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Jon was very glad that football was back in season. His job was a well-paying and fulfilling one, so during the off-season he had no want of creature comforts. But in the time between regular practices and games, he often found himself more than a little…hungry.

Thankfully, tonight was the first game of the year for his attached team. This was his third season with this particular team, and he was already settling comfortably into his role and making some friends and favorites among the players and staff. The smell of fresh turf and churned dirt was in his big bearish nostrils as the game came to a victorious close for his team, but even those scintillating scents were not the primary reason his whiskers quivered and his mouth watered.

The slim sabertoothed otter scampered into the locker room happily, ahead of the team, carrying a few towels as per his “official" title of towel-boy, but as he took up his usual residence on a mesh bench between the main lockers, he knew his real work was finally about to begin.

As the players stamped rowdily into the tiled room, Jon smiled at them. Those that knew him well ruffled his dark brown headfur with their sweaty big palms as they passed, and he purred at them happily. This time though, there was one new star he was anxious to make a better acquaintance of.

Austin, the first-season reindeer linebacker, had made quite a good showing for himself on the field tonight, proving himself a worthy rookie. And as the rest of the team informed him, that meant he was finally ready to take full advantage of the luxury “amenities" that were offered after-game.

The hulking but toned deer finally passed where Jon was sitting, and the otter grinned up at him, springing to his feet and offering his hand for a friendly shake. “Austin! Was hoping you'd stop by! So how about it, big guy? What needs attention first?"

Austin leered back at Jon in kind, stripping off his jersey and upper gear while Jon stood up, then grabbed Jon's outstretched paw cordially but roughly. “Got just the thing for you right here, ya little water-weasel. Left my heart on the field today so I've got quite a funk worked up. Hope you don't mind a little…crusty." The reindeer pulled Jon toward him by the hand, then palmed the back of the otter's head with his other hand and mashed Jon's whiskery snout into his damp, matted, and utterly unwashed right armpit.

Jon groaned, his eyes instantly rolling up and back into his head in absolute bliss. This is exactly what he'd been missing all summer, and though he'd gotten his muzzle used by the team after preliminary practices, there was nothing like that first true after-game cleanup for him to perform. His lips quivered as he opened his mouth and began sucking the caked salty sweat from Austin's tufty armpit hair as if from a sponge.

The big reindeer huffed and smiled, using his free hand to deftly undo the complicated latches on his helmet that both surrounded his antlers and locked them in place, helping protect them from tackle-damage. Finally free from the head-cage, Austin tossed his head from side to side, allowing his back-length brown hair to shake loose. He rumbled down at the under-arm otter affectionately. “You're just as nasty as they all say, aren't ya? Suckin that sweat outta my pit like it's Gatorade during a game." With a mouthful of armpit-fur, Jon couldn't answer, but his eager continued suckling spoke volumes. With a happy groan of his own, Austin roughly grabbed the back of Jon's head and dragged the otter's face over to his other side, stuffing the wriggling brown nose into the left armpit for as thorough a cleaning as the right one.

After several minutes of appreciating Jon's storied dedication to football-player-cleaning, Austin was ready for the real main event that he'd heard and seen the tusky otter perform on the other players. He pulled his raised arm away from Jon's muzzle, and Jon barely had time to gasp, moan, and lick his lips and sweat-sticky fangs while the thick reindeer linebacker spun around and tugged down the back of his form-fitting pants, baring his plump ass cheeks to the increasingly humid air of the locker room.

“This is what I've been waiting for, towel-boy. Get down there and get your mouth up my ass pronto. That tongue better act like a towel and wipe my asshole clean just like I've heard it does."

Jon couldn't have hesitated even if he'd wanted to. He didn't care how dirty or sweaty Austin's ass crack was. He never did. This is what he was born to do, and in fact, what he was really PAID to do. He was down on his knees, and before five seconds had passed since Austin had spoken, his lips were cozied up firmly to the reindeer's big brown-skinned asshole.

And even before a single minute had gone by, Jon knew that Austin's anus was one of his new favorites on the whole team. It was…perfect. It was heaven. The deep and delicious wrinkles all around the crater of the anus itself were wonderful to explore with his lips and tongue, and god, the flavor as his tongue lapped over and over the entire asshole and occasionally dug right into the center…flawless. Pure essence of unwashed, manly, football butthole.

Jon pulled his lips away from Austin's asshole with an audible sucking noise from how tightly his mouth had been sealed around the delightful delta of wrinkles and folds. He had to lick his lips several times and clear his throat before stammering, “Your asshole…is amazing, dude. God it's tasty. I'd rub my mouth on it for...hmmm…" Jon leaned back in to tenderly smooch the sweet shithole while musing on what he would sputter next. “…For at least 5 hours. It's…mesmerizing. It's…" He dipped his head back down reverently, wrapping his lips around the big fleshy anus and nursing with his eyes closed, savoring every slurp. “…It's wonderful. It's such a natural and manly asshole, ohhhhh it's so good. I want you to sit on my mouth…" He sucked on the anus again. “…In front of the whole stadium. I want everyone to see…" He shook his head quickly between the magnificent cheeks, rattling and jiggling their fleshiness while his lips swiped over the anus side to side. “…How much I love this big fat butt and juicy asshole. Oh goddddd…" And then he couldn't bear to use his mouth for any more talking instead of eating buttflesh, so he hungrily buried his face again, sucking the big brown asshole like a precious nipple.

