The sight of the one boy wearing metallic gold knee length tights sliding up and down on the anal plug in front of the coach draws your attention. You feel your own orgasm building thanks to the boy behind you thrusting his cock into yours that he has stretched out to fit into. Your own male orgasm its first, as your canine cock swells, keeping your shaft from sliding back into your tail. The boy on the bottom row of the bleachers stands up screaming 'Yes' with the anal plug still planted firmly in his ass while a large glob of white splooge oozes down the front of his shimmery tights.
The coach looks up, "Next?" You quickly raise your hand and pull your cock back to you, the knot still engorged. You quickly get to the bottom and take an anal plug from the coach and lick the suction cup and attach it to the bleacher and then press the tip into your slippery vagina, pressing the fabric of your suit into you as well.
You smile as the coach reminds you, "Orgasm first before lifting off the bleacher with the plug inside you."
Just as you start, you hear another orgasm grunt and a pop, with the coach calling "Next" to the remainder of the class.