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The Locker Room Reveal

For 3rdHarleyJoe

By Draconicon

Austin groaned as he stood up from the locker room bench, feeling his back pop and his shoulders creak. It was just the post-training tiredness, of course, the same sort of pressure that everyone else on the volleyball team would be feeling after the high-pressure push that the coach had put them through, but he still shook his head as he felt his body grumble about it. He supposed those weekends off-campus probably hadn't done him any favors in the short break he'd taken, but he probably needed it on a different level.

The rabbit stretched again, both arms overhead, taut muscles pulled tight along his back and chest, and as he stretched one leg after the other, he felt the strain easing and the comfort returning. It'd be even better after a shower, he knew, even if there was a slight regret about taking one in the first place.

Heh, Harley will be disappointed, he thought, gathering his towel from the bench and throwing it over his shoulders. Possum-boy always loves a little scent, and -

"Heh, what are you doing here?"

One of Austin's long ears flicked up, the rabbit turning toward the source of the voice. It was coming from the far side of the locker room, and it had a looming sort of tone that he didn't like to hear from his teammates. He grumbled, turning on his heel and walking down the line of lockers as other voices followed.

"You got business here, shrimp?"

"Ain't seen you around here before. What's that you got there?"

"You gonna say something? Spit it out."

"Heh, if you're looking for someone to...take care of ya..."

He rounded the last corner of the last aisle and spotted the source of the commotion, and his mild irritation leaped up to something a little more serious. Standing there, surrounded by no less than ten of the bigger members of the team, was his boyfriend, Harley.

The little possum looked even smaller surrounded by crocodiles, thick-shouldered dogs, and more. He had never been a particularly tall man, but Harley looked like he was positively dwarfed surrounded by all the bigger members of the team. The possum shrank inwards the more that they talked, looking like he was trying to disappear inside that bright yellow shirt of his, and the shyness burned bright pink across his face.

"Harley!"

Austin barked his boyfriend's name a little harsher than he normally would, but it cut through the bullshit that the rest of the teammates were spouting. They stopped their teasing immediately, and Harley ducked beneath their arms and between them, running across the locker room to the rabbit. He pulled a box out from behind his back, holding it out.

"Hey, uh, sorry for interrupting, but you forgot this," Harley said. "Didn't want you to be, uh, you know...lacking anything..."

It was a care box rather than anything that the rabbit might have forgotten back at the possum's dorm. Snack packs, juice boxes, some water bottles, and even a little case of deodorant had been neatly packed away in the cardboard box, arranged like some sort of convention greeting pack. It was so neatly and pleasantly done that he knew that the possum had intentionally taken time out of his way to make it as nice as he could for him.

Before Austin could smile, the rest of the locker room started to break out in more commentary.

"Heh, what's this, Austin's new errand boy?"

"Looks a little small for that, Austin. You think that you can really trust this shrimp?"

"Bet you that he'd run away if the going got tough. Your standards slipping, Austin? I thought you liked the big guys?"

Every comment made Harley shrink inward again. Austin's smile turned around, and before it could go any further, he put the box down behind him - slowly, carefully - and turned back to the possum. He pulled the possum closer, put his hands on the smaller man's shoulders, and spun him around to face the locker room properly.

"Everyone," he said, keeping his voice loud enough to reach the far ends of the room.

Of course, everyone chose that moment to stop talking. When the captain spoke, you listened. That was the first rule of the sport. He slapped Harley on the shoulders.

"This is Harley. And this is my boyfriend."

The entire room went from silent to gobsmacked. Harley squirmed, opened his mouth -

"And I want everyone here to know that any standards you think I have were hella low before meeting this dork. He's everything that I could ever want in a boyfriend, and the shitty thing is, I can't imagine myself being as good as I am right now without someone like him that appreciates me the way that I deserve.

"And to any of you dickheads that think that I'm being funny, or making some sort of joke, just keep watching."

He spun Harley around again, looking the blushing possum in the eyes. Harley was clearly out of his depth, not ready for this, but he wasn't done. Not by a long shot. He pulled his boyfriend in, nose to nose, and then dipped him down. Harley scrambled, clinging to him, but that just made it all the easier to keep holding him as he bent down and kissed the blushing dweeb on the lips.

