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Zack slowed his pace down on the track, his muscles screaming at him as he slowed down. His calves and thighs were throbbing and he made his way off of the rocky run lane. Their school had a unique track where it was made up of small, painted rock instead of the squishy asphalt that tracks are usually made of. Zack figured it was what made Timber High unique.

The senior stretched, the tanktop he was wearing lifting slightly to show off his abs and lower pecs. The shiba inu may have been a nerd, but that did not mean he did not take working out seriously. The dog's black fur mixed with his brown belly and his cute ears stood up at attention. His curly tail wagged behind him when he leaned down to grab his water bottle on the ground.

God, if only he didn't eat as much when studying. Maybe he could change his more stocky figure and round belly into something more trimmed and athletic. Zack shrugged. At least there was good food at home. He didn't want to diet like crazy when he was at the age where his metabolism was at full swing.

As Zack leaned down, a hand came down to smack his back. The vulnerable shiba nearly coughed up the water he swallowed but managed to keep it down before coming up. He wheeled around on his paw, ready to chew out whoever it was but was instead met by his best friend. A grinning, buff wolf smiled at him and his tail wagged. He was the epitome of a jock. He wore tight running shorts along with a tee shirt. The white track shirt left little to the imagination. Mostly because it was soaked with water from the neck area down.

"You should just pour cold water on yourself. Your stomach will get all upset if you chug the bottle," Cliff said with a grin. "You looked good today, though."

Zack never could figure out if his best friend was flirting with him but the sparkly blue eyes told him that it was just his imagination. The handsome wolf was probably swamped with requests for dates. Even though he was a year older than Zack, Cliff had a youthful immaturity. The naivety came with his obliviousness. Not like it was a bad thing. Zack found it oddly charming but it had started to creep itself into other parts of his life. Like his grades, for instance.

"G-good?" Zack stammered with a blush as he stepped back from his best friend and grabbed his right foot to start doing quad stretches. They were killing him today. Maybe he should have taken it easy over the break instead of running with Coach Johnson throughout the neighborhood.

"Yeah!" Zack affirmed and placed his hand on Zack's left shoulder. Some of the other team members started to finish up. One cheetah walked by the group and stumbled as he got towards a bottle of water.

"Well, comparatively! You ran with Johnson over the summer, right?" Cliff said with a pep to his step. He reached for his water bottle and towel combination and threw the towel over his shoulder. "I was going to but uhh..."

Cliff shuffled uncomfortably. "Well, grades kind of got in the way. Sorry I didn't show up all spring break, man. I know I promised but..."

"It's fine," Zack shrugged and took another large gulp of water. He paused to swallow it down before continuing. "Did you end up getting your grades situated?"

"Oh, it is going to take more than a week to get those situated, bro. You know Mrs. Grant is not going to go easy on the algebra test. Fuck, I'm so stressed just thinking about it already."

Cliff's ears folded in and his tail sagged. Zack placed a hand comfortably on his shoulders which seemed to lighten his mood. As much as a shoulder touch could, anyway. Zack was also feeling stressed. He knew the teachers had to pack in content after break but why did they have to make everything due on the same day?

"We got tomorrow and Wednesday to study. On Thursday, I bet you'll crush it."

"Heh, thanks," the wolf smiled.

Suddenly, the shrill sound of a whistle cut through the environment. Some of the students that were still running knew that their time was up. Practice was starting to come to a close and Zack's heart started to slow. It was the end of another busy day! He could go home, relax, and maybe play some video games.

"Attention! Gather round."

The speaker was a massive bull and it was the one and only Coach Johnson. He had the look of every stereotypical coach. A short-sleeve polo white polo that showed off way more than anyone bargained for. Tight shorts that hugged his well-developed thighs and all topped off with a camo ribbon tied around his forehead as a headband. Oh and who could forget his trademark silver whistle which he gave another blow to get the struggling runners to speed up for their finish.

When everyone was there, Coach Johnson cleared his throat and pulled out his clipboard. He looked through it, checking over his notes.

"You guys need a lot of conditioning for the season in the fall. Remember, you can sign up for my runs on the weekend and we will do a lap around Columbia. 3 miles in the morning and then some stretches to finish. It's great! Tell the freshman it's great, seniors!"

He chuckled at his own joke and the senior's eyes moved to the freshman like they were pieces of meat. Johnson looked around. His eyes followed around the group and then his eyes fell on Cliff. The wolf's ears jumped up.

"Cliff! You and Zack meet me in my office before you leave. We gotta have a conversation."

Cliff swore under his breath and I knew exactly what it was about. If Cliff ended his semester with bad grades, we would lose one of our top runners. Most likely, that was what the conversation was going to be about but Zack was confused why he was going to be involved too. He may have had a closer relationship to Coach Johnson then anyway but what did that even have to do with Cliff?

The wolf gave a concerned look to Zack and then looked back at Johnson. The bull raised a hand and gave it a flourish. "Y'all are dismissed. Enjoy your Monday."

Many of the various teammates walked out towards the parking lot to get into their parent's car. Others made their way towards the locker room to towel off and change. There weren't any showers in the locker room but it was functional enough. Zack wished there was a shower though. His body was drenched in sweat and he probably did not smell too great either. He was starting to think Cliff's advice about pouring water on himself had more than just a cooling function.

