Lockers-2.txt
Lockers 2 - M/M, Oral/Anal, Bathroom - March 16, 2011 By Afril, With help from Chaos Blackwing (cl) The Gay Furry Association
'Faust' is (c) his owner, the name is being used without permission
If Fenrir keeps drawing hot guys, my keyboard is going to Break!
"Ah! Ah! Shiiittt... Bro - You are gonna make me Cummm!"
"Isn't that the point of fucking your tight ass?" I growl in his ear, biting the tip. He moans and shoves his hot, furry butt back into my crotch. This is only our third time together, so we haven't gotten around to names as yet. I could have looked at his locker - But I was too busy worshiping his balls at the time. I guess I am doing a good job of pounding his wolf-ass because pre splatters the basin his hands are gripping so hard I can hear his knuckles crack. I have one hand wrapped around his ball-sack, squeezing it as he gasps, "Yeah! Like that..." The other is tweaking a nipple, or roaming over his chest and belly, feeling his muscles move against my hand.
The one time I reached between his legs, he pushed my hand away. "Don't Bro..." Worried about popping too soon? Hell, I have already shoved my tongue so deep up your ass I could almost french-kiss your tonsils. I have sucked on your balls several times since that first encounter. I even managed to make you pop in my muzzle - Heh... Maybe I shouldn't have wrapped my tongue around his knot and squeezed it. More pre splatters the porcelain as I hug him against me, my own throbbing erection depositing a jet of sticky liquid into his guts.
We could have done this in the shower. We could have done this in the Locker area, or even in a back-room - Hells, How about My Place... An evening of getting to know his body with my fingers and muzzle? Oh No. He had to wait until we were both dressed... Then he comes over, squeezes my crotch and growls, "Ya wanna?" How could I say no to that... Now we are in the 'Males' Room'. Our shirts are on the floor somewhere behind me, our pants are around our ankles and he is arching up, pressing his firm body against mine as I mash his nuts against my rough palm, my balls riding his crack. I pull back... Then Slam into his ass, making the wolf arch and whine and shake his head. Bastard... I want to grip his head and kiss him. I want to lose myself in those dark, mysterious eyes.
But I don't... Mister Woof wants a rough, hard, anonymous fuck. And that's what I give him. Short thrusts, grinding my sheath against his pucker as I wrap my arms around his chest, pressing my nipples into his back and my teeth into his shoulder. Long, slow movements, pulling half-way out. Waiting a moment, before pushing my 9-inches back in to the hilt, turning my hips so my cock twists inside him. I can tell he is close by the shivers, the way he breathes in harsh pants as he shoves his butt against me... So I work his ass over, digging my fingers into his cheek, pounding my crotch against him, compressing the firm butt tightly, his sweaty balls slapping my hand as I rub the taut skin.
He comes up on his toes, a half-choked howl heralding the thick gobs of cum that blast from his throbbing meat. Again, I hold him tightly against me, rubbing his heaving belly, chin on his shoulder, inhaling the rich smells of semen and wolf-rut. His trembling, rhythmic squeezing on my cock... The scent of his sweaty, hot self pushing me over the edge and I bleat into his fur, my own seed jetting into his warm body. I know he is wasted, because he only whines when I reach down and gently tug a couple more dribbles from his throbbing doggy-cock, catching them on my fingers. I know he is watching in the mirror through his half-lidded eyes as I lift those fingers to my muzzle and lick his semen from them, sucking on them to get every last drop.
I am not sure if he is muttering something or just panting, but he shivers when I whisper in his ear, "Want me to... Clean you up?"
"No Bro... Just leave it in me." His hand comes around to grip My ass, and I am so startled, I blow another fat wad into his guts. Progress? Hey, I will take whatever he wants to give. I like hot sex as much as the next guy - But I also like foreplay... And after-play. Holding a sexy guy, listening to him breathe as he slowly comes back down from having his ass kicked by an orgasmic rocket.
I turned his head and kissed him gently. He actually laughed when I said, "Well, at least you didn't go 'Ugh!'." He had a nice laugh, it was warm and full and very much male. "Look, I understand if you don't want anything long-term... If you have a wife or -" I rubbed his hand, not feeling a ring-indentation. "Girlfriend. Hell, you may find another gym you like better."
He laughed again as I snugged his body against mine, my cock going soft inside him, though still plenty deep. "If you want to spend the night with someone. If you want to come over and watch some lousy game, followed by some great sex... I could even order some of Al's Grease-burgers and Gravy fries, stuff you until you can't even waddle home."
"Bro - Please! You are gonna make me piss myself..."
I gently moved back, my dick sliding back into it's holder... Then knelt, nibbling on his cheek, as I pushed his legs apart - Then snatched his balls with my tongue, sucking the sweat from them, making the wolf howl and dance on my face. I slowly slid the damp organ up his butt-crack, flicking it across his abused pucker, making his tail arch again.
"Anytime you want a tongue-bath..." Standing, I turn the male around and take his muzzle in my hands, giving him a proper kiss, touching his lips with my tongue. "Anytime, Bro..." I gently rubbed his cock until the knot went down and it disappeared back into it's fat furred sheath. He leaned against the spooged-up sink, panting almost as hard as when I was fucking him. We pressed knuckles, then pulled our pants up... The wolf didn't seem to care his front was sticky and smelling like cum - Or that more would probably leak into the back of them before he got home.
I handed the male his shirt, shrugging mine on - When you have antlers, you have buttons. And stopped at the door...
"Name's Faust... And yeah, I would like to come over for a few beers this weekend."
I think my heart stopped for a moment... A Date? "Grasse, like the lawn. I would offer to spot you sometime, but I think you are out of my weight class."
He laughed and nodded, and I somehow made it out the door. I almost went back in, but shrugged instead - Somehow I knew he was the 'extra-onion' kind of woof... As I walked to the bus, I could still taste his sack on my tongue, smell his musk on my hands... And I had to wait Four whole days before I got a chance at him again. No, I won't be available to work this weekend - In fact my phone just might get a case of the 'Accidentally un-plugged from the wall'. Having someone to snuggle again almost made the idea of having to go back to the office tomorrow worth it - Almost.
The End