"Fuck, he's huge."
I had lots of fun writing this, mainly 'cause the protagonist is sooooooooo much different from me. Also, 'twas based on a prompt that I might write more on later.
Enjoy!
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"Fuck, he's huge," by Orvayn.
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The best and worst part of football for me has always been the showers. Sure, there's lots of eyecandy, but this wolf has never been good at resisting eyecandy. See, most gays get scared shitless when they're nude in a room full of a bunch of hot straight guys. But it's after work-outs, now, so there's nothing to be afraid of, and though we haven't known each other for long, everyone knows the way I roll. And quite frankly, at this age, most of 'em have big enough egos that they'd be flattered even if a rock told 'em they were sexy.
I've stripped and soon I'm in the showers. Not little cubicles like the gyms have, but a big communal ordeal where all the dangly bits are out in the open. I didn't have showers back in high school, and man, I don't know how I lived without 'em. It's better than most porn.
Exemplify this fellow wolf who's standing beside me. If there were ever a definition of stud, he'd fit it perfectly. Broad, sculpted chest with just the balance of muscle. He sees me looking and grins, cupping his crotch. He's got a thick sheath, the dark pubic hair around it trimmed to match the rest of his coat. Once, he told he'd let me suck him off. I'm still waiting to collect, but now's not the time.
I know what you're thinking. See, there's a widely-held misconception that wolves always want to bend something over and screw it. I, for one, prefer that others bend me over and screw me. It's not too big of a deal, except that I sometimes have to play the top, 'cause despite all the signals I try to throw, some people just don't get that I'm really not that into fucking unless it's me being fucked. True story.
There're plenty of guys in here that I'd love to have. Problem is, none of the others are gay, that I know of. And most of 'em think they'll catch the gay if they let me touch their junk, or if, say, I start to suck off this stud in front of them. So that's not going to happen.
I realize that this whole time I've been staring at the wolf's dick, which is still trapped in its prison, which I'm guessing must be at least five or six inches on its own. I also realize there's a fox right next to me, watching me watch the wolf, and I can see said fox grinning.
I don't know why he's grinning until he reaches down and gropes my dick--which, I realize, is pretty stiff.
"Hey guys," he says, "looks like faggy popped a boner!"
He's not being mean, just being one of the guys fooling around. The fox knows full and well that my pulling a stiffie in a room full of naked, wet jocks is just as likely as his doing it in a room full of busty vixens in heat. It's happened before--a little bit of red peeking out--and it'll happen again, but it's never been this much.
But still, it makes my ears curl up against my skull a little. Not because I'm shy or anything, but because it's a little embarrassing. I mean, I got no problem with people seeing me all-natural; I know I got a killer ass, and I've seen some of the guys taking a gawk at it every once in a while.
It's just that a dick like mine isn't exactly one that you'd want to show off. Not that there's much wrong with it, but in a room full of potentially-hung football stars, having a dick that leans towards the low end of average isn't really saying much. The guys who typically get hard in the showers--none here yet, surprisngly--are the ones who want to show off, and sometimes they'll end up getting a free handjob. With me, it's actually worse, 'cause porn makes most people think all wolves must have at least a ten-inch monster, but I'm nowhere near. Heck, the other wolf's sheath is as long as my dick, and that bear showering in the corner over there has a limp member that's thicker.
I decide to play along with the fox's antics. "You know," I say, "if you want to jerk me off, all you have to do is ask."
That gets his paw away pretty quickly, and I almost regret saying it. Just to spite him, I gawk at his privates openly. A patch of white sits on the center of his groin, and though his sheath isn't too long, he has a killer pair of nuts to make up for it. In return, he gropes my ass. Hell, it feels good, but just makes me needlessly harder because I know he's only teasing.
"I'm afraid I'm a bit of a vagitarian, dude," he says.
"Too bad." Problem is, I'm so riled up now that my knot's out, and the showers aren't cold enough to bring it down. So I do the only thing I know how to do: reach a paw down there and give it a firm squeeze. "Now, if you don't mind, I gotta take care of this."
I hear a growl, and note that it comes from a jaguar standing not too far away. "Dude, that's sick. Put it away."
"What do you expect me to do?" The guy's not really a looker, but I'd still let him bend me over if given the chance. He gives me a weird look, maybe reading my mind, so I say, "Unlike you, I've got a knot that won't go down in three seconds."
The wolf snorts. "Ain't nothing gay about jacking off."
"Then why don't we turn this into something fun," the fox says.
"A circle jerk?" It's the jaguar again. "Sure you're not gay?"