Each of the rest of the students made their way down the hill and towards the main gym. Coach Johnson headed our group and they were whittled down to about ten of us. The remainders shuffled inside their appropriate locker rooms with girls splitting to the right and boys walked to the left. Zack walked up to his locker and grabbed his backpack. In a swift motion, he threw it over his shoulders. The Wildcat's locker rooms really needed an upgrade. Zack's lock may have been latched on his door but the door handle was practically falling off the locker. The tiling was upgraded last year and the walls redone which gave the locker room a much needed face lift and Coach Johnson assured us that the lockers would be next.

"God, I really don't want to have this talk," Cliff frowned as he threw his own backpack over his shoulders and motioned with his head to an inconspicuous door in the corner of the locker room. It had a nameplate on the side which had the Coach's name printed on in black scrypt on the front.

"Come on, let's get this over with."

"It won't be as bad as you think," Zack assured and smiled.

"Yeah, maybe."

The duo made their way to the Coach's office and after a quick knock, Johnson beckoned them in. They were greeted with the sight of a neat little office. Trophies were placed inside of cabinets and their golden hues sparkled in the artificial light of the office. Coach Johnson sat at his desk with one leg crossed over the other and was tapping his clipboard as if contemplating what to say.

"Boys. Please sit."

Coach Johnson motioned to the two chairs in front of his relatively neat desk. Both Zack and Cliff nervously looked at one another and then took their seats. While Zack was seated, he subconsciously noted the two photos on Johnson's desk. The photos were small and the two couldn't tell what exactly they were but Johnson enjoyed looking over them each time he sat down at his desk. It was two team photos where the track and field team went to state.

Coach Johnson's eyes flicked to Cliff first and the wolf's eyes quickly looked away.

"Cliff, you really need to get your act together with your grades. Not only are you failing your algebra class, but Mrs. Grant told me you sometimes doodle in class."

Cliff shuffled uncomfortably. Out of everything, he figured Mrs. Grant couldn't see the notes he made in the margins of his work. They weren't anything bad but he couldn't concentrate enough to take notes. Math was just so BORING.

"I'm sorry, Coach Johnson."

"You shouldn't apologize to me, son."

Coach Johnson frowned and then leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "Listen, you are a good kid. Not only are you our best athlete, but algebra shouldn't be that bad for someone as smart as you."

"But I'm not that smart..."

Johnson shook his head. "That isn't the attitude you should have to this or you already gave up. Look..."

Coach Johnson spent about ten minutes talking to Cliff about his study habits and where he was putting his time. How Cliff should start studying smarter instead of harder and to put down the pencil in class as much as possible. It was kind of awkward for Zack who just sat there with his hands clasped and his thumbs together. Zack listened through it, not raising a peep. Zack did not want to get a lecture from Johnson while he was on a roll.

"....we'll have state coming up too, Cliff. Just don't throw that away because of being lazy about algebra. I know you can do better."

Cliff looked like a deflated balloon and he could barely meet his Coach's gaze. "Yes sir..."

Johnson sighed and finally turned to me. "That's why you are here, Zack. Listen, I need you to help your buddy out."

Zack was quiet and mulled over what Johnson meant. He needed to know exactly what his expectations were moving forward and since Johnson had been teaching for a while now, he knew that look. It was a look similar to how Zack looked during a baton race. Unsure but ready to go.

"I know how well you are doing in algebra and I think Cliff could benefit from some tutoring. At least let him have your notes. I know you take good notes because Mrs. Grant talks about you in the teacher's lounge."

"She does?" Zack replied with a blush. "Gosh, I didn't think that you guys would talk about me." Zack started to get shy and wiggle in his seat.

"It is nothing bad, I assure you," Johnson smirked and placed his clipboard down. "How about you two exchange note-"

"I got it all right here!" Zack exclaimed and pulled out his algebra notebook from his backpack before Johnson could finish. "Cliff can keep this one too."

Zack's small nub wagged excitedly behind him as he handed the surprised Cliff his whole notebook.

"What do you mean by keep?" Cliff spoke up. He tried to hand the book back but Zack declined.

"Nah, I use the book to study. Got the problems worked out. The notes are just my references and I can look that stuff up online if I get stuck. Sometimes, the different explanations can help me find another method that works better."

Cliff's mouth was agape and Johnson chuckled.

"Well, there you have it. You just got a full copy of notes so I suggest you copy those down and then give that notebook back to Zack."

"He doesn't have t-"

"I will not accept Cliff even attempting to use you, Zack. Cliff may be your best friend but I have seen friendships break down because boundaries weren't set," Johnson insisted. The Coach used his index and fourth finger to point at the two at the same time for his next statement.

"Now, I suggest you and Cliff set up some sort of schedule for studying. Now, I know you are busy but you guys could study other subjects too because Cliff could use a bump in those grades even if he isn't failing."

Cliff nodded and Zack felt a tinge of excitement. He was going to help his best friend and get to study a little more. He had the perfect idea too; one or two days a week before dinner and then maybe Cliff could stay over as well. Zack knew his mom would be okay with it if it meant they were studying together and if it was Friday then Cliff could stay over the weekend.

That would be more snacks for Zack. The stocky shiba inu's tail wagged. This would work out exactly how each of them wanted.

"Yes sir," Zack replied to Coach Johnson with a little bit more enthusiasm than he meant. He got up off of the chair and gave a polite headnod. "I should probably get ready to go, though. Got a bit of studying to catch up on. Is there anything else you need, Coach?"

