The Butt of Jokes
To begin, this story contains furry yiff (M/M), intended for an 18+ audience. If you do not like this, or if it is not legal to read such material where you live, please discontinue the use of this page. If not, please enjoy! This is my first furry story.
My name is Bradley. I am a 17-year-old spotted hyena, a senior in high school. I am no more popular than any other animal, no more athletic - just your run-of-the-mill canine trying to make it out of school, sanity intact. You know how annoying high school can be, right?
Although I am exceptionally neutral, only coming to school to learn, I have my biases. And I have my preferences, too. Not a soul really knows who I am, save for that relatively bright hyena who retrieves all the A's and such. While the exterior Bradley seems to enjoy his cynical nature, straightforward and [often] brutally honest opinions [only unleashed when asked] and solitary existence, the interior Bradley needs to be loved. You see, I really don't get along with my family, and keep to my room most of the time, and this has hardened me in all of my other interactions, especially at school. So even though I crave intimate attention, I have never gotten it.
The most potent fact about me, one that nobody has ever guessed nor even suspected, is that I am gay. I am a black-and-white guy and I don't care none what people think of me, but it's just something I think nobody needs to know. This loneliness is crushing enough, the last thing I need is a rumor circulating about my sexuality.
This aside, my favorite part of the school day [no, not dismissal!] is gym class. Oh, sweet gym class. Each class begins in the locker room. Everybody changes. We play a game [eh, I could take that or leave it.] Then we take a shower [optional.] And we change again. But being the shy little hyena I am, I always make it a priority to be the last one in and changed and the last one out and changed. That way, I get my daily opportunity to check out my classmates. Goodness gracious me, the urge to let a little steam out and paw off seems to be too much sometimes. But I could never, not in public!
Remember I said I have my biases and preferences earlier? Well, meet Bamboo. Yup, you guessed it - Bamboo's a giant panda. And I mean giant! He's about 7' and must weigh in at a few hundred pounds. And yup, you guessed it again - he's the class bully. But I seem to be his favorite target. Almost every gym class, I am greeted by him with an atomic wedgie, at which his cohorts [and the rest of the class, for that matter] laugh. And sometimes he'll mix it up with a good old-fashioned pantsing. And even though I pretend to be steamed about it, you know I like it; the hard part, though, is not getting a hard-on. I have fantasies about public yiffing, you know!
Oh, but I put up with all of that - I don't care, as long as I get to see my crush, Cotton. He's a bear also, about 6', probably 160 pounds. Not too fat, not too skinny. The perfect size. And he's got the body of a God - he's not incredibly muscular, but I find him oh-so attractive.
This brief history aside, my story all began one day in gym class...
The locker room is an open-room, and the lockers line three sides of the wall; the other side of the wall contains the showers. There is a small partition near the door, that way no passers-by can peep in and see us. The school bell rang and all of the boys piled into the room all rowdy-like, chatting about this and that. I made my way to my locker on the wall adjacent to the showers. Again, I waited for everyone to change and leave before I got ready [I get dressed very quickly anyway, so it's not like I'm ever late for warm-ups.]
As I watched the boys [turning to my locker and fiddling with the junk in it every now and again, so it doesn't really look like I'm staring], I wondered how they could be so open with each other. Man, I wish I was like that - but it just wasn't in me. Yeah, I'm a baby.
I watched one boy, a lion, take off his shirt. He had yellow and black boxer-briefs sticking out of the top of his pants, which he proceeded to remove.
I turned my attention to another boy, a red fox, who was sliding up his gray basketball shorts over navy-blue boxers with an American flag print on them. Hot.
Then there was the panther, with his infamous pink jock strap (we all called him the "Pink Panther") who has throwing on his shorts, too.
Aw, and then there was Cotton! He was sagging with black satin boxers and white gym shorts. Damn, I love it when he sags [sure, it looks foolish, but it's a turn-on.] Our eyes met - he was smiling at me. Oh crap, I thought, as I turned to my locker just as quickly as I could. I fished around in it for a minute or so before I was sure he left. Then suddenly I felt a familiar furry paw on my butt, grabbing the waistband of my boxers. Before I knew it, I was a good three feet off the ground. "Yeeeoowwww! Let me down, you big jerk!" I exclaimed. Bamboo was laughing, as was the rest of the class. Suddenly, I leached forward, and I was nearly upside down; my butt was sticking high into the air, and everyone could see! As I tried to lift my head up, I saw Cotton near the door. He looked sympathetic, but when our eyes met again, he gave me a pleasant smile and left for the gymnasium.
Bamboo let me down, and walked out of the locker room; the rest of the class followed. I glared at him as he left; his blue basketball shorts were sagging under his chubby tush, revealing a pair of bikini briefs [leopard print.] Damn, he was mean, but kinda cute. I was now all alone in the locker room, so I took off my shirt, pants and boxers [my favorite pair, with a Hawaiian, hibiscus print], slapped on a jock strap, shorts and t-shirt, and proceeded to the class.
Yada yada yada, we played touch football or something, and then it was back to the locker room. I didn't see Cotton though, unfortunately. As I opened my locker, I noticed my undies were gone! Yikes, I hope Bamboo didn't think it'd be funny to hide em' in the girls' locker room or something. I shuffled my clothes around and to the ground fell a pair of black satin boxer shorts. But not just any - those were the ones Cotton was wearing! Hehe, it was a dream-come-true. But why? At any rate, I didn't have any other undies to wear, so I put them on [not before taking a big wiff, though; Cotton's musk made me shudder with delight.] They were a little big, but satin feels so good. I wore them all day, all night, and to school the next day.