The fox just smiles. "You seem mighty defensive. But no, I'm not suggesting that. How 'bout we have a little contest?"
The bear ambles over to us. And he's not the only one: now we've got two others, a coyote and a stallion, both just walking in. The coyote spots my knot and his eyes pop open. "Whoa there. What kinda contest we talkin about?"
"Nothin too raunchy," the fox says. "Just, the guy with the smallest weiner has to blow the biggest."
The stallion makes a funny facial expression. Funny 'cause you'd think he'd be grinning at a free blowjob, with the kind of meat he's prolly packing between his legs, but he actually frowns.
"I'm in," the coyote says, grinning.
"Alright." The fox raises a paw, gesturing around the showers. "Who else?"
I'm surprised at how many people raise their paws. The bear, the wolf, the jaguar, the coyote, the fox... and me, of course. I know I'm not huge, but hey, if all else fails I get the chance to give one of these studs a blowjob.
The stallion's got his arms crossed. The fox looks over at him, saying, "C'mon, join in."
"Um, well... I'd really rather not..."
"C'mon. You bigger than this little guy here?" The fox gropes my rod again, sending shivers down my spine. To my defense, it's not exactly small, but hey, whatever gets the guy to join. I do my part and wink at him.
He just scratches his head. "I really don't feel like sucking Brett's cock tonight."
The bear laughs. "Why don't you just chill in here, then? Watch and see who gets humiliated."
"Well..."
"Look at it this way," the fox says. "We already know you have a small dick. If you walk away now, you'll just make us think it's smaller than it is."
The stallion sighs. "Okay, fine... but I'm not putting my mouth on anyone's junk."
I wonder if he's playing it modest or telling the truth. Sure, most stallions are hung like, uh, stallions, but I guess there are small ones, too. Whatever.
So I notice there's a lot of stroking going on in the room. Just about everyone's got his hand on his dick, and I'm no exception. But the fox intervenes, saying, "Why don't we take it one at a time? Anyone got a tape measure?"
I, being the slutty little wolf that I would never admit to not being, carry one with me. I towel myself off a bit, bending over and lifting my tail a bit more than necessary. What a whore, right? It's not like any of them are looking, though.
A bit later I come back with the measure, but I insist that we exit the showers for this little game. The others agree, and soon we're all in the lockers again. God, I'm so hard that it hurts. I put the measure to myself, first, and call out the reading with what dignity I can muster:
"Five point two inches."
The bear chuckles. "I hope you like dick, man, 'cuz--oh, wait, you do." A few people snicker at that. I play along, making an O with my mouth and bobbing my head on an invisible dick.
Next up is the coyote. Despite being so cocky (Ha.) earlier, he's not really that much to look at. I wouldn't say he's fat, but he doesn't have much tone either. His dick's a bit better; he's big--I mean really big--but he's not a monster. Okay, maybe he's fucking huge. I take it upon myself to do the measuring, and when he's fully hard I get to graze the side of his cock, then announce, "Seven and a half inches." I give his knot a squeeze for good measure, making him inhale. Really I didn't think dicks like this existed outside of porn, and his flawed body just makes him hotter.
I look up and see him grinning. "Anyone gonna top that?" he asks. It's one of those things that can annoy me or turn me on, depending on what kinda mood I'm in. You know, when guys have a huge dick and everyone knows it, and they start acting all dominant.
Right now my mood renders him as annoying, so I tell him, "You can top me any time you want, stud," and that shuts him up, so I decide to go on to the wolf. Gods, it makes me sweaty just thinking about him. But when we do the unveiling, I'm a bit surprised. I guess I deserved it for being such a hypocrite.
Not like I'm trying to insult him or anything. It's got to be the toughest dick I've ever seen on a canine. Fuck, the knot is twice as thick as the shaft. But it measures in at only six point four inches. I give him a squeeze, too, and he just growls, but it's a pleasant, though dominant growl that makes me spurt a little bit. I'd rather have him over that coyote, I think... and he's looking down at me with a look that says, I'm better than him.
Just for good measure, I walk up to the stallion and measure him, without announcing the number. Solid five. Not bad, but it looks a bit small on him because of his species. I feel bad for him, 'cause he doesn't have much of an ass either, but he's alright. Just, who'd wanna get fucked by him? Except me, of course.
I approach the bear next. His body's not bad. Big, but not too flabby. Still has boobs like some girls dream for. He's still semi-soft down there, so I let him stroke himself for a bit before moving in, and I must say he looks like he's got a lot of experience with his paw. He's pretty thick, but stubby. Kinda looks off-balanced. Still, I have to swallow a bit of jealousy when I call out his number: "Five point one inches."