It was as good as it always was, and the shocked silence of his captive audience only made it better. He locked lips with the possum for nearly a minute, extending it deliberately to fuck with those guys that had been fucking with Harley, wanting to drive home how much shit they were in before he pulled the possum back up.

His boyfriend hung off his shoulders, huffing and puffing, and Austin chuckled. He patted his possum on the back as he turned back to his teammates.

"And if you think I'm settling, man...you have no idea how good this kid is. Harley's the cutest pervert on campus, and I'm getting luckier with him than I did with any other kind of tail that's flashed themselves at me."

"Didn't know he liked short guys," someone muttered.

"I heard that," Austin said, pointing a finger toward the source of the voice. "And if you think that's the only thing that Harley's got going for him, you're damn well wrong. This boy's the best thing that I could have ever asked for, and now, I'm gonna show you why."

It wasn't the gay thing, he knew that. He'd never bothered to hide that he would go with a guy if there was some good fun in it for him, and he'd never been bothered by the sort of stupidity that came up with the bigots that had applied for the team before he got there. He let them stay if they were good and kept quiet, but the minute that they showed that sort of shit around him, he shut it down.

Hotness was hotness.

Fun was fun.

Love was love.

That was the long and short of it as far as he was concerned. Anyone that wanted to fuck with that could get the hell out of his sight, and he wasn't going to indulge anyone that thought that it was okay to just look down on someone else that way.

He pulled Harley close one more time, whispering in his ear. The possum had started coming back to reality, huffing and shivering, and he made sure to say something that Harley probably didn't expect.

"Time for you to get that fantasy you've always dreamed about, cutie," he whispered.

"What...you mean..."

"You still want to get foot-dommed with everyone watching, don't you?" the rabbit said, his voice quiet, even a little bit sultry. "Heh, have everyone staring at you as you get the chance to worship my hot feet?"

"Oh god...you...you mean...right now?"

"Why not? Unless you're too scared..."

It was just enough of a tease to get Harley's goat, and he knew it. There was always that little bit of shyness that kept his boyfriend from really going for the things that he wanted, and he wasn't going to let that stop the possum this time around. He spanked the shivering possum just hard enough to keep all eyes on them, and he kissed Harley's nose once more.

"Heh, come on. Let's give 'em a show. And you can let them all see why I'm the luckiest guy on campus."

"S-second luckiest," Harley said. "After me."

"Mmmm, damn, you know just what to say to make me feel good, don't you?" Austin smiled, then leaned back, addressing the rest of the room again. "Eyes on us, boys. Lemme show you why I'm getting everything I need with this boy right here."

He grabbed the bottom of Harley's shirt, pulling it up and over the possum's head. No holding back, no hesitation, just a quick pull that exposed him properly. Ignoring the possum's blush, he turned him around again, letting everyone get a good look.

For all that Harley wasn't on any of the sports teams, nor did he do a ton of exercise, he kept a trim, neat figure. Something that was a direct contrast to Austin's own muscled frame, the possum was someone that just...looked nice. Soft, gentle, slender, the sort of shy-twink build that was perfect for putting underfoot, for 'bullying' in a fun way. He was the shortest man in the locker room by a matter of inches, and with the baggy yellow shirt out of the way, he looked even smaller.

He wrapped his arms around the possum from behind, running his hands up from that tight little tummy up to Harley's chest. The possum shivered, moaning as he flicked his fingers back and forth over the little nubs of his rising nipples, making sure that they stayed nice and hard for what was coming. No pinching, no pulling, just a little push, push, push, flicking over them and teasing them stiff.

The room didn't have so much as a whisper going through it. All that they could hear were the soft huffs and puffs that Harley was letting out and maybe a heartbeat or two. Austin ground up against his boyfriend's back, his own growing boner in his gym shorts pressing against the possum's rump.

"Mmmph..."

"Don't you worry...you'll get everything that you want today..."

It had been a tease between them more than once. Harley was so shy that it would have been all but impossible to get him to do half the fantasies that they discussed. A little slutting out with some other people, showing off and getting 'whored' out was something that they had discussed while jerking it together more than once, but they both knew that it would never happen. Austin didn't know anyone that he trusted quite that much, and Harley wasn't the sort of person that could overcome that sort of shyness.