That next day, we had gym class last period. Same drill as always, except I was feeling something. A surge of confidence ran all through me, and so I decided to change with everyone else. But I forgot I was wearing Cotton's boxers! Yikes, what if he thinks I was the one who put them in my own locker! He'd surely think I was some weirdo. But as I peered over to Cotton, he was wearing mine, the ones with the hibiscus pattern. Just as I was about to look away, he looked over to me. He walked over to me... my heart was racing.
He leaned into me and whispered "Meet me here after class, OK honey?" I didn't know what to do, so I swallowed and nodded, an apprehensive smirk coming across my face. He slapped me on the butt, like a teammate would another, and left the locker room. I, too, was already changed, so I left, missing the wrath of Bamboo, who was always notoriously late.
After the game, the class piled in, changed, and left. Cotton and I were the only ones left.
He approached me;
"Have fun today, Bradley?" Cotton asked, oh so delightfully.
"Um, well... yes, I sure did, and..." I rambled.
"Noticed your undies today - sure look cute on you." He said.
I realized that this is it. This is my opportunity. My chance at love. I knew I had to cast away any doubts. It was just me and him in the locker room, nobody else - I could be myself.
"Yours look cute on you too. Wear did you get em'?" I asked seductively. He seemed surprised and taken at my response.
He responded "From a secret admirer."
We looked each other deep in the eyes - there was so much hope, and love, and gentleness in his. I pulled him to me and kissed him; we embraced each other, exploring each other's bellies, and waists, and butts with our paws.
"You know, Cotton, I've never done this before... I'm kinda scared." I said "But you know what?" I continued, I want you to have me. Take me, Cotton! I'm sick of being the quiet, respectful one. Make me into your bad little puppy. His face lit up.
I threw myself up against the locker, and he stepped up behind me. He put his hands around my waist again, and nuzzled his maw on my neck; he murred. He took his paws to the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off. Then he proceeded to slide off my shorts, and then my satin boxers. I was now fully naked, and I didn't care. He did the same thing with himself.
This was it. I was ready. He stroked his bearhood, and it began to swell, getting bigger and bigger, fatter and fatter. It was truly a sight to behold, so young and sexy, almost a foot long - not for beginners like me. He put it on my butt and rubbed it around; up and down, up and down, hot-dogging it between my luscious ass cheeks. "Ready?" he asked. "Take me" I said.
With that, he slid it in, slowly, pre helping lube it. I clenched me teeth together. It hurt at first, but once it worked its way in, it was a sensation like I've never felt before. In and out, in and out, he worked it. He moaned and wailed in delight over this young, tight hyena. Boy, did it feel good in me. "Oh, give it to me Cotton, give it to me hard. Yeah, that's right, I want it, I've been bad. Owww, that's the spot, com'on Cotton, harder! Faster!" He followed my commands, harder and faster. His big bear balls were slapping against my ass. "Oh, oh, Bradley, I'm gonna cum!" With one huge thrust into me, he exploded, firing blast after blast of sweet milky cum inside my tush. I could hear it gurgle and feel it drip slowly from my butt. It was the happiest few minutes of my life.
Suddenly, we both heard a roar come from behind the partition near the door. We looked over to see spooge shooting against the wall from behind that partition. The jizz kept coming, trickling down the wall. Having just fucked, we didn't care nor bother to get dressed, and both went over and looked, and we couldn't believe what we saw.
Bamboo was on his knees, a thong around his ankles, de-climaxing as he slowly rubbed his dick. He looked up at us, mortified. "Um, well, this isn't what you think guys! I mean, I was just..." he stammered.
"Er, Bamboo, is there something you need to tell us?" Cotton asked.
Bamboo looked around, tears started to form, and he began to whimper and cry.
After talking with Bamboo, Cotton and I learned he only bullies because he himself was gay and he didn't want anyone to know. He thought if he acted mean, people wouldn't suspect anything nor question him (especially about his exotic taste in underwear.) We felt bad for him and had a nice group hug. It was sweet.
"You know, Bamboo, this is all fine and dandy and we're both glad we understand each other now, but guess what?" I asked him.
He sniffled, looked up at me wide-eyed and asked "What?"
"I haven't cummed yet." I said.
"Really, well, what are we going to do about this?" he asked, tail wagging.
"I have an idea, you naughty, naughty boy. You need to be punished for all of those wedgies you gave me!" I exclaimed (jokingly, of course). I went over to him, took his thong off and laid him on the ground. He went with it.
"You know, Bamboo, I've always liked your butt" as I rubbed my maw over it. He said "I've always liked yours too, why do you think I'd give you wedgies?"
I lined my dick up and jammed it in there. Bamboo moaned in pleasure; I had a feeling he'd like it rough. I worked my hips in and out, and in and out; taking it up the ass is fun, but giving it is just as good. I rode that panda's butt, humping up and down, faster and faster. "Here is comes, big boy, just for you!" I shouted, "Now take it all, you filthy bear!" I cummed harder than I'd ever cummed before, load after load of my seed exploding into him. Bamboo was moaning too. I slowed down and withdrew my cock from his butt, my sticky seed dripping down between his crack. Then I hugged him.
The three of us took a shower, got dressed and exchanged phone numbers.
"Mind if I join you two next time?" Bamboo asked, with beaming eyes.
Cotton and I looked at each other, turned to Bamboo and said "Wouldn't have it any other way!"
Again, this is my first furry story. Thanks for reading! *hugs*