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Click, clack, click, squeak! Shaking my head I reach into the locker and pull out my towel, dabbing my sweaty forehead, making sure to avoid my horns. Today had been a hard workout, twenty minutes working on my endurance and stamina, a short break before pushing onto some strength training. Laying the towel around my shoulders I found my arms were a little stiff, and definitely sore. Yeah, probably did a bit too much today. Pulling out a pair of shoes I sat down on the bench in the middle of the isle.

One positive of the Rose Gym is that the locker room is usually empty. People tended to either get in and get out or they'd avoid the gym and just go home afterwards. It didn't hurt that the shopping center where they had set up shop wasn't exactly booming. I mean I guess it did well enough to keep itself open and get new shops but, I wouldn't say having three nail salons in sight of the other spoke volumes of success for this place.

Dropping my shoes on the floor I raised my foot hooves up to where I could see them. Doctors used to say it was a genetic defect since satyr's normally just have hooves, but the hard bottoms like a hoof and the toes and soft tops like a foot were quite useful for balance and gymnastics. Plus it meant I got to wear shoes, something my dad couldn't understand, but I loved to death. Glancing up and down the isle I made sure nobody was around. It didn't hurt that I sorta had a foot fetish. Leaning down I sniffed at my sweaty feet. The rather pungent aroma awoken my loins.

Leaning back I blushed and glanced around again. Listening intently I heard a guy a few rows down close his locker, his footfalls slowly got quieter as he left the locker room. It'd been a while since I'd gotten off, normally satyr's are supposed to cum two or three times a day, but I hadn't felt that relief in nearly a week since moving in with my new roommates.

Glancing around again my mind whirled at the idea of, maybe, just, a quick one. Anyone could catch me but with how dead it was today, I could have the entire room to myself for hours. Then again, who knows, if someone finds me, maybe they'll offer to help, maybe that otter who was working out on the weights would offer up his tight rear for me to plow and... welp, so much for a quick change and going home. The semi, and rapidly, hardening cock in my lap demanded attention, now.

Standing up I stretched far, as if trying to touch the ceiling, eyes on swivel and ears listening intently. Hearing nobody I quickly went to work getting my belt open and dropping my jeans. The material rubbed against my furry legs as they dropped to the floor like a rock. Before they hit the ground my hand was wrapped around cock, squeezing it. A small moan of pleasure escaped, a blush colored my cheeks, looking around I seen that I was still alone. Risky? Yes, hot? Absolutely!

Slowly stroking myself I raised my hand up and sniffed at my pits, the musky scent they give off always has me pumping harder. I grasp my horn gently in excitement, rubbing the tip, a jolt of electricity and pleasure shoots through my body.

I quickly take a seat so my legs don't buckle under me. I feel my warm hole press against the cool wood, my small tail flickers in excitement. The thrill and thought of someone finding me, jerking my meat in the men's locker room was pretty much fueling my hard on.

I wrapped my hand tighter, a whisper of an idea to add a second hand to my stroking entered and fled as the pleasure from massaging my horn was way better than a tighter stroke. As my hand moved back up I swirled my finger tips around the edge of my penis, the foreskin had already become pulled back and the friction on the head was... well, pre-inducing. Taking a deep breath I can smell my musk from a good work out wafting around me, that deserves an extra fast stroke.

Closing my eyes I leaned my head back, the other hand raced down to join the other in quick pumping. This was lewd, absolutely naughty, but goodness was it hot. Opening my eyes I found myself moving faster than I had thought and tightening on myself. Letting go of the rod with one hand I used the other to cup, and then gently fondle my sack, the hair was a tad moist from my sweat.

Now I wasn't someone who enjoyed pain down there but a good fondle could easily wind me up. Leaning back I blushed as I gently brushed my hole. Ah, fuck it. Pushing my dry fingers forward the friction rubbed against my hole. Biting my bottom lip I pushed harder forcing two into me. Blackness was all I could see but pleasure was all I felt. Rubbing faster I tried to push more finger in. Lighting, pleasure, dear Pan!

Suddenly I could see the room again, and the shocked face of the otter from earlier. My cock pulsed, cum surging forward. I didn't have time or ability to aim was I painted the lockers in front of me in cum. The otter blushed,. I felt mortified.

Blushing myself I pulled my fingers out and let out a small cough. "Erm... sorry? I thought I was alone." The otter let out a small chuckle and looked up toward the ceiling. "I understand, probably would have done the same... okay maybe not exactly, would have probably used the showers instead." At that the otter blushed more and stared down at the ground.

I chuckled rubbed my jizz coated hand on my pants. "Yeah probably should have done that, would make cleaning this up easier for sure." By now my cum was slowly dripping down from the highest splash point, which for the record seemed to be nearly the bottom of the third row, not bad for sitting down. The otter smiled a little. "If you want, I could help with that?" Pulling my towel from around my shoulders I slowly stood up. A chuckled escaped my lips, this was beyond crazy. "If you want to, I won't turn down here." I slowly started cleaning off the top row with my towel. The otter came up and had his own towel out cleaning off the middle and bottom rows.

Sadly this part isn't really that sexy but it does make my heart warm as we cleaned up the lockers we started talking. I learned quite a lot about him as we worked and well, I think he learned a lot about me. We both seemed to enjoy sci-fi and it turns out we had a few similar fetishes. So it should be no surprise I got his number, and a date. As I walked out of the Rose Gym to head home I couldn't but feel on cloud nine, not only had I had the best release in weeks, but I also got a date with a new friend, and who knows where that might lead.

I couldn't help chuckling as I got into my car, who knew jerking off at my local gym could be so life changing. Now I could tell you what happened after, but I think that's a tale for another day.