Public foot worship, however...that was easier. And while he knew that he still had to keep Harley too horny to think about it, they could just about get away with it.

He kept fondling the possum's chest, squeezing him, sliding the possum's nipples between his fingers. The rabbit pulled them together, lightly pressing against them from both sides, then fanned them out again. Each little tease had Harley blushing worse, pushing back against him, tilting his head to the side.

It was no model show, but he could see a few boners popping across the room. They weren't the only ones enjoying this, it seemed.

"Heh...turn around..."

Harley did as he was told, the possum clearly somewhere else, mentally. His eyes were hazed over, horny, his cheeks burning and his cock - oh, yeah, the possum was hard as hell as he turned around. Baggy pants were nothing against that dork-boner. Austin smiled as he pulled his boyfriend close, bulge to bulge, letting them rest together and enjoy each other. He leaned down, nuzzling his possum's cheek.

"Heh...ready?"

"Mmmph...mm-hmm."

"Three...two...one."

He pulled Harley's pants down, letting them hit the floor just over the possum's flip flops. Harley stiffened up, but that was perfect; it meant his ass cheeks clapped together. Not loud, not like some fat-ass jiggle-slut, but like a good little possum bottom. He spanked it, giving it a good grope, and he saw more than a few dick-bulges twitch across the room.

"Heh, you see? Perfect possum back here," he said, giving Harley's ass a squeeze, a shake. He reached down and pulled at the other cheek, spreading it. "And sometimes...a perfect little fuck..."

"Mmmmmmmph..."

Of course, that made Harley just about bury his face against the rabbit's chest, hiding his eyes, his mouth, everything. There was so much embarrassment there, but at the same time, so much cuteness. Austin chuckled, shaking his head.

"He loves it," he said.

"Holy fuck..."

"That's some...wow..."

"That kid's just letting Austin..."

"Man...I wish I had someone that'd let me do this."

Maybe if the rest of you actually put a little effort in, you'd get lucky enough to find someone like this dork, Austin thought, looking down at the blushing, shivering, panting possum in his arms. Then again...heh. Man. I don't know how I got lucky enough to find you, but I'm never letting you go, pervy possum.

He guided Harley back with him to one of the benches and sat down. The naked possum, barefoot and bare-assed, stood in front of him, blushing worse and worse as he looked all around. Harley's boner bobbed up and down, exposing his own pleasure, making it undeniable that he enjoyed what was happening to him. Austin imagined that this was the first time that Harley had been this exposed in his entire life, and he would wager dollars to donuts that the possum's libido was driving him up the wall.

"All fours, Harley," he said, and the possum's eyes were right back on him. "All fours, cutie."

The possum slowly lowered himself to all fours, blushing up a storm but without losing a hint of that boner. He pulled himself a bit closer, crawling across the tiled floor. His tail was low, of course - he wasn't going to be advertising that to strangers - but he was starting to lose some of the shame that he had been holding onto when he first arrived.

Austin lifted one foot off the ground, slowly extending it. The training session had left him sweaty everywhere, and this time, he would be able to show off a little. He fanned his toes for the possum, and his boyfriend shivered for all to see, his tongue hanging out for a moment before he sucked it right back in.

"That's right. You know you wait for permission," he said.

"Mmmph..."

"Come here..."

A little closer, closer, closer still. Soon, his cutie was right in front of his foot, his eyes fixed on the toes as they curled, clenched, then relaxed and fanned out. Every time that he squeezed them tight, he could feel the little wrinkles along his arch and the middle of his foot, some of them going as far down as the top of his heel. He could see from the way that Harley stared at it that the possum was taking in every detail, his mouth puffing hot air against the bottom of the rabbit's four-toed foot.

Curl.

Fan.

Curl.

Fan.

He made his boyfriend wait, keeping him in suspense for nearly a minute, before snapping his fingers. Harley looked up, staring between the gap of his big and second toe.

"Sniff my feet. Show everyone how much you love it."

"Mmmph...T-thank you, Austin..."

