Locker Room Encounter

Story by ViroSciCollie on SoFurry

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A short erotica story serialized in tweets, collected hear for ease of reading. What happens when a shy, younger fur encounters a confident older male just before heading to the showers? He sits down and... read to find out ;3


You sit on the bench in the locker room, nervous to take off your shorts in front of me. I take my towel off & throw it over my shoulders, standing before you confidently, my balls hanging low, my musk hitting you sharply. I point down at the little tent in your shorts & laugh.

I walk over, staring straight into your eyes. You can't break my stare; you only know my maleness is an inch from your face from the raw heat rolling off, the strong male scent. Your mouth waters. You lean forward to lick me, but I push you down to the bench. You do not resist.

I never break my stare as I keep one hand firmly on your chest. You notice how big my paws are as you feel my claws sink into your pecs, the sharp pain distracting you as I rip your shorts down, painfully catching your stiffness in the waistband, cruelly smirking as you yelp.

Your maleness exposed to me, I firmly grasp it in my paw, trailing a claw down to grab your sack and pull it tight, letting me see your scared, puckered tailhole. I use a paw to grab onto your tail, pulling it down and to the side over the bench as I growl and lap at your hole.

Your tailhole slick and glistening, I force my tongue deeper and deeper inside, moving it around in widening circles, jabbing forward at the sensitive spot just behind your balls as I massage your cock, your body betraying you as you loosen up for what you know is to come.

I make a show of teasing a huge gob of glistening precum out of my cock, and smear it over your upper lip. The scent of my arousal is intense as I line up to take you. I growl when I see your eyes roll back in your head, your body going limp for me, mine for the taking. I enter.

I inch forward in you, growling as I slide forward to hilt you. I muffle your yelps with a paw clamped firmly over your muzzle, baring my fangs and slavering as I tower over you, leaning down to command your silence with fangs pressed sharply to the tender skin of your neck.

I begin to thrust in earnest, my firm abdomen slamming painfully into your balls as you feel my fur brush up against your taint and inner thighs. My paws wrap all the way around your chest, claws sinking in. It's getting harder to breathe. I keep squeezing. There is no escape.

You can't think. You feel pleasure & pain mixed inextricably. You are terrified, but you don't want it to end. You're about to black out as you feel the searing pain of my fangs sinking into your shoulder, my wolfcock throbbing & unloading jets of warm seed into your tailhole.

You breathe a sigh of relief as I finally loosen my grip, only to scream as you feel stretched beyond belief and hear the sickening plop of my knot sealing my pups inside of you. Hot salty sweat drips from my face and chest down onto you as I pant and heave, still dribbling seed.

"Hit the showers, kid. Thanks, I needed that." I say, as I finally pull out of you, not even looking behind me as I grab my towel, disappearing ghost-like into the steam of the shower room, your wrecked, throbbing, leaking hole and the scent of my sweat all to remind you I was real.

~fin~