Johnson shook his head. "Nah, you have done a lot for us already, champ." Johnson's eyes then moved towards the wolf. "However, you should stay. We'll look over the notes that Zack made and then point out areas where you should focus. With your test coming up, its important we get this right."

"Yes Coach," Cliff said with a defeated frown.

"Good. Zack, you are dismissed."

The shiba inu nodded and then excitedly got himself ready. The next few minutes were a blur. The locker room was strangely quiet now with everyone filtered out and probably back home. It left Zack to contemplate the most recent events as well as what he would be having for dinner.

"Mmmm, maybe mom made spaghetti again," Zack thought to himself, an extra amount of drool forming in his mouth.

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The week went by without a hitch. It was pretty much the usual. Waking up at around 8:00 am to make his way out to his car and then drive to school where he would have the same classes and then rinse and repeat.

Meanwhile, Johnson had plans of remodeling. A contracting team came in and took over the locker room. They immediately started to get to work but no one was allowed inside. It was a huge slew of innovation that Johnson headed himself. He did not want any of the students to get hurt or have to awkwardly maneuver past contract workers so all students were dismissed after practice and not allowed in their respective locker rooms.

Study hall with Cliff was more of a cram study session until Thursday finally rolled around. Surprisingly, Cliff was the first one to finish and it wasn't because he did not know any of the answers.

The wolf's tail could not stop wagging at the end of the test and he excitedly told Zack the news about his exam. The two decided to celebrate when the grades came out the following Monday. Cliff received a 95% which was the highest he got all semester. The friends celebrated with pizza and video games but their studying did not stop there. They had a history test on Asian culture coming up too.

Cliff received an 88% on that exam. Johnson was over the moon. During that weekend, Johnson was proud enough with the two that after their usual casual jog around Columbia, Johnson pulled Zack aside and told him that he wanted to reward him for all his hard work. He placed a meaty paw on the nerd's shoulder and gave him a warm smile.

"Hey, you have done such an excellent job that I feel I should reward you for your hard work. Something special that only you would appreciate," Johnson barked happily. "I want you to come to the locker room at school. I'll keep the door unlocked and Cliff will be there too. We will have our own personal party. Sound good?"

Zack was too elated to say no. After all, a personal party for him? How could he turn down such an exciting offer. He wondered how much he was being talked about now. He hoped they were talking about how good of a guy he was helping his friend out with his grades and pulling his transcript around. At least, that was what he anticipated.

"Y-yeah! I'll be there!" Zack smiled and he grabbed his phone out of his pocket to text his parents he would be out.

"Awesome. You catch up when you can, champ," Johnson said and he squeezed Zack's shoulder. "You did good today."

"Thanks, Coach!"

When Zack gathered his duffel bag, he immediately made a beeline for the school's gym. Luckily, it wasn't too far of a walk. His legs were still a little sore from the jog but there was something so exciting about being invited to school on a weekend. Nobody really gets that privilege. The shiba's curly tail wagged behind him as he grabbed the secondary entrance to the gym that led down to the locker room. There were lights on in the hallway but it was completely empty.

Not a soul was there besides him, Johnson, and Cliff. At least, Zack thought the other two were somewhere inside. Zack walked towards the door of the men's locker room and opened it. Immediately, his sensitive ears picked up on the sound of two voices chatting. He could not quite make out their words but he knew by the timbre that it was his Coach and Cliff.

"I'm here!" Zack shouted and the sound reverberated throughout the locker room.

"Ahh, good! Come back near the showers."

Near the showers? They didn't work at all. That didn't make any sense.

"Uhh, okay?"

Zack walked deeper into the locker room but something was weird. The lockers were all torn down. Not just that, but there were new lockers set off to the side. The whole changing area was being remodeled!

"Oh wow!" Zack yelled out loud.

The shiba sped up his pace to the old showers. If the lockers were being redone, Zack's mind started to wonder towards the showers. When he rounded the corner, he was met with a brilliant sight. New, stainless steel showerheads gleamed in the artificial light of the locker room. The tiling was also new. A nice, bright white mosaic that provided a utilitarian cleaning function.

"Oh my gosh," Zack wooed as he looked over the shower heads. "This is really cool for the team! What a great surprise!"

There was a chuckle from Johnson.

"That isn't the surprise, boy."

Zack's heart skipped when he heard the tone in Johnson's voice. His eyes skimmed over the new showers and their gleaming steel to slowly move to the right. Zack gasped.

Standing there in the middle of the shower room completely naked was both Johnson and Cliff. Their cocks were hard, erect and throbbing. Both had a hungry, primal look in their eyes as they looked over the cute, oblivious shiba inu.

"Wha-..."

Johnson only held one thing in his hand; Zack's notebook. He opened it up to the final page and Zack's heart dropped. He knew what was back there and completely forgot to tear the page out before giving Cliff his notes.

"Cliff found out something really interesting about you, Zack. You are quite the artist," Johnson began as he showed Zack the picture. It was a well-detailed drawing of the three of them. Zack was on his knees, worshiping a very proud Cliff who had his hands behind his back. Zack's head was guided by Johnson's hand which was firmly set on the back of his head and pushing it forward into Cliff's crotch. Zack's cheeks were clearly full as he gave head to his best friend. Fictionally, of course.

"O-oh, you guys. That isn't mine..."

Cliff was the one who stepped forward this time, a smirk on his face. Zack had never seen him that way before. His best friend was always so gentle and calm and here he was showing off his fangs like he was some sort of predator. Zack took a step back but felt the cool embrace of the new tile push into his back. He was trapped! He was trapped with his best friend and Johnson. God, they must have thought he was such a pervert but why would they get naked?