Harley leaned in, his small nose dragging along the curve of the arch of the rabbit's foot, then sweeping up. One long, heavy sniff that was loud enough for anyone nearby to hear followed, and Harley moaned like the good boy he was. He always did when he got a good whiff of a foot that was sweaty, but not dirty. A bit of long-embedded scent, ground in over the years from lots of exercise, plus a fresh coating of the bit of musk that the possum really liked, was enough to send Harley over the moon with happiness.

He ground his foot against the possum's cheeks, 'wiping' some of the sweat off on his facial fur. Harley didn't complain; if anything, the little guy was restraining himself from reaching between his legs and jerking off. It was so hot to see him like this, and it was all the more fun for Austin to reach between his own legs and grope himself.

And he wasn't the only one doing that. Despite the locker room rule of 'no homo,' that didn't mean that everyone obeyed it, and with a show like this, some of the guys were definitely getting into it. He saw one crocodile that was definitely more than a little interested in the same treatment that Austin was getting, his towel tented so far up that he could see the other guy's balls, and he saw a wolf that was groping himself deliberately, one hand going inside his shorts and tugging at his dick.

Knew that they'd like this.

Whether it was two hot guys getting their fun, or just knowing that there were freaks that got what they wanted and that was just fine, it was enough to get the rest of the locker room interested in getting something for themselves. Austin let them enjoy the show, waiting until he could see a little pre-cum flowing from between his boyfriend's legs before -

"Hey. Harley."

He lifted his other foot as the possum dragged his head back, huffing and panting, looking like a good dog as much as he did a good boy. Austin held both of his feet up, wiggling his toes, one of them slightly damp from the possum's nosing around. Harley groaned, shivering, his head clearly wanting to go down even as his eyes stayed locked with the rabbit's feet.

"You want to lick 'em, don't you?"

"Oh god..."

"Admit it, Harley. You want to lick 'em. You want to drag your tongue all over my sweaty feet. You want to taste alllll that, and you want me to let you jerk off while you're doing it."

"Nnngh...oh god, I do..."

"Heh, say it. Let everyone else here hear what you want."

"Mmmph..."

There was a moment's hesitation, but before Austin could try and think of another way to word it, Harley smiled. The possum shifted from being on all fours to being on his knees, kneeling before the rabbit. He raised his voice.

"I love it when Austin makes me lick his feet. I love his feet so much. I love being underfoot and...and I..."

"You get off to it," Austin said, rescuing the possum as his embarrassment came back.

"I do...I do...please..."

It was as much as he could push his boyfriend at that moment, and he knew it. He smiled, nodding.

"Get over here and lick 'em. But no stroking. Not yet."

That seemed to be more than good enough for Harley. The possum leaned in and started dragging his tongue from heel to toe, each lick followed by a deep moan. Lick, lap, lick, lap, that little tongue going all the way across his soles, moving up towards the ball of his foot before curving around it and -

Fuck, the feeling of it thrusting between his toes was enough to drag the rabbit's hand into his own gym shorts. He fondled himself, knowing that Harley was too busy with his feet to be paying attention to that. Each time the possum found a new spot to lick, he spent plenty of time there, saturating the spot with attention, affection, and plenty of spit. His boyfriend closed his eyes, using both hands to support the rabbit's feet. He held them up, nuzzled into them, and slowly moved closer and closer to the toes.

As usual, Harley pulled the two big toes into his mouth at the same time, sucking on them before licking them again. Suck, lick, suck, lick, bobbing his head down to the bottom of them and swallowing before pulling back and circling the tips with his tongue. The possum had done it so many times that he could easily do it with his eyes closed, and he did.

And Austin stroked himself to the show. The hot feeling of the possum's tongue against his toes notwithstanding, the sheer pleasure of dominating and loving Harley this way was enough to keep him horned up. The audience all around them was just a bonus, though a really, really hot bonus, it had to be said.

Suck.

Stroke.

Suck.

Stroke.

They were in sync with each other, and more and more, the sensuality between them was spreading through the locker room. The intense feeling of having so many other eyes on him and Harley made it hotter, and he had a feeling almost like what he got on the court when he was playing for the crowds. They were all watching him because he was that good at what he did, that hot to watch.

Yeah, you like looking at me...and I bet you're going to like the next bit even more...

