wanted him to, if the wrestler guy was really implying it. Mace wondering if Rock was going to do it, or if he was imagining the situation.

Finally the wrestler wolf made a decisive move. He glanced down at his tower of an erection and said to Mace, "Well, if your boyfriend wants, you can watch a wolf sucking off a wolf."

Rock looked into Mace's eyes for a second, and then he began to walk forward, toward the taller, larger wolf. This was beyond anything they'd discussed, anything they'd ever implied before. Admittedly they had mostly gone by instinct from the beginning in the relationship, but this was more than either of them had ever considered.

Rock slowly sank to his knees before the big wrestler wolf. He looked up at him with an obvious mixture of hesitation and lust. Experimenting with his boyfriend was one thing, but now he was actually going to suck a cock because it was big and it belonged to a hot guy.

The taller, larger wolf stood there with his thick arms at his sides, a muscular anatony study, with his huge shaft standing straight out before him.

Rock was eye-level with this, and he cupped it in one hand. The dark pads of his palm matched the color of the cock. The wolf leaned forward and opened his mouth, his strong jaw working, which Mace had run his finger along so many times. Rock slid out his tongue and pressed it to the bottom of the cock in front of him. It left a trail of moisture as he slid it back to the tip, finishing his first wet lick.

Mace leaned back against the lockers. He let his hands fall to his sides, and his manhood stood straight out, his jock strap pulled beneath his balls. His knees were bent slightly, a bit shaky. He was watching Rock, his big wolf lover, cheat on him -- sucking another guy's dick. He'd never experienced such a complex layer of emotions before. He felt jealous. It tightened his stomach and made him both angry and anxious. But at the same time his head swam with arousal.

Rock took another lick, more deliberately, and took the head of the wolf's cock past his lips, into his mouth. The wrestler wolf moaned.

Mace sighed. This was the hottest thing he'd ever seen -- Rock, the big tough guy, who knocked people over on the football field, now kneeling, submitting to a larger wolf. He was afraid to touch himself, because he knew if he did, he'd probably cum immediately. So he simply stood there on rubbery legs, watching the guy he loved pleasuring the muscular wolf.

There was a bit of hesitation from Rock, and then it seemed that all resistance vanished, and he fell whole heartedly into it. He closed his eyes and relaxed his jaw, moving forward and taking as much of the cock as he could into his mouth. It made his dark, furry cheeks bulge out. Clearly he was having trouble with the size, but he was also enjoying it -- this was obvious. He slid back and forth slowly, every inch of the hard penis penetrating him, pushing toward his throat.

He was no longer Rock the tough guy, Rock the football player. In a way he still was, but now he was also submissive, giving this sexual pleasure, truly allowing himself to do enjoy it. With one hand he cupped the wrestler wolf's balls. They were too large to fit into his hand, and so one rolled to the side in its sac, hanging there. Rock gripped the base of the huge cock with his other hand, holding the foreskin back so he could put the most tongue friction possible on the shaft.

The wrestler wolf moaned, in response, his huge hands dangling at his sides, toes curling slightly as they stuck out the ends of his shoes.

This caused Mace to moan softly as well, watching this scene, knowing Rock was giving the wolf pleasure. He slid one hand down under his balls and cupped them gently, rolling the orbs in their furry sac, still not able to touch his cock or else he would cum. He could see Rock was no longer experimenting with this -- he was really getting into it. Rock's expression had changed, from his aggressive, curious glare to a completely submissive mask of concentration. He felt as though Rock had gone over to some other side, from being what he was, to this, a guy who sucked cock and got off on a big muscular wolf.

Rock began to find a rhythm, sliding back and forth on the flesh pole, using one hand and his mouth together, one long, warm, wet tunnel -- perhaps the way he'd seen it done to his own member so many times.

The taller wolf put his hands behind his head and looked down, watching it, displaying the V-shape of his naked torso. Once in a while he looked over at Mace, and their eyes met. There was tension, but no resistance in their gaze -- Mace wanted this to happen, just as much as it made him jealous.

He swallowed once, feeling a lump in his throat, and he asked the wrestler wolf, "How is he?"

The big wolf looked at him through half-closed eyes. "Fucking amaaaaazing," he said, drawing out the word.

This hurt Mace, as the rest of it did, but it felt good, too. The wrong of it was what excited him, just as much as the image of them itself.

The big wolf tensed up, and suddenly he thrust forward into Rock's mouth. Not expecting this, Rock withdrew, pulling off, and the wrestler wolf's cock fired out a spray of cum all over Rock's face. It splattered over his black fur, on his lips, muzzle, cheeks, and the bridge of his long muzzle.

The wrestler wolf's abdomen tensed beautifully, and his cock shot again, and this time most of it fired into the Rock's mouth. It spurted onto his tongue, and the next hit his chin, the white creamy liquid dripping down onto his chest, making a little stream between his dark pecs.

Rock watched this, his expression both surprised and somehow beautifully innocent, and he moved forward and slid his muzzle over the cock once again, even as it was shooting its juice, and his muscular throat worked once as he swallowed, and then again.

This was too much for Mace, and he let out a harsh cry of pleasure. He pumped his cock rapidly, and felt the wave of liquid joy rush up through his cock and burst from the tip. It shot in ropes through the air, landing on the cement floor between his feet. Some ran down in thin, hot trickles over his fingers, lubing up his cock which only made him stroke faster.

The wrestler wolf had one hand on the back of Rock's head, encouraging him as the wolf milked his shaft. Finally, all at once, the tension left his body, and he let his head roll back, sighing loudly with great happiness. All of the tense muscles in his body seemed to relax, and gradually, inch by inch he left Rock pull off of his shaft.

Mace felt the last few twitches of his manhood shudder through him, spreading out to all parts of his body, and then all the electricity left him, and he slumped back against the metal wall of lockers.

Rock finally felt the wolf's cock slide out fo his mouth, and and knelt there, head down, the remnants of cum on his chin and chest. He looked almost sad, his shoulders slumped, rising and falling slowly with his breathing.

The wolf wrestler patted him on the shoulder roughly with one huge hand. "Ahhhh... that was great, buddy. For a beginner, you really got a knack for it."

Mace walked over to them and stood over Rock. The wolf looked up at him, and Mace, and slapped his still half-hard, wet cock against the side of his wolven lover's face. It made a gentle wet slap. A few droplets of cum spattered out on impact. It was such a simple thing to do, but it felt right.

Rock stood slowly, facing him, and he slid his arms around Mace's neck. They hugged, warm bodies coming together tightly, and they kissed. Mace tugged at Rock's wet, salty lips, and the gesture was returned. They gazed into one another's eyes, standing so close, and their intimacy, which they had sacrificed for the presence of their interloper, returned to them. There would be talk of this later, of the implications, of the reasons and the results. But that would come later. What mattered at that moment was that they mend their closeness, their bond. They kissed deeply, and Mace tasted the cum on Rock's tongue.

The wrestler wolf seemed to realize this. Or perhaps he was simply bored, having been satisfied. He pulled his shorts up. "This was fun," he said, smiling. "Thanks. See you guys around campus."

He slapped Rock companionably on the back again and walked out.