That sets off a little ruckus. I tell 'em to quit their yammerin, 'cause he already looks embarrassed enough as it is. Heck, it sucks for him, 'cause he could break some people in half with that thing; it just isn't long enough. I still wished he were just a little bigger, like, oh, say, two tenths of an inch or so.
And now, the jaguar. He's still fully soft. Now, there's not much to like about this guy, besides that he's an insecure asshole. He's got a little bit of flab and like no nipples, and I'm beginning to doubt if I'll get to give a blowjob even if the bear quits. Y'know, I bet that's why the bear decided to join in, 'cause he knew the jaguar would be tiny, and he really is thick enough to make up for any length deficit. I mean, when you're straight, the vag is only so big, and it's really thickness that counts the most.
Just to spite the jaguar, I walk up with the measure and run it up his sheath, saying, "One point four inches."
He slaps my paws away. "Get it hard, you jerk."
I give a questioning stare around the room. Everyone's looking at me--sure, rely on the fag to get the straight guy hard. What a brilliant idea.
I do the only thing I know how to do: I turn around, lift my tail and spread my cheeks apart.
He grunts. I have no fucking clue what to do.
Whatever. If he wants me to make him pop a boner, I'll make him pop a boner. I back up, towards him. I grind my ass against his groin, letting his slender sheath slip between my cheeks a few times.
Feeling a bit of stirring. Then a bit more stirring. He's starting to come out. I back away and look down at him. Pretty decent length, but not prize-winning. I start to get the tape measure down there, but he swats my paws away again.
His paws are down there now, gripping his cock. He bends his knees and starts jerking himself off fast, first with one paw, then with two. My jaw drops as it slides out, inch for God-forsaken inch.
I think I just creamed myself. Except not really, but I'm close.
My fingers tremble as I try to measure it. Holy fucking dick, batman. "Ten point six inches," I call out. I hear the tremble in my voice, and as soon as I'm done measuring the measure's on the floor and both paws are wrapped around it, like it's a magnet pulling me in.
None of them believe me. I hear some laughing. Then I realize they can't see, so I move out of the way with my paws still on it, and am met with awkward silence. The fox is still over there, and he's hard now, but he's nowhere near this big.
Looks like we got our winner.
Almost instinctively the guys start crowding in. I hear murmurs, like, "Holy crap, is that natural?" and "Jesus Christ." Just as I can't resist wrapping my paws around such a huge tool, apparently some of the other guys can't, either. If I was hard before, I'm aching now, what with all these straights groping dick. And even with three paws on him he's still not all the way covered. Fuck.
Okay, maybe I've fantasized about this a few times. Or a lot of times.
So there's like a circle surrounding the guy now. And in the middle of circle, a few feet away, is the bear. He's practically pouting. He knows what he's got to do. Seems like he's more put off at servicing the jaguar than he is at sucking a cock. But he walks over, anyway, thick length swinging like a clapper between his legs--did I mention that he has a huge ass?--and sits down in front of the jaguar, who now has a smug look on his face and is seated on the ledge. Everyone else kinda backs off a bit and gives 'em some space. A few of 'em look away.
I'll admit: the bear has courage. He gets right to work. Problem is, he's awful at it. I want to shout advice at him, but it would be inappropriate. He gags fairly often, and the jaguar isn't helping, calling him a bitch and shoving his dick in as far as it can go. After a while, the jaguar stops and just tries to sit it out; still, I can see the winces on the his face as the bear's teeth slide over the sensitive head, and worst of all, I can see the jaguar slowly getting soft again. I mean, I prolly would've too. Sucking a dick isn't just putting your mouth on it.
Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. "Man," I said, "you suck at sucking." He doesn't stop, though; just flips me the bird and continues to butcher fellatio. I begin to get the feeling that he's doing it on purpose.
Then the jaguar pushes him away, saying, "Get away from me." The bear growls, but complies, wiping the drool off his muzzle, and as soon as he's up on his feet, the jaguar sends me a nasty look. "Get over here, gay boy."
I do as requested. Even though it's not my duty, who's to resist such a big cock?
Only, there's a problem. Big cocks aren't meant for wholesome oral, even if you're good at it. He knows that, but makes me do it anyway, and he's not gentle. As soon as I stoop down his paw's forcing me down onto a mouthful of cock. The taste's alright, and he doesn't smell too bad, but good grief; enough is enough. I don't have a bottomless mouth. And it doesn't help that he has this ugly-ass bush of pubic fur poking up all over the place.
