J** oint Effort*(XXX**)*

The buzz moved like waves throughoutmy body. With everystep I took, it feltlike something in my mind was lagging behind, and it made me smirk as I walked through the big locker room. I could hear murmurs behind me, and Ilooked back with a smile that was difficult to dismiss.

Peter and John were walking together, knocking heads as they blabbered on. I tried to avoid looking, but it was difficult to ignore the red sheen between their legs. Plump sheaths, hanging heavy, at least three inches poking out while their budding knots made the sheath look as if it had swallowed a lemon.

Maybe it was the booze, the scents, or something else, but a glance at my own crotch revealed that I was suffering from the same condition. I was dripping on the floor as I reached down, felt the thick base of the shaft, and tried to pull up the sheath to slide it back in place.

It didn't work. If anything, it just made my head swim with lust as I drew a deep breath. As I let go, the auburn red shaft promptly poked out once more and slid out at least another inch as I felt the steady pounding pick up a notch.

The others had gone silent, and as I looked up, I could see John and Peter looking at me. They were smirking like devils as their tails swayed a little.

John made a quick burp and spoke up, "Looks like you got an upgrade, boss."

"He's getting that stripe on his balls," Peter murmured and tipped his head to lean onto John once more.

A stripe?

I looked down once more, "... What?"

Peter motioned with his hand in a waving motion, "Ya know... The fuzz."

I reached down, caught the sheath by the base and eased it to the side for a closer look. As he said, the normally short but thick fuzz on my sack had started to grow longer along the center. The fur itself was soft to the touch and had the same quality as the more mature fur in the middle of my chest.

"Don't play with yourself too much, boss," John murmured.

I glanced up at them, "You're the one who... Never mind."

Peter chuckled, "Once the knot pops, you know..."

Allen sauntered up next to Peter, glanced at them as if confused, and then looked over at me, "This is starting to remind me of something else..."

"Oh, yeah? What kind of stuff do you watch, Allen?"John said, still grinning like a maniac.

Allen murmured something under his breath, and glanced away as he shifted his legs uncomfortably. John craned his head tostare at Allen's crotch, "Even you, hmm... and I didn't catch you jerking it a single time during the trainingcamp."

"Shut it," Allen murmured and gritted his teethas he moved one hand to cover his crotch.

"I can still see it," Peter said.

Allen moved his hand yet again, and I had to struggle as I kept myself from laughing, "Now I can see it."

With something off a huff, Allen pulled his hand away, "Wow, look... I have a dick."

John raised his hand to point, "You're the only who picked the big option when designing your, uh... appearance."

Allen looked away, "As I've told you, I thought _everyone_picked the big option."

I looked at his crotch and while the difference wasn't huge, the sheath did look meatier, and the balls were more plump in their sack.

"What's this about not catching you?" I wondered.

Allen's gaze dropped to stare at my crotch while pointing one hand at the others, "These horny asses 'discretely' tried to jerk off among everyone else. Guess what, we could smell, and hear it."

Peter pulled closer to Allen, "Hey... Everyone did it."

My breaths were rapid but short as my nose was eager to catch the scents. Resisting made me feel as if I was running out of breath, and my hands were starting to itch with need.

I shifted my legs and glanced down. My shaftwas drooping from the sheer weight, and that in turn was pulling on the sheath. Evenmy balls were starting to feel blueand one way or another, I would have to take care of this soon.

To my surprise Allen reached down, and cupped his balls, "Bigger nuts, and I still have more self-control than both of you."

The captain would advise you to keep the dick-waving to a minimum...

Allen suddenly snorted and looked over at me as he giggled.

Guess I thought that out loud...

"Yeah, you did," Allen said out loud.

"Huh?" Peter murmured as he looked at us in wonder.

"They're doing the mind-power thing," John said, and idly reached down to his crotch.

As I watched, he began to gently rub along the outline of the knot hidden in his plump sheath.

What the hell are we doing...

Allen turned to stare, and Peter soon followed as he looked down at John's crotch.

John licked his chops, "Like... could you not stare. I was planning to take care of this in the shower, but then I had to have this long chat with Peter, and one way or... uh, another... I'm going to do this or-"

Peter interrupted him, "Are you seriously trying to explain why you're jacking off in front of us?"

John stared back, pondered it for a moment, and kept stroking, "... Yeah?"

