Dirty and Raunch: The Locker Room
#1 of Raunch
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
This is a short story I decided to do because I haven't had the patience lately to write longer ones. It's the first of my newest fursona, Raunch, the dirty perverted roo.
The locker room stank of males as Raunch ran his paws along the green, grated doors of the lockers around him. He inhaled deep, fondling his hard, roo cock beneath his torn jeans, the scent of his own heavy musk filling his nostrils, not having his crotch in a few nights. Stopping at the open locker of an arrogant sod fox, a wicked grin spread across his face.
His balls ached as he reached out and took hold of Richie's smelly jock strap briefs, pressing the heavy, musky crotch up to his nose. Groaning loudly, he took in the rich stink of piss and pre before lifting his ears, making sure he couldn't hear anything else other than the sounds of fat and muscular males rinsing off in the showers before next practice. Licking his lips, he reached into his jeans and squeezed his balls hanging over his thick shaft as he stroked his passed fingertips over his slippery head. He let his tongue hang from his muzzle, almost tasting the sweat of Richie's crotch, inhaling the delicious smell of the fox's sweaty tail hole as he jerked his cock,
Raunch's knees almost gave in from the amazing sensations running through his body, the perverted roo nearly drowning himself in the musk of another male. "Oh fuck..." he muttered, feeling his fat prick jump in his paw. Grunting hard, he felt a large strand of pre drip over his fingertips before falling to the floor. He had to suppress his moans, biting his lip, feeling his load building. "Fuck!" he mumbled thrusting his hips hard towards his paw, lowering the back end of Richie's jock strap towards the head of his cock. A chill ran up his spine as he shot a hot, spunky load all over the line just beneath the hole for the fox's tail. He made sure to catch every bit of the thick globs in the material before lifting his paw to his muzzle, slurping up was the left of his salty mess.
Casually putting the jock strap back into the locker, Raunch moved towards the locker room door, but stopped when he saw another locker open, the big 43 on the back of a purple jersey. Running his dirty paw along his muzzle, the roo thought about the aching feeling running up his cock, telling him he had to piss out whatever was left in his hung shaft. Grunting hard, Raunch pushed his hips forward, lifting the head of his cock before letting a strong stream of golden piss soak into the extra large jersey. All of a sudden he heard one of the shower heads stopped. He hurried his relieving stream before nervously making his way over to the bathroom stalls.
Hidden in the stalls, the roo heard the locker room door open, "Okay boys! Let's go, let's go!" The quarterback fox was still dripping wet when he grabbed his jockstrap briefs. When he pulled them up to his tail hole, his eyes suddenly widened as he felt something wet and unfamiliar press against his pucker. He didn't have time to process what it might be as the coach yelled at the team to make it quick. When everyone finally had their practice pads and cleats on, they marched like a small army out onto the field.
As everyone lined up in front of Richie, the fox felt gross as something warm, wet, and thick bubbled between the cracks of his butthole. But his embarrassment was nowhere close to the wolf's down the line. The rest of the team around Jesse was eyeing him as the smell of golden yellow roo piss filled their nostrils, the jock wolf looking back at them. "What?" Lifting his jersey to his dark nose, he finally realized that the thick perspiration on his uniform wasn't his sweat. His heart jumped as the heavy bladder beer slowly started to sink into his fur.
Raunch stood at the top of the hill, playing pocket pool inside his jeans, stroking his spent cock with his ruined boxers. Watching Richie constantly finger his underwear and the look on Jesse's muzzle, the roo's sick sense of entertainment was satisfied as he turned with his bag on his back, thinking of more fun, raunchy things to do.
End.