I know what you're thinking. Usually, the trick is to do oral on the head and give the rest of him a handjob, but he's feline, and his barbs snag on my tongue. That, and--okay, I'll admit it. My paws are small. He's too thick for me to get a good grip. So instead I slide a finger into the barely-visible crack just underneath his orbs.
He bats me away again, though. And then he slaps me in the face with his dick. Twice.
"I'm not a fag," he says. "I don't like it up the pooper like you."
Now, don't get me wrong. I love rough sex. But that's not how you do it. He knows he's too big. I'm a class-A cocksucker and I'm doing the best I can. Being rough is one thing; being cruel is another.
At this point I think he knows he's not going to be blowing a load anytime soon. He opens his mouth, to tell me just to stop it, but what comes out is: "Why don't you get on my lap?"
"You're fucking crazy," is what I want to say. But I don't say it. I comply. This is where I excel--though I've never taken a toy this big all the way. I get up on him so my hole's in line with his dick, and I cock my hips back, flagging my tail as high as it can go. Fuck, this is gonna hurt like shit, but I want to at least try it. He gives me a good smack on the ass and spreads my cheeks wide with his paws. I feel the air hit my tailhole, and I look back at the others watching us.
Damn right, they look awkward, but some of them are starting to look a little tense in all the right places. If there's one thing I've got it's a sexy ass, and it's spread wide for their viewing. I start to ask for the lube, but he stops me by probing at my entrance with a wet finger. He sticks it deep inside and I can't help but loll my tongue out.
Here's where I feel a bit weird. The deal was for the loser to give the winner a blowjob. I'm not the loser, but I've got a finger up my ass and an impossibly-huge dick waiting to enter, and everyone's watching. But I can't think of that for long, 'cause I feel a few more fingers slip inside. A few seconds later and he's prepping for entry.
And he proceeds to fuck my brains out. Normally, I'm just fine and dandy for that. Heck, I'll beg for it sometimes. But this is too much. I'm practically screaming, because he's going in at all the wrong angles and not even giving me time to loosen. I mean, sure he fingered me for a few seconds, but with a dick that big you gotta do some pretty hot finger-work to get a bottom loose enough to slam in like that. Worse, he doesn't get the hint when I lift up and try to get him out. I almost have to stand to get him out of me, and then I take a few steps away from him before he can grab me and pull me back. I know I'll be feeling that in me for a while.
(A note for tops: there's a difference between a bottom yelling "It's too big!" for ego-inflation and a bottom yelling "It's too big!" because Jesus Christ it's really too big and you need to pull out right now. Learn to tell the difference, thanks.)
That's when I notice the guys. The fox and the coyote have their paws on each others' erections. My jaw drops. I can't believe it. The bear's stroking along, too, and the wolf's standing with a woody trying to look like a badass, but he's really looking right at me.
So, I'm a porno for these guys. Great. But the show's over now.
"I thought you were good at this," the jaguar says.
"Won't find any better." I look down at him. God, his dick is huge.
"Whatever." It's like he takes that as a signal, and he starts lightly stroking himself. If I had any balls, I'd flip him off. What can I say? I'm a pussy.
And I'm still rock-hard. I look down at myself and whimper a little; I'm dripping everywhere and it's like there's more blood in there than it can take. And maybe the whimpering has something to do with me seeming so small in comparison, too.
While I'm watching, a chubby paw reaches between my legs and grasps me. I squirt a little into the air, and pant a bit at the sensations. The bear's beside me, pumping his thick shaft in time with mine. I look over at him, but he's not looking at me. Like he's lost in some kind of fantasy or something.
I spit on my paws and grab his dick, making eyes at him to see if his expression change--and it doesn't. He just lets the paw he had on himself fall off to the side, like it was never there to start with. I'll admit, it feels pretty nice in my paws. Believe it or not, it's been a while since I've had my hands on a normal dick--other than my own, of course. I can't stop thinking that it's just the right size, though, for...
Ah, what the hell. I get down on my knees like the good slut I am and engulf him in my muzzle. His girth's a little challenging at first, but when I get used to it, it feels pretty great. And I take it upon myself to show him how to suck a dick. Slow, fast; tongue, no-tongue, only tongue; shaft, balls, perineum; deep throat, then just lick the tip; suction, no suction. And of course my paws wander. I start with the classic, going for the balls, but he's fine when I feel on his ass, which I can't get enough of, and doesn't complain when I stick a finger in his tailhole, even though it doesn't stay there for too long. From the way he shivers and makes those cute sounds, I know he's enjoying it just as much as I am.