A clawed finger pushed into Zack's chest and the stocky shiba looked up to his best friend's grinning face. "Then why did you draw it in your history notebook too? Do you doodle porn in class all the time, bro?"

"N-no..." the shy Shiba protested and tried to wiggle out of the position he was in but Zack's thick body blocked him. The wolf was ripped. His rippling abs and thick arms were so large and in charge but now they were being used to pin him. Zack did not want to think about the fact that this was obvious harassment. Why didn't they just turn him into the principal?

"Oh my God, do we have to spell it out for you?" Cliff chuckled. "You helped me ace every test and you are too busy panicking to think that we are naked for you."

Zack paused.

"You mean, you aren't going to hurl insults at me and send me to the principal?"

"Bro, we are naked..."

Johnson placed a hand on his forehead. "Son, you know how much trouble I could get in if you report us?"

They had a point. The lightbulb went off in Zack's head and the nerd was embarrassed first and then nervous. Cliff placed a hand on Zack's shoulder, the squeeze on it hard and reassuring.

"Coach Johnson and I have been meeting in private since this semester started. We wanted to include you in as a big thank you."

Zack's eyes sparkled as he looked up at his best friend. The fact they weren't going to report him was relief enough but he had the power over them. They were doing this because they wanted to.

"That's really...nice."

Johnson's laughter boomed and walked towards the duo before getting between them. He still wore his camo headband and the silver whistle around his neck glimmered in the artificial light of the locker room.

"Yeah, it is. Now, have you ever done anything with a guy, boy?"

Zack looked up at his Coach and shook his head. "No sir."

"Well, it is time to learn then. Kneel."

The dominant, low voice of his Coach reverberated through the locker room and Zack could not help but obey. The excitement that shot through his body and the adrenaline that followed was like a drug. His mind was in a fog as Cliff's member throbbed in front of him. Beads of pre rolled down the head and over Cliff's round orbs. Each one had to be filled to the brim of Cliff's essence. Zack's mouth watered as the young track jock's musk washed over him and filled his nose.

A hand moved to the back of Zack's head and stroked his ears. Then, hands gripped the back of it and led him forward. Cliff's cock rubbed against his cheek. The warmth sunk into his right cheek and the wet mixture of pre and sweat soaked into Zack's fur. The smell wasn't unpleasant but it was nothing like Zack imagined. There was a spice to it that only came from another man and the act might have been dirty but there was no place Zack would rather be.

Zack took a breath and a warm puff of air washed over the bottom of Cliff's maleness. It tingled the sensitive nerves which made the wolf let out a breathy sigh. Johnson watched with increased interest and gave a smile.

"Good boy. Open that pretty mouth of yours."

Zack opened wide and let his tongue roll out. He felt silly in the position but there was something hot about how vulnerable he was. There was nothing he could do but take whatever was going to be dished out at him. Zack's tail wagged behind him as Johnson wrapped a large mitt around the base of Cliff's shaft and lined it up with Zack's open mouth.

"Be a good slut and open wide for your fantasy," Johnson growled and led Cliff's head forward. The Shiba barely had enough time to register the fact that he was teased with such a demeaning word but he didn't care. It only added texture to the overall experience. He needed his friend. No, he wanted him so bad. Every part of his body from his heart to what was between his legs was surging. It was like he wasn't in control anymore. His body was reacting before his mind could process what was going on but maybe it was because he already was comfortable with what was happening.

Johnson watched with a smile as Zack opened his mouth and took in Cliff's huge cock. The first thing that Zack noted was the taste. The pre that leaked into his mouth provided a sharp saltiness that was nothing he ever had in his mouth before and the sweat that built up on Cliff's member only added to the sensation. Zack did not find it unpleasant. In fact, he found it the exact opposite. The next thing Zack felt was the heat. The wolf was like a hot furnace that constantly radiated outward. It reminded Zack of where he was and what he was doing.

Zack took more of Cliff's cock into his muzzle and the moan that he got for it was like pure bliss. It only spurred him to go further. He wanted to pleasure Cliff so bad that he did not realize how far he was hilted on Cliff's shaft and a rough gag alerted the group that he pushed himself way too hard.

"Bro, not so fast. Take it easy," Cliff cooed and rubbed Zack's right cheek soothingly. "Just relax. Your mouth feels...nnnngh...wonderful."

Zack blushed and adjusted himself. Not only his posture but his own member in his shorts.

"Cliff's right. No need to be so hungry. We have all day to enjoy ourselves. You'll get your snack soon, pup," Johnson huffed. The bull still kept his hand on the back of Zack's head as if it was guarding over him. Or maybe it was possessive and just letting Zack know his place. Either way, the touch only added to how Zack was feeling. The shiba wanted to pleasure his best friend. He wanted to be the reason that Cliff got off.

"Ahhh, there you go. Grgh, that's it," Cliff encouraged as Zack concentrated on the first few inches. His mouth worked over the tip of Cliff's cock before wrapping around the center and back up again. His smooth, but inexperienced mouth left a trail in its wake. Cliff did not care about the inexperience, though. Zack was making up for it in his eagerness. The shiba's tail wagged as he gave his best friend a blowjob. Each stroke of his tongue milked more out of the wolf. Johnson started to push harder on the back of Zack's head which forced him to take more and more.