Austin was all too flattered and turned-on by the tawny otter's rectal rambling, and his own tongue started to dangle out in a lazy pant as his ass muscles really started to relax into Jon's warmly questing maw. “FUCK yes, I want everyone to see me squat my shitter onto your lips too, you sweet little butt-blower. Explore the rest of my ass too while you're down there. Thaaaat's it, get all around in the crack. Suck on my cheeks too, yesssss right there…good otter. They're just as sweaty as my butthole is, being locked up in my pants and gear all game. Oof yeah, getcha a big mouthful of reindeer rear. SUCK that ass cheek, CHEW on it. Fuck yes. Now the other one. Ohhhhh shit. Shit yes. Test out that taint too…"

The deer's mind was almost as lost in pleasure and pride as Jon's was while the literal towel-boy moved his mouth lower and tilted his head backward to suck up to Austin's furry and downright swampy taint. The moisture from the otter's mouth and the pleasantly pinching feeling his lips were giving to Austin's undercarriage were making the reindeer's scrotum pull up snugly, still tucked away in the front of his pants, though not quite occupying the plastic cup in his jockstrap anymore. Truth be told, the jock's cock was also swelling and thickening up impressively, pushing firmly at the fabric that wouldn't hold it back for much longer.

Jon HAD to finally come up for a breath after drowning himself in reindeer-taint, and he gasped and gulped for several seconds before spluttering, “Your asshole…is welcome in my mouth…literally anytime…no matter what or where…ummghhhhh it's so good…"

“That's what I was hopin to hear!" Austin replied jovially. “I'll be sure to give you more mouthfuls of manhole in the future. But for now, put your mouth where your money is and get back up in my butthole. I want my shower to be basically redundant by the time you're done down there." And of course Jon didn't even need to speak his acknowledgement.

The utterly devoted otter grabbed Austin's squishy but well-muscled bare buttocks and massaged them around his own muzzle as he cleaned every single fur between them, his smooth trademark tusks keeping the cheeks open enough in the middle that the reindeer's anus itself was never hidden from his mouth. Eventually his thumbs worked their way down into the hairy crevice between Austin's ass cheeks, rubbing questingly at the edges of the anus between slurps. Feeling the probing fingertips, Austin growled down at Jon, “Don't mind if you slip me a finger or two up the shitter for a bit, otter. Just better get right back to cleanin and suckin after you do."

If Jon's face hadn't been so thoroughly hidden by big jock butt, the other players could have seen his eyes light up gratefully. One of the otter's hands left the linebacker's gluteus muscle and slid two fingers down the bared rump, slowly rubbing gentle but firm circles around the anus itself before applying just enough pressure to slip inside. Austin's breath hitched and he went up on his tiptoes, one of his big paws slamming into the lockers as a mighty groan left him. Two fingers at once was no mean feat, but Jon knew just how to judge what a man could take, and as slick and loosened as he'd gotten Austin's asshole, there was no real resistance to the invasion of his two slim digits.

Jon only took a minute or two to root his fingers around in the reindeer's butthole. He loved invading the asses of any of the big studs on the team, but his lips were already quivering at the absence of anus pressed upon them. He worked his fingers with slow but deliberate and deep motions, his knuckles jamming Austin's asshole open at the very base, and his fingertips just barely brushing up against the deer's healthy and hardened prostate. Soon though, he couldn't take it anymore and HAD to have another taste. He tugged his fingers out of the warm velvety welcoming pocket of Austin's anus and quickly gave the fingers a lewd suckle, his eyes rolling back again in ecstasy from the taste. Then his face was back in the butt, his lips slurping and munching with renewed hunger.

“GOD, Jon, that's it right there, GET my fuckin asshole clean, godDAMN. Oh you dirty river rat, OH I'm never gonna wipe my ass again with you around…" Austin reached around to the back of Jon's head again, ruthlessly smashing the helpless otter's face into the lighter fur on the underside of his butt, his short tufty tail switching and twitching back and forth across Jon's forehead in proud bliss.

Other players were watching the pair with amusement but absolutely no surprise. They knew it would be all their turns soon; Jon was often one of the last to leave the locker room on game night, his job only finished when every single player who wanted a meticulous mouth-cleaning of their asshole had gotten it, no matter what. Sometimes even the coaches and staff took advantage of Jon's increasingly mesmerized butthole-mouthed trances and got themselves some anal action, though players took priority.

After a full fifteen minutes of Jon's savage reindeer-anus-munching, a few players were already enjoying their nude and steamy showers, though those who wanted their own otter-cleaning knew to not bother even rinsing first. Austin finally pushed Jon's head back from his ass, the otter's tongue still jutting out and several strings of funky saliva trailing between the big cervine's anus and the otter's lips and fangs.

The linebacker grunted with pleasure and chuckled down at Jon's dazed, panting expression. “My crapper sure likes ya, little buddy. And you seem to like it right back. I'm gonna let the other boys dirty up your mouth for now, but next practice I'm comin right for ya." He patted Jon on the head a little too roughly, but Jon was too drunk on butthole to protest or care, his tongue still lolling and twitching and his fangs dripping sweat-thickened spit.

Austin grabbed one of the fresh towels that were still draped over Jon's shoulder and clapped him on the back before heading to the showers with a strut in his step and a sway to his big bare ass. “That's a good otter," he chuckled as another player was already taking up Jon's snout with his anus.