Yet another hot summer day when Coach Hayes took one of his favorite students out to golf.
well, not exactly.
Coach used Rhys as a Caddie for his clubs and balls, Rhys didn't play golf most of the time he'd just sit in the golf cart and watch the older wolverine, "Fetch my balls" he'd boom "whip out that big club" he would order as well.
Rhys did what he was told, he didn't want to disappoint or anger the coach, but the reality of it that he was bored, very bored. He'd often wander his eyes around the clubhouse, the large plains of grass, the loud noises coming from traffic outside the high chainlink fences that surrounded the area.
"Hey, Caribou, watch this shot... heh" the deep voice of Mr. Hayes rang out.
Rhys averted his gaze to watch the wolverine take his shot, but was drawn to something else, Mr. Hayes himself. The younger reindeer looked him up and down, taking in the sight of the fat wolverine swishing his hips and club for practice, but when the reindeer saw Coach bend to take the shot, his heart almost skipped a beat when his eyes met the wolverine's huge rump.
Rhys has no idea why Mr. Hayes's slacks haven't ripped yet from the sheer amount of ass that filled them, he must get those things tailored the way they're clinging to his form. The reindeer noticed no underwear lines either, it was smooth and rotund, it was perfect the way the sun landed on his backside, from belt to hem all the notable muscle and fat curves were defined.
Rhys could feel himself getting hard, thinking bout Mr. Haye's rump teasing him just a few feet away, the fun it must be to grope and play with those fat cheeks of his turned the reindeer on.
*THWACK*
The sound of the wolverine swinging at the ball brought him back to reality but was met with a sound a golfer didn't want to hear.
*PLOP*
"Fuuuuuck, How?" Mr. Hayes growled, starting to make his way back to the golf cart. I lined that up perfectly!"
"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck" Rhys panicked in his head, suddenly in the passenger seat, quickly relaxing himself to hide the throbbing erection in his shorts, angling his massive meat down the side of his leg, hopefully it'll work.
"I hate this hole anyway" groaned Mr. Hayes as he slunk into the cart, the suspension creaking underneath him from the weight of the man.
"Sorry about that, Coach" Rhys uttered quietly, trying not to draw as much attention to himself as the larger man began to drive somewhere off course, not to the next hole.
"Don't be, kiddo" he smirked. Rhys was a little confused from they were going, but he almost jumped out of his fur when he felt a large warm paw grope his still hard cóck through his shorts.
"I was using the wrong club, afterall" Laughed the coach as he parked under a nearby tree in the shade.
"Say, Caribou, think I can get a hole in one if i use this bigger club?" Mr Hayes questioned while beginning to stroke Rhys off. "Let's find out..."
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Hooo, Hey all, remember when I made a poll about Rhys and "Coach" Royce dad? Well, I came to flip the script and post this 1-2 hour drawing I had in mind of Rhys bangs his dad on the back of a golf cart in public instead? sounds perfect right?
Also, He's back with a beard! I wanted to see what he'd look like again.
Screenshot ripped from GTA 5, taken by myself
Enjoy!