"Drain that cock," Johnson grunted lewdly as he watched Zack suck and slurp up the shaft. Zack started to get deeper and his throat contracted around the shaft that spread it open. He was no longer gagging but was used to the pressure pushed on it. Zack bobbed his head back and retreated all the way back to the tip.

"Oh damn," Cliff sighed and spread his legs.

"Make it shine, pup," Johnson with a tone that sounded like any good Coach wanting their players to succeed.

Cliff's legs started to wobble with each pass. Zack may have been new to sex but he was already performing well. Zack had already made it three fourths of the way down his shaft and then back up again only to repeat the process. Again and again, Zack descended down and made his way back up again. Zack did not care that his own member throbbed in pulsed in his shorts or that a nice wet spot formed at the crotch. He wanted to pleasure Cliff. It was the fantasy of it and the allure was the carrot.

"Nnnnngh..."

"Keep going," Johnson commanded. "Make sure to go all the way."

Zack did as he was told and Cliff's member disappeared inside of his throat. The wolf could make only small noises and whimpers. His face was red, heat flushing his cheeks and he had to use the wall to his right and Zack's head to keep himself balanced. Two paws now practically dwarfed the shiba's head as he worked. The sound of slurps and sucking rang throughout the locker room and if anyone walked in, they would instantly pick up on the smell of sex if they didn't hear what was going on first.

Suddenly, Cliff's legs nearly collapsed.

"S-stop! Stop!"

Zack did as he was told, snapping out of the trance he was in but even Johnson looked somewhat concerned.

"What's wrong?" Johnson asked, his teacher voice coming through.

Cliff was panting and his muscles were flexed. When Zack pulled his mouth away from Cliff's member, thinking that he nicked him with his teeth, Zack was relieved there wasn't any blood. Cliff was leaking, though and his member didn't stop throbbing when he pulled his mouth away. Zack was almost spellbound watching it jump.

"I was about to cum..." Cliff finally admitted when he was done panting up a storm. Zack's ears shot up and he had a prideful look on his face.

"So?" Johnson chuckled. "Isn't that the point?"

"I want to fuck him," Cliff said with a growl to his voice. His eyes shot to Zack's own and looked straight at him.

Johnson raised an eyebrow. He did not know his students were so enthusiastic and had such a mouth on them.

"Alright. But let's see what Zack has to say."

Johnson looked at Zack expectedly.

"Do you want Cliff inside of you?" Johnson said as if it was the most casual thing.

"I-I don't know..." Zack said as he looked up at the bull and his cheek almost brushed against Johnson's shaft in the process.

"Stand up, pup."

Zack did as his Coach asked.

"Look at Cliff."

Coach Johnson came up behind the shiba and wrapped him arms around Zack's waist to pull him close. The huge arms left no choice for Zack and his clothed body grinded up against Johnson's naked form.

"O-oh Coach..." Zack whined and craned his neck back.

"Don't look at me, pup. Look at what you did to your wolf."

"My wolf..." Zack whispered and looked over at Cliff to see the wolf was still hard and leaking. Zack felt a pair of lips kiss his cheek before a burst of breath.

"You should see how cute you looked between his legs. I could see how much you wanted him to stuff you full. I knew that you had the look of a hungry cock sucker. But you don't want to be just that....do you?"

Zack whimpered as Johnson's hands moved down towards his shorts and pulled them down along with his briefs. Zack stepped out of them but Johnson's actions did not slow. The bull's hands continued to work across Zack's cute but curvy body. Across the shiba's belly and around his thick thighs. Then the hands worked off the shiba's shirt and pulled it off his body. Zack did not protest and in fact, he held up his hands to let it happen. Cliff watched with intense interest. He tried his hardest not to touch himself but watching Zack get manhandled by their Coach was making it hard to resist.

"Yeah, make more of those noises for me, slut," Coach Johnson said and took one of Zack's ears in his mouth. He bit down on it lightly. The move was enough to make Zack's legs nearly fall out from under him.

"God..."

"Cliff needs you, Zack. He needs you like he needed those notes for studying. He wants you bad enough that he was the one that wanted to do this. He wanted to get to you. When we found those notes, we couldn't help ourselves," Coach Johnson whispered in Zack's right ear. The shiba's eyes went wide.

"Is that true, Cliff? Do you really want me?"

Something hard and unyielding slid between Zack's butt. It was wet and warm and the amount of pre that leaked down made Zack shiver. Zack gasped as his Coach started to roll his hips. The hotdogging took the dog by surprise. His supple ass was being used as a tool and he was enjoying the smooth motion of it sliding between his cheeks and past his hole.

Cliff was quiet. He watched Zack grind up against Johnson and shots of jealousy shot through him like small electric shocks. Each push of the bull's hips made him want it to be him making that motion. He wanted to be the one holding Zack close and exploring something that Zack never experimented with. Truthfully, he never experienced it either. He wanted to try it, though.

"Cliff, if you don't say anything, I'm going to be the first one to breed your boy," Coach Johnson taunted as he slid his cock between Zack's cheeks. The sloppiness of the pre was making the sliding much easier and the next slide, he lined up his cock with Zack's hole.

Cliff was still silent.

"Suit yourself," Johnson grunted in Cliff's direction. "Prepare yourself for a spreading, slut."

Johnson rolled his hips. His tip popped in and there was a flash of pain across Zack's vision. Zack never expected his first time would be with the Coach but he knew he was in experienced hands. Johnson's member pushed just a little deeper and Johnson grinned at Cliff. Johnson's hands moved to Zack's hips to hold him in place.

