Dirty Play
A fun little story of a mouse who enjoys the smells of his athletic friend.
His scent, his musk, it was all that he could smell while stuffed into the locker, of course the jock strap that had been stuffed over his muzzle was the main source. He could hardly move and hardly see, though every once and a while he would catch glimpses of a football player walking by, grabbing forgotten equipment or some such before heading back out to the field. This is where the slightly chubby, short stacked, plumped ass mouse would stay for the next hour as the team practiced, right in one of the linebacker' lockers. His dirty little secret, though the big guy thought he was bullying the mouse, the other dirty secret was how much the mouse really enjoyed it.
The hour would go by fairly quickly, the mouse making a mess against the locker door as he rubbed himself against it, left bottomless the entire time. He quieted down and did his best to quickly hide the pre in his own fur as to not look like he was enjoying himself too much, trying to peek out the little slits of the lockers as the room filed for a while. He watched all the players undress from their uniforms to put their other clothes back on, imagining what they'd smell like while admiring the small glimpse of cock he got here and there. Watching them all mess around with each other, moving around so freely reminded him how cramped he was, how his shoulders were tucked in, the pudge of his stomach pushing against the inside of the door, he could hardly wiggle.
He bit down into the fabric of the jockstrap as he contained himself, getting excited once again as the players began leaving, one by one, until none were left and the lights had been switched off. A few silent minutes passed before the lights were switched back on, a figure approaching the locker and the lock being undone. The mouse let out a cry as his legs gave out instantly when the door was opened, falling onto his knees in front of the large possum, slowly looking up at him with a pleading look, meant to make it seem like he wanted to be let go.
"Don't give me that look, pipsqueak. You know what's coming. Open up, small fry."
The jock was pulled off his face and then a second from from his mouth, both tossed aside, the mouse panting as he turned his head away in defiance while the possum dropped his pants. The smell was strong, as if the jockstrap had been put right back on his face, the possum sweaty from just finishing practice.
"No? Going to have to do this the hard way again? That's fine with me. You're going to clean my dick one way or another."
A strong hand pushed the mouse's head, there was a squeak of pain mixed in with the crash of his head slamming against the locker. The small mouse was disoriented, having no time to get his bearings as the large possum's tail wrapped around his leg and tugged him forward. He fell back, hitting his head on the floor as he ended up under the possums legs. It was only a moment before the mouse's nose was smothered in the other rodent's musky balls, sweat still mixed into the fur, some of it running down onto the mouse's muzzle.
"Better get to cleaning before I just crush you."
The possum's weight was slowly beginning to settle on top of the mouse's chest, making it hard for him to breathe. He didn't want to have to stop breathing in that musk and so stopped putting on the ruse and gave into his desires. The mouse's mouth opened and tongue began lapping over the heavy nuts that basically sat in his maw at this point, huffing out with a whine as he cleaned them up, loving every moment and every taste he got with each long lick.
Just as he was beginning to lose himself in the lick they were pulled away, his legs being lifted off the ground and into the air. WIth a quick glimpse he could see the tail wrapped around his ankles, hanging him upside down, bringing him face to face with the possum's fat shaft. He opened his mouth to protest but the possum only took advantage of that, slipping the semi hard length right into the mouse's mouth, using one of his powerful hands to push the mouse's nose to his balls.
With his nose once again buried against the possum's ball he couldn't help keeping his eyes from rolling into the back of his head as his senses were overloaded. The taste of the musky cock in his maw he was now suckling on, the smell of the ball fur against his nostrils, how excited he was growing in plain view of the possum who seemed to completely ignore it. Instead he just started moving his hips, pumping his growing shaft into the mouse's maw, eventually reaching the back of his throat as his cock filled out to its full size.
At this point it was clear the possum was just as heated up as the mouse, pulling his cock from his mouth and dropping him onto the floor. He took a handful of the mouse's hair and lifted him back to his feet before shoving him back into the locker, this time facing the other way so his plump ass was on display. There wasn't much prep or time given for the mouse to prepare himself for what was to come as the possum simply forced the mouse's ass wide open around his shaft, fucking him right up against the inside of the locker.
Both were panting heavily, the mouse scratching at the inside of the locker as he let out loud moans with each rough thrust of the possum. It hit him for a moment that this is why he enjoyed being in the locker so much, having been conditioned to associate the pleasure of being fucked with being in the locker. The thought came and went fairly quickly as pleasure took over, feeling the possum's hand between his shoulder blades, keeping him pressed firmly inside the locker as the bigger rodent roughly used the mouse's insides for his pleasure.
There wasn't much of any rhythm or constant pace, things speeding up and slowing on a whim, whatever felt best to the possum at the time. Sometimes he moved slow and the mouse could feel each inch of the rodent's large shaft sliding through him, other times all he could feel was the rapid switching between being filled and being empty. He enjoyed all of it though, cumming against the cold metal of the locker as the possum's dick hit all the right spots for the small mouse. He practically screamed in pleasure, at least he would have if he didn't find his maw full of the possum's tail as soon as he was getting too loud for the other comfort, gagging and sucking on it as his ass was continued to be used.
His body would tense up as the possum's pace hit a peak, he knew what it meant, as the possums grip tightened in the mouse's fur and the thrusting came to a sudden stop. The mouse's face was pushed against the locker as a strong heat filled his insides, the possum's orgasm flooding into him, making him twitch and squirm. He could feel the heat of the orgasm begin running down his leg, letting out a moan as the tail left his mouth, feeling the last of the possum's cum hit his back. The mouse slumped against the locker, panting heavily as he tried to gather himself again and bring himself back to functioning properly.
"Tell anyone and I'll kick your ass..."
The possum pulled the mouse from the locker by his hair, leaving him leaking on the floor as he dressed himself back up and left the locker room, leaving the mouse panting on the floor, finally getting a word in.
"Fuck yeah~"