Peter looked down, reached toward his own crotch, and grabbed the taut sheath, "Fuck it... Who cares, right? It's not like this doesn't happen in the woods, and we just dance around the issue like... Like..."

Allen gulped, and I could see his shaft engorge as it slowly began to lift in the air.

Gods... I'm so tempted to do the same thing right now...

I tried to glance away and focused on the nearby lockers. It worked for a moment, but thatnoise, the way they were starting to pant, and the smell within the room was growing thick with theoverwhelming punch of raunchy wolves.

"Aren't you supposed to be straight?" Peter asked without warning.

I looked back at them and saw John stop for a moment, "I can be straight, and do this..."

Peter blinked, "You can?"

John lifted his hand from his crotch as if motioning in front of a classroom, "It's not like I'm touching your dick, and it's technically not gay until the balls touch."

Peter smirked back, "I've woken up with your hand on my jewels multiple times."

"Not how it works," John said with a frown.

Allen sauntered closer to me and mumbled, "If you want to jerk each other off, then just get it the fuck over with."

John's muzzle dropped open as he looked at Allen, "Tough words for someone who still gets uncomfortable undressing in front of others."

Allen stopped walking, and he bared a few of his teeth as he looked over at them, "I'm a lot tougher than you think, John."

"Oh yeah? How about you prove it?" John said andbared his teeth as he reached down, grabbed his sheath, and humped at the air.

For a moment, everything seemed to go silent.

I raised my hand, "Let's... cool our heads a-"

"Okay," Allen said.

Peter's eyes went wide, and John's muzzle dropped open, "Huh- what!?"

Allen gulped and forced a big feral grin as he reached down to stroke his own sheath, "I'll do it, if you do the same for me, unless you're just a bag of hot air... John."

John eased away from Peter, "I'm game... I'm mature enough to not get fazed by something like this. I know who I am."

Ishifted my legs once more, andI could feelthe sheathslide along theknot as it wasgrowing increasingly taut.

Peter glanced over at me, "You want to join in, Vilkas?"

"Me? Sure... I just wonder how something like that would work," I said.

John's ears perked as he looked at me, and then glanced down at my crotch, "..."

Peter grew a shit-eating grin and pointed at the long bench next to the lockers, "Like, we can just sit down, help out the neighbor-"

John looked over at Peter, "You just want someone to jerk you off."

Peter winked back at John, "Yeah, so?"

Allen glanced back at the bench, "So what happens to the ones in the middle, do they get two hands?"

John raised his hand, "Obviously not!"

"Knot," Petersaid and stifled a chuckle.

I sauntered over to the bench, lifted my tail out of the way, and proceed to sit down with a thump against the bench. A glance at my crotch revealed that the deep red shaft now stood proud while the knot had started to become visible as it pushed against the sheath.

Sitting like this, bared in front of everyone, already sporting a 12 inch pole. It made me feel strange, but excited, and myheart pounded whilemy throat was starting to feeldry.

"Your move,"I said and grinned as I looked up at the others.

John stared in confusion, while Peter marched past him with a nudge to hisshoulder and plopped himself down next to me. He squeezed himself in against me, head leaning against my shoulder as I felt his breath close to my chest.

Allen took a step closer to bench, glanced back at John, and as I watched he grew a surprisingly smug smile. John's expression darkened as he tipped his head down.

When Allen looked back at me, still carrying that smug smile, John lunged. He caught Allen at the last second, pushed him toward the side, and rushed to sit down. In his haste he stumbled a little, smacked his shoulder into the lockers, and bumbled down onto the bench.

Allen steadied himself, looked back at us, and raised his brow as he walked closer.

"Wait..." Peter murmured as he leaned forward a little, "Why did you do that exactly?"

Allen sat down next to John, who in turn looked at me and Peter, "I..."

His gaze then dropped to my crotch, "Fucking hell, Vilkas."

I looked at him in wonder, "... What?"

John gulped as he looked up at Peter, "You've had that knot inside you?"

I looked in front, "... I'm sitting right here, you know."

Peter smirked back as he raised his hand and pointed a claw, "That knot is a lot bigger than last time I saw it."

"... It's not that big," I whispered.

John grabbed his sheath with one hand, and pointed to it with the other, "It's almost twice my size and it's not even out yet!"

"The sheath just makes it look bigger," I whispered between pants.

"Let's check then..." Peter said as he reached out.

I glanced down.