"Mmmm, you feel so tight, Zack. Your ass is gonna be nice and full by the time I am done."

"O-oh God..." Zack groaned out, his ears flicking downward submissively. Although there was the initial pain at first, there was a hint of a spark there too. Something of his was being pushed. Something deep inside of him was being fanned like the beginning of a fire. It might have just been a fizzle but the pulse went straight to Zack's cock and he gasped out.

"Wait!"

Johnson stopped and waited. Zack was panting, his hand on Johnson's own as if preventing him from moving any further.

"Cliff?" Zack said and looked at his friend.

"I want to be the one to do it."

Johnson smiled and slipped out of Zack. The dog gave a sigh as the fullness disappeared. The phantom of the feeling lingered, however. It was intense for Zack to say the least but not unpleasant and the shiba adjusted himself and lifted his tail.

"Heh, wondering why I didn't hurt ya?" Johnson asked as he jerked himself off. The motion was fluid and there was a squelching sound as he stroked himself. It sounded viscous with long and fluid motions marking the slick squelching.

"Lube?" Zack answered and he reached back to lightly touch his tailhole. It was slick to the touch and slippery. Then Zack saw Johnson holding a small, pink wand looking thing in his hand. At the end was a plunger which Coach Johnson's finger was looped through.

"Lube dispenser. Shoved it up your hole. You were so into grinding against me that you didn't notice it slip in," Coach Johnson chuckled. "You really are something else, Zack."

The shiba took a long breath and his belly flexed. "Heh, thanks Coach."

Johnson smirked and grabbed Zack's shoulder to turn him around. He gasped, now face to face with his Coach. The dominant bull wrapped a hand around the young stud's cock and pushed his own right up against the shiba's smaller member. Zack blushed as Johnson stroked off their cock's together and then used his other hand to push him into his chest.

Zack whimpered as he was manipulated where Johnson wanted him to go. The bull's musk from between his pecs had a nice scent. It was a mixture of the shampoo he used and his natural earthy musk. Like pine needles and juniper berries but with a more mischievous side. Zack's legs shook as Johnson continued to stroke the track nerd and he leaned forward to give Zack a kiss on his cheek.

Zack blushed, his little tail wagging and he mewled when Johnson moved down to his balls and rubbed them.

"Mmmm, my little geek's balls are so full for daddy. You want to cum for your bull?" Johnson growled as his hand moved across the bottom of Zack's shaft. When the shiba's tongue coiled out of his muzzle, Johnson smirked.

"You have such a good face, slut. I bet you wanted Cliff's cock forever. You just did not want to admit it. Bet you blew so many loads to this situation, huh?" Johnson cooed.

Zack melted. The dirty talk plus Johnson's nimble hands nearly made his eyes roll back into their sockets. He tried to keep his gaze up but Johnson's hand pushed him back into the bull's pecs.

"Yes sir. I have been thinking about C-Cliff....for so long..." Zack moaned and the shiba nearly jumped when two hands gripped his ass and spread it. Zack knew who was behind him but he kept his face buried between his Coach's pecs. It was so erotic. Everything of his dreams was coming to a head.

"That's a good boy," Johnson growled and the hand on the back of his head trailed down to stroke across his back. "Such a good boy for daddy bull. Bet you'll cum buckets. You want to be our little toy?"

Zack spread his legs, shivering when Cliff's cock lined right up with his hole and Zack felt a warm breath tickle his neck. The shiba shivered and his tail flicked upward.

"Oh Cliff..." Zack groaned but his pitch shifted into more of a yip when Coach Johnson shoved him right into his left pit. The bull had his arm extended upward, his arm flexing and he stuck out his tongue to a frowning Cliff.

"Boy was making too much noise. You want to get caught?" Johnson snickered as Cliff as he brought his other hand to rest on the back of the shiba's head. "Mmmm, damn. What a nice tongue, too."

Zack couldn't answer. His mind was swimming in musk. The scent that was between Coach Johnson's pecs was even stronger now that it was straight from the source. The sweat and musk that Zack was smothered in was like an aphrodisiac and made the shiba push back harder against Cliff. It shot up through his nerves and straight into his brain. The signal back pulsed and went straight down to his cock. Pre dribbled onto the ground and the shiba moaned in Johnson's hold.

"W-whoa...."

"Easy now, cowboy," Coach Johnson chuckled and squeezed his arm around the shiba's head with a grunt. "Don't get too excited."

Zack gave a moan of acknowledgement. Or at least, it sounded like it. The two didn't know for sure. Zack grinded back against Cliff, his body reacting on its own and wanting his best friend more than anything. He had so many fantasies on so many different nights. His hand wrapped around his cock and jerking away as he imagined Cliff taking him against the shower or lifting up his legs and spearing into him.

"Mmmmpgh...."

Johnson chuckled. "That's it boy. Just relax and breathe your daddy in."

Zack tried to mumble something in response but it came out even more muffled. He could only see darkness and had to rely on feeling. It was like sensory overload. There was only one thing that stood out like a flag in the wind.

Cliff's cock tip slipped into him. The movement was quick and painless. The initial penetration from Coach Johnson made the penetration easy and Cliff bit his lip to stifle a primal howl of conquest. Zack rolled his hips and more of his endowment entered the submissive shiba. The tight warmth that surrounded him only spurred him to push deeper and he reached up to grip Zack's shoulders as he moved further inside.

