Marcus was rock hard. Well, he was always rock hard. But this was a little different. He tried his best not to let others see just how much Jake's body turned him on. Even with the chlorine and the cold water dousing their bodies, Marcus could just barely make out the scent of Jake's pussy calling out to him. He was certain that his own pussy was doing the same to Jake. Admittedly, they were both terrible water polo players. The teams were evenly divided on skill level, but their, ahem, distraction was noticeable.
TWEET! went Mr. Harris's whistle. "Jake and Marcus, if the two of you can't stop messing around, I'll have you out of the pool and writing essays instead! Focus you two!"
Marcus growled a little indignantly. If only Mr. Harris understood how challenging it was to focus with while in heat. Jake simply winked at Marcus from the other end of the pool. His hand dropped below the water and cupped his sheath through the swimsuit. Marcus whined a little. He cupped his own rock hard cock, feeling it throb against him. He almost paddled over to Jake, ready to be taken right then and there in the water.
He suddenly heard a dog howling. His hands squeezed on his dick, which came to life very quickly. Marcus couldn't help himself as he began to cum. He howled, happy to release some of the tension in his dick. Jake had to grip the edge of the pool and cover his mouth to avoid making any noises. Marcus locked eyes with him as his cock continued to spew cum. Jake shivered, but Marcus could tell Jake had somehow managed to not cum. Marcus was just more trigger happy, he supposed. Doesn't help that he heard a sexy howl that sounded similar to his own. Marcus barely noticed when water splashed all over him. He hardly cared as a ball floated past him in the water. He didn't see his cum sliding out of his swimsuit.
TWEET! went the whistle again. "That's it! Jake! Marcus! Out of the pool! Shower and get back out here! You'll be writing an essay that will be due by tomorrow since you can't get your act together!" Jake dipped his head and sheepishly nodded. He pulled himself out, either intentionally or unintentionally giving Marcus a hot show of his ass. "Marcus!" Mr. Harris's face was beet red. "Toss the ball back over here and get moving!"
"Sure, whatever," Marcus grumbled. Out of spite, he hid his smirk as he rubbed the ball against his cummy swimsuit. He flung it back, and Mr. Harris caught it with one hand. He got out of the pool with a slight bark and chased after his mate. To say he was eager to shower with Jake would have been an understatement.
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"Damn, kids," John Harris grumbled. He handed the ball to Nathan, the senior pitcher for the baseball team. Mr. Harris brought the whistle to his lips and blew it. He smelled something odd. He looked at his hand, where the source was coming from. John's pussy pulsed a little when he realized he had cum on his hands. He quickly licked it up as discretely as he could. Damn, that tasted good. Where had that come from? Was it his? He could have sworn that he cleaned himself off before class started. He shifted a little in his chair, grinding his pussy against the seat as discretely as he could. He really needed to get fucked.