He could have gotten his dick out right then and there, but he decided to let Harley continue for a little bit longer, to let the possum really indulge himself. After all, he was being such a good little boy-toy, and he should get something that he liked out of this. He pushed his foot down, grinding it against Harley's forehead, the other one getting pushed forward to rub against the possum's lips. A little sucking, then a little licking between the toes, all while Harley ground his head against the bottom of his other foot, nuzzling, wiping it clean with his fur.

You really know how to be a hot piece of tail...and a cute as hell dork...

Austin squeezed his cock around the base as he felt his pleasure rising, holding it back for a little bit longer. Not too much longer now, but just a little bit longer. He huffed under his breath as the possum pulled his lips back from one toe and moved down the line, kiss-sucking each one, licking them clean before moving on to the next. Each successive one hit him hard, and he wondered, not for the first time, if Harley was starting to give him a stronger foot fetish for the amount of this that they did.

Sure as hell was starting to get some of the other guys in the room curious. He saw more than one of them lift up a foot, looking at it and then at the possum. They were curious, wanting to know if it'd be hot for them, too. He smirked.

If only you knew...

He ground his feet side to side, pushing against one of the possum's cheeks to grind his face into the other foot, then changing it up. Always with a little pressure, always with a little tease. Nothing much, nothing too intense, but enough to keep it interesting, enough to keep it hot and sexy for the pair of them. Never letting it slack off, never letting it become too mundane.

Always hot.

Always sexy.

Just like them.

But as he reached the point of needing more, he pulled his cock from his shorts. Everyone else stopped what they were doing, even those that had their hands down their pants, and just stared at him.

Dick out. Not that uncommon in a locker room. Dick out and hard? That was something that nobody wanted to be caught with. Shower boners or otherwise, it was something that most of them didn't want. This, however, was an exception, and they were going to indulge it and deal with it.

He tapped Harley on the nose with one toe, and the possum looked up. He blinked, his eyes going down, and then going wide as they saw what Austin was doing. The possum looked up at him one more time, asking with nothing more than a look if the rabbit was sure.

Austin was, and nodded.

Harley huffed, slowly sliding between the rabbit's legs, looking slightly more sensual, almost a little more confident. Either he was high on his own lust at that moment, or he was trying to be a little more eager for Austin's sake. Either way, he felt like a million bucks, like he really was the hottest, best man in the room.

And when Harley stopped, nose against his balls, the possum's eyes filled with lust and love in equal measure, it was impossible not to smile back at him.

"Come on...Suck my dick..."

"Heh...you...sure?"

"Show 'em how it's done."

Harley blushed all the harder, but the possum did as he was told. He was very good at that.

The soft suck was still loud and wet enough for the whole room to hear, and he saw some of those boners just...twitch. Twitch, spasm, and spread a small stain through the gym shorts that had been hugging them. Others just throbbed, continuing to stain with pre-cum and ooze to the show. Some of his teammates finally gave up the ghost and started stroking themselves normally, twitching and throbbing as they edged along to the show.

And Austin? He just took that admiration and grabbed hold of Harley's head, guiding him further, further, further down until he was sucking the rabbit to the base of his cock. The pleasure of that familiar mouth and throat was just what he needed, and he sighed to himself as he leaned his head back. He rested one hand behind him, supporting himself, while the other gently pushed Harley up, down, up, down, setting the possum to the pace that he wanted.

Once Harley had it memorized, he closed his eyes, enjoying it. Soft puffs here, grunting huffs there, but other than that, he was quiet, savoring the feeling. Every so often, Harley went all the way down and glukked quietly, huffing against the rabbit's crotch, and the little spasm around the head of his cock was just a little bit of added pleasure. Not much, but a little, the sort of thing that made him grunt and hiss through his teeth as he enjoyed it.

Heh...bet you're going to want to do this more often after this, Harley, he thought. Damn...I'm going to want to do this more often. This is the best...the freaking best...

All the eyes on him, all the eyes on Harley. They were both putting on a hell of a show and they were hot enough together that they could keep everyone else from saying a damn thing. He groaned, curling his fingers around the bench as he felt his balls churning. All that teasing while the possum had been down at his feet had fucked with his stamina; he was gonna cum soon if he didn't do something to stop it -

But why would he do that?