"Oh wow, look at him go," Coach Johnson whistled. The bull felt the vibrations from the shiba's moans run up along his body and shake his muscles. There was no doubt that Zack was enjoying himself. Johnson had some second thoughts about making his boy be quiet. He pulled Zack out of his pit and Cliff gave a long gasp. The fresh air contrasted the fresh musk that spread across his face.

"Mmm, let's hear your sweet voice, pup," Coach Johnson said. "Moan for daddy."

Zack started to moan immediately as Cliff pushed in further. The feeling of getting spread was intense but without the pain, it was like small electric pulses were pushing through him. Each time Zack felt more inches sink into him, his own body rewarded him. It was self-gratifying.

"How are you holding up there, stud?" Johnson said as he looked at the more muscular wolf. The young top was panting as Zack closed around him. Sweat caked his forehead and Johnson knew that the wolf was already close. It was all over Cliff's face.

"G-good..."

"Really? Because you look like you are going to nut right away. Not like I mind, though. Always room for more and I know you probably can seed up your boy twice..."

Cliff cringed at the language but he didn't care. Coach Johnson was right. The ass in front of him was so tight and warm and inviting. The way it curved around his cock like he belonged inside Zack was a feeling that the wolf would never forget. His focus was completely on Zack who was grunting and shifting. The wiggling only pushed him deeper and the shiba gave a weak groan.

"Take it, boy," Coach Johnson said and spread Zack's ass to show off his hole. Cliff blushed, watching as the last of his member was finally housed right where it belonged; inside Zack. His full balls kissed Zack's own and his own tingled. The tingle turned into a roar at the slightest movement and Cliff moaned out.

"I-I won't....last long..." Cliff said with an embarrassed blush.

"Heh, don't worry about it, stud," Johnson smirked. "Last as long as you can and blow. Fill your boy up."

"Yes sir," Cliff meekly said and started to move his hips. One pump out should've been a piece of cake. For the inexperienced, however, it was far from easy. Cliff's legs shook as he pushed back in. Zack gave a long groan that tickled his ears and made him nearly lose all control. He had to breed. It was only natural and his body was screaming at him to go all out.

But Zack was someone special. The shiba was so quiet and cute in class and the way he acted so innocent made his heart skip. He wanted the shiba ever since they started to hang out after school. The dog wasn't innocent; he was dirty just like him. The way he wore those tight little briefs and teased him should have been a sign.

Zack groaned and pushed back. The needy move was enough to send Cliff plummeting over the edge.

"Ahhhh fuck! G-gonna...mmmmrphhh...."

The heat was what Zack felt first. It made his eyebrows shoot up. Next was the pulses. There were at least eight total and he could feel Cliff's balls lift as they contracted to deposit all their pent up seed. Several shots of cum filled Zack's guts as he was spurted into and Johnson's cock throbbed up against Zack. The scene of his two players indulging in each other's bodies was delicious. The taboo of it all was as sweet as the feeling of Zack's cold saliva still on his armpit. It was disgusting but so great. They were all a perfect, naughty trio.

A mischievous smile crossed Johnson's lips. "There ya go, sport. Give your slut what he wants."

Cliff drooled. It wasn't the best look for him but he didn't care. He was on cloud nine as he unloaded. He pushed deeper and got another soft hum of encouragement from Zack.

"Oh Cliff. I'm so full."

Cliff's huge load was too much for Zack to handle and several drops of cum dripped down onto the locker room floor. The white tile hid the sin but all three of them knew what secrets it was about to splattered with. Cliff leaned forward, his built chest rubbing warmly up against Zack's back and he gave a smile at the panting shiba.

"Sorry that I didn't last long," Cliff smiled and Zack returned the gesture.

"Hehe. You felt so good. It doesn't matter," Zack replied. "You can go again if you want."

Cliff was flabbergasted. He never had someone who wanted him as much as Zack did. They were like two peas in a pod but now their relationship was starting to bloom like a flower during spring. His heart had that familiar feeling it had when Zack gave him that cute smile.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Heh, whatever Coach gave me really loosened me up. I think I can go again," Zack said with a cheery demeanor. His tail wagged and brushed up against Cliff's abs.

"R-really?" Cliff shyly stuttered out. "You'd do that for me?"

"Yeah!" Zack chuckled. "You can go as many times as yo-"

"Alright, that's enough," Johnson huffed. "Now, it is my turn..."

"Wha-"

Zack hardly had time to protest as he was lifted up like a sack of potatoes. Cliff's cock was still lodged inside him and Zack could feel it readjust and move. There was a point where it pushed right up against his prostate and the shiba's hard cock throbbed.

"And now to set you down..." Johnson smirked as he watched Zack's cock throb against his abs. In one smooth motion, the bull lowered Zack down onto his cock. Cliff watched with shock as Johnson's member spread open Zack's hole even wider. Cliff's cum provided a nice lube for the Coach's cock as it pushed further inside Zack.

The shiba saw stars as his hole opened up for both of the cocks. Unlike before, there was a tad bit of pain as he was opened up and small tears formed at the corner of his eyes.

"H-hold on, sir! Please!"

Coach Johnson stopped. "Oh? But I'm all the way in? Can't you feel me, slut?"

Zack gasped, feeling both cocks together inside of him. When his hole contracted, he inadvertently squeezed around both Cliff and Johnson's member. The wolf's abs rubbed against Zack's back and although he felt like Johnson pushed his friend a bit too hard, he could not argue with the results.