My tapered shaft was gently bobbing in the air as droplets of pre dripped to the floor. The bulbous sides of the knot already forced the sheath to take on an oval shape, and I could see my midsection tremble as my heart thumped. Peter's big hand caught the stretched sheath, forcing a whimper jump from my throat.

I glanced over at John, "I thought that this was supposedabout to be about you two."

John smirked at me, "It's interesting to see someone as cocky as you whimper."

I raised my hand and bared my teeth at him, "Do remember who grabs who when-"

Instinct pulled on my facial expression as I felt Peter tug on the sheath. What followed was a sudden wet plop, a squirt in the air, and a moan that made my voice croak. With the knot freed, I could feel warmth rush into my loins as each thump made the knot grow once more.

"F- fucking hell," I whispered as Peter's pads began to knead the soft flesh of the knot.

John chuckled, "Problem?"

I slid my hand over his leg and grinned back at him as I slipped my hand over his balls. It made him tense up in surprise as I felt the warm sack and gently cupped his plump nuts. I did my best to control my breathing as I rubbed the slick front of his sheath with the back of my hand.

His lips began to tremble a little as he tried to keep a straight face.

"Problem?" I whispered as I slipped my hand higher, caught the hidden knot, and gently kneaded it through the fuzzy sheath. John opened his muzzle as he began to pant, while his tail thrashed along Allen's side.

Allen stared in silence, gaze wandering between our faces and our dicks.

"Don't forget about Allen," I said.

John gasped for breath, glancing back at Allen, "Damn it..."

Allen pulled his hands back, while John felt along Allen's midsection. John caught the exposed top of the shaft, which made Allen straighten his back as if struck by a jolt.

"Don't forget about me either," Peter said as his hand kept working my knot.

I could feel the peak coming deep down. It was just a matter of time, and it was growing harder to keep my breathing steady. I reached back with my free hand, idly caught Peter's fuzzy tube, but felt too distracted to do much.

John's breathing was growing erratic as he began to show more and more of his fangs. His chest heaved as his knot popped free, and I felt the burning wet heat against my palm.

"Hold... Hold on, if- If both of you are- Then am I supposed to..." John panted as he looked over at me, while histongue slippedout of his muzzle to hang like a wet drape.

I teased John's sheath down to the point where the shaft grew slimmer, and I curled my fingers around it.

"Ungh," John groaned as he arched his back.

With his knot in a solid grip, mimicking the same hold as if he'd just knotted someone, I felt victory in my grasp.

John practically stopped trying to work Allen's shaft at this point, and merely gasped for breaths as he began to hump my hand. It made me grin while dazzled by the scents and boozy glow of my mind.

Fire rose within my chest, and I lifted my muzzle to the air. By the time I realized what was going on, the peak was already upon me. My breaths grew shorter, the steady throbbing in my knot became a growing sensation of pressure as it flared.

My right leg began to tap the ground as I leaned back against the locker and bit together in a final attempt to keep it away for a few moments longer.

It didn't work.

My balls tightened as ropes of cum began to streak my chest. Some of it even hit the bottom of my cheek, and I could see droplets of it dribble onto John's lap. As some semblance of rational thought returned, I could feel John's knot swell in my hand.

He was still humping, and hemade ragged breaths beforelettingout a deep growl. His claws scraped against the bench, and I could feel warm canine cum splatter against my wrist before flowing onto my hand.

Both of us were shuddering from the throes of orgasm as a new sensation draped across my shaft. A quick glance at my crotch revealed Peter's head as he eased his muzzle over my shaft. His warm breath was a hint, and the draping tongue made me thump my head against the locker as I gritted my teeth once more.

Peter was actively jerking himself as he sucked me off, and a glance to the left revealed that John had resumed his work on Allen. The afterglow began to set in as I gently worked John's cum into his own shaft.

He didn't seem to mind as he closed his eyes, smiling and panting as his chest swelled. Allen whimpered for a few moments, and then it was over for him as well.

Peter soon followed as he froze for a moment with his tongue caught near my sheath, and then let out a deep grunt as streaks of cum began to coat my leg.

I closed my eyes, leaned my head against John's, and drew deep breaths. It was messy, the room reeked with the pungent cum of wolves, and a miasma of raw male lust permeated throughout it.

It felt good though... Really good.

John's muzzle inched closer to my own, and he gently nuzzled me as if offering thanks.

I gave his knot a gentle squeeze and heard him murr in pleasure.