Up, down, up, down Harley bobbed, the possum's little whimpers and huffs all the hotter as he imagined how the little guy was probably blushing up a storm, not used to being the center of attention for so many people. He was probably hoping that he wasn't too silly looking, or too weird for Austin.

Awkward little guy...always so shy...He's fine. He's perfect.

Groaning, he opened one eye, watching as Harley stared up at him, bobbing along. Up, down, up, down. He extended one leg, stroking his toe along Harley's cock -

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

The possum clearly wanted to hump away, but he restrained himself, focusing only on the rabbit's cock. Up, down, up, down, lips stretching slightly around Austin's shaft every time that he went down, pulling back a bit every time that he pulled up. He went all the way down, one more time -

Tap, tap. A little toe-tap to the stomach served as his usual warning that he was about to cum. Harley had a choice...and the possum was such a good boy that he made the right one, thrusting his head all the way down.

Spurt.

Spurt.

Spurt.

Austin arched his back as he came, and Harley huffed against his crotch, hot air coming out his nose and blowing across the soft fur down there. The rabbit groaned, the feeling all the better as the possum swallowed, sucking everything down as Austin flooded his mouth and throat. Pulse, pulse, pulse...and then down to the usual dull throb and slight dribbling feeling that meant that he was done.

Harley swallowed one last time, pulling back from the athlete's cock. His eyes were half-closed, his mouth hanging open as he panted for air. Austin chuckled, pointing at the ground, and the possum laid down, rolling over with his cock in the air.

As he put his feet over his boyfriend's shaft, he saw several members of the team stepping forward. Austin clapped his hands for attention.

"Alright, everyone, here's the way it's going to go from now on. You take care of my boyfriend, and I'll have him 'take care of' some of your stuff. You keep the bullies off him, help him if you see him having trouble on campus, and he'll give you some foot-rubs. Things go well, maybe we'll see if you can earn some of the stuff that I get from him, but lemme tell you. That's going to be a long road, and you're going to have to work hard to earn that.

"You decide that you want to be a piece of crap and bully my Harley, or worse, try and get something from him that he doesn't want to give? You're off the team, and I'm going to personally make your life a living hell. You understand me?"

The entire team nodded. He'd trained them well on that front; they knew better than to fuck with him when he made a threat like that.

Austin glanced around the room. Every other team member had either a boner or was looking like they were hiding one. He wouldn't be surprised if some of the more confident or bi-curious ones ended up going to some private corner and taking care of each other, and he was damn sure that at least one member of the team with a girlfriend would be pushing her to try the same sort of stuff that Harley had done for Austin later. He chuckled; the idea of spreading a foot fetish through the campus was kinda hot.

He spotted the crocodile that had been tenting his towel for the last few minutes and waved him over.

"You. You've been hitting the court hard, and that defense game's getting good. You want a reward for that?"

"Uh...yeah, sure," the crocodile said.

"Alright, newbie. You can see if Harley wants to suck your toes."

"Uh, my name's -"

"Not important," Austin said, shrugging it off. Too many newbies, too many that eventually got cut. The croc showed more promise than others, but not enough to learn his name yet. "For now, show 'im what you got, and if he likes it, he'll let you find out how good it feels to get your toes sucked."

The crocodile nodded, lifting his foot off the floor. Harley barely looked at it before opening his mouth, latching onto the reptile's big toe the way that a fish would go for a baited hook. It was both sensual and just a trifle silly.

And yet, he focused more on the feeling of the possum's hand on his foot. Even as he worked his toes across Harley's chest and kept his other foot working on that stiff little dick under it, he could feel the gentle, massaging, treasuring strokes from his boyfriend's fingers. For all that they had just done something that was rather extreme by their tastes, he could feel the love from below. His smile softened, less cocky, more loving, and he shook his head again.

He really was the luckiest rabbit on campus.

The End

Summary: Harley goes to meet his boyfriend after some practice and ends up getting teased. Boyfriend decides to put their relationship on record.

Tags: M/M, Possum, Rabbit, Crocodile, Foot Worship, Foot Fetish, Toe Sucking, Foot Licking, Oral, Blowjob, Exhibitionism, Orgasm, Cum, Locker Room, Boyfriends, Very Gay, Nipple Play, Harley, CEO of Feet in College, Dom and Sub, Stating Facts,