After all, his Coach was always one to push students to break past their own barriers. The pain that Zack felt melted into pleasure. His body was like butter and ready for Johnson to mold him how he wanted. Cliff was along for the ride as the bull pulled out. Each of them wasted no time getting into a rhythm.

"You are such a tight pup," Johnson lewdly spat out and leaned forward to give Zack's neck a love bite. The shiba yipped, his body involuntarily spasming before he relaxed and the Coach pushed in even deeper. The thrust ended with a splatter as cum rained down onto the locker room floor. Johnson's cock was big enough that it displaced whatever load was pumped into Zack and the bull felt a sense of pride shoot through him.

"Mmmph...grrph....oh god..."

"None of that now," Johnson mumbled and leaned forward to kiss Zack passionately. It was less loving and more possessive. Like Johnson was marking him for later. Cliff blushed as he watched his Coach take Zack. Jealousy started to pour into him. How come he wasn't the one making out with the shiba and taking what was his? Cliff bristled as the Coach opened an eye as he stuck his tongue down Zack's throat.

Why couldn't that be him? Why couldn't he do that?

Coach Johnson pulled away with a huff, saliva dripping down his chin as he fucked into the moaning shiba. Cliff could feel that massive cock grind against his and his still sensitive cock begged to shoot off again.

Zack turned around, his arms wrapped around Johnson and his tail was completely lifted. He was in utter heaven. Powered by hormones and sex. The cute shiba was replaced with something hungry for carnal pleasure.

"Z-Zack?"

The shiba's glazed over expression cleared and he blushed as Johnson continued to thrust up into him.

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Johnson watched, quiet for once as he ravaged the man bouncing on his lap. He smirked. What lovebirds.

"Of course," Zack said with a smile.

Unlike with Johnson, Cliff kissed Zack soft and slow. Their lips moved gently against one another. Zack let Cliff take control and relaxed as Cliff moved his lips ever so slowly. Their muscles danced together as they enjoyed the serene moment between them. Neither of the two thought their relationship would end the way that it did but it did not matter. All that Cliff wanted was Zack and all that Zack wanted was his wolf.

When they broke away, their eyes did not leave each other. Even as Cliff's pants started to increase in tempo and as Johnson's balls crashed into his. They may have shared the same man but Cliff knew that Zack was his. The way the dog's eyes sparkled was as clear sign as any. Johnson grunted as he started to roll his hips harder into the shiba and the dog's cock throbbed against his Coach's muscular abs.

Again, the Coach's cock pushed in and Zack gave a whimper. "Cliff, I'm gonna cum..."

"Do it," Cliff huffed. "Cum for us."

Zack shivered. His balls pulled up. The pulses that were caused by his prostate getting pummeled started to get harder. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his orgasm rocked his body. The throes of it made his fingers twitch and grip into Johnson's muscular body. Zack opened his mouth but nothing came out. His cock spasmed and with one more thrust into him, Zack came.

Cum exploded out of the shiba's cock. Johnson's right cheek got hit by stray shots and Cliff whooped as another shot streaked across Johnson's muscles. Cliff started to thrust harder into Zack's twitching body and he got a long groan from Zack as the shiba unleashed more cum.

"Holy hell, boy. Should have told me you were a fountain!" Coach Johnson said as another streak went right by his neck. "Making you nut all over."

There was another hard throb from Zack's cock and his hole squeezed. This time, Cliff bit his lip. Without warning, Cliff's own member unleashed the second load of the night. It rolled down Zack's taint and dripped over his balls. His hole couldn't hold it in and Cliff whimpered as he came inside his best friend.

"Wow, can feel you cumming but can you handle me next?" Johnson taunted and with one final thrust, the bull pushed into Zack's ass and roared. A torrent flooded the shiba's hole. The warmth was unlike anything that he had ever felt. It was almost never ending and he could only take what was offered to him. Seed splattered the floor and soaked Cliff's paws. It was a mess and the drains started to do their due diligence.

Eventually, even Coach Johnson started to slow. His pants waned and he held the spent Zack with all of his remaining strength. He gave the shiba a kiss on the cheek.

"How was that for a gift?"

Zack groaned. "Can we go again?"

Cliff chuckled and Johnson shook his head. "Better let you rest but we can set up some one-on-one time."

The bull set the shiba down and the wobbly legged dog made his way over to the shower wall to steady himself. He still felt ready to go. The lube worked wonders but he was a mess of sweat, armpit musk, and now three loads. He was soaked.

"Maybe two-on-one time?"

Cliff smiled. "I'd like that."

The wolf walked over to his friend and wrapped his arms around the shiba's shoulders. "You could have told me you had a crush."

Zack blushed. "I didn't know how to tell you."

Cliff smiled and gave his friend a small kiss. Zack's redness in his cheeks only deepened.

"You can start with a date and work from there," Cliff replied with a wink. "How about video games and pizza tonight?"

Johnson smiled. "Sounds like you two might steal the two-on-one time..."

"We'd pencil you in, Coach," Cliff joked and gave his friend a more passionate kiss on the lips. Zack's tail wagged happily behind him.

The three showered down and Cliff treated his friend to video games and pizza after their long affair. The two ended up tangled together in bed and cuddled in one another's arms. Nothing was going to stand in their way and Zack would make sure Cliff passed his classes no matter what. After all, Cliff now had his own personal tutor.