I'm so into it that I don't notice we've got company until I feel a rough paw on my head. Someone pushes me down, forcing me to deep-throat the guy. But I mean, it's not like he's got a footlong, so it's not uncomfortable. I hear someone say, "He good?" and I know it's the fox.
If the bear responds, I don't hear it. That same paw pulls me off his dick, though, and I lick my lips to get rid of the sliver of fluid connecting us. The bear's tool glistens with drool, and I feel a spike of pride. I turn my head a bit and see the fox standing to my left, his intentions throbbing between his legs.
I keep a light grip on the bear's shaft as I clamp down on the fox's. He's a canine, so he tastes a bit tangier and he's got a lot more fluid coming out. He's a bit more vocal, and a bit more forceful. I realize that he just wants to face-fuck me, and I let him do it, even though a real blowjob is better. I fake-whimper and make eyes at him when he starts getting a little faster, 'cause I know they love that shit.
I switch back and forth between the two shafts, bringing them closer together until I can lick both of them at the same time. Not very practical, but I know it looks hot, so I do it for a while anyway. Hell, I try to take both of them at the same time, but the bear's too thick for too much of that. I don't want to risk hitting either of 'em with my teeth.
And then I've got someone else's dick in my mouth. It's canine, and it's pretty fucking big, so I realize it's the coyote's. So right now I'm juggling three dicks pretty well, but apparently that's not enough, 'cause then the stallion walks up. Okay, his dick is a little small, but I don't mind too much. It's different.
So, I'm starting to feel awfully slutty, which means I'm starting to feel awfully awesome. Hell, I've got four straight jocks' cocks in my muzzle and all of them are loving it. What other gay guy at this school can say that, right?
Alas, I'd forgotten about one thing. How could I? I feel paws on my shoulders, and I take a break from my duties to look behind me and see the wolf. He looks just as hard as I feel. I reach out with my muzzle to give him a little relief, but his paw on my head stops me. I stick my tongue out and wag it lazily in the direction of his cock, looking up at him. He points down at the floor, and I feel myself grinning because I know what he wants.
He lies on the floor and slides himself under me. My muzzle darts between my four patrons as I grab the nearby bottle (because when do I not have one nearby) and rub lube onto the wolf's erection. He gives me a little push, letting me know he's ready. Though I'm already loose as all hell from the jaguar, he lets me loosen myself up a bit before I feel him slide in.
God, the wolf is just the right size and when he fills me up it feels like heaven. I know it's hard for him to thrust in his position, so I give him some help, sliding up and down over his length. I admit, I have a hard time concentration on giving good oral, but only for a minute. You can't blame me.
Soon I'm bouncing up and down as he gives me a good pounding, and some of the guys are looking like they're ready to burst. I'm surprised the bear hasn't came already, what with all the attention I've been giving him. But I don't mind. Each of them has its own scent, flavor, size, and texture, and every time I switch off, it's like a whole new experience all over again.
Next thing I know the fox has a death grip on my head and he's shoving me into position in front of his dick. His knees are bent, he's trembling, and he's choking his chicken so hard it looks painful. He comes with a groan and a long, "Yeah..." His seed splashes all over my muzzle, some of it going in my mouth. Of course, I don't mind swallowing it, and I lick my lips, both out of necessity and because I know it looks pretty hot.
So now I've got fox spunk on my face and three more about to blow, and a thick wolf under my tail giving me everything he's got.
The coyote's next. He forces me all the way down--which is actually really hard because he's kinda huge--and starts growling. I grab behind his knot and it melts into a deep moan and a "Fuck fuck fuck fuck." He shoves me off at the last second, so I stroke his length until he's almost done shooting on me. I put his tip in my mouth right before he's done, though, so I get a thick wad of spooge in there. I look up at him and open my mouth, knowing all he can see is white. He pats me on the head, like he's trying to say "Good dog" or something like that.
With his juice still in my mouth, I take the bear in my muzzle. I pull off and there's thick white cream sticking to his shaft, courtesy of the coyote. I tease him by licking it off as slowly as I can, and soon I've got him whining and begging for more.
But I don't indulge him, of course, instead just lazily gripping him and the stallion and gently stroking. My backside's getting a pretty good pounding, so I sit back and enjoy it for a bit. I clench up a few times, making the wolf grunt and shove himself in deeper.
Then I take the stallion in my mouth. I deep-throat him for a while because it's easy with the kind of length he's got going on. And he really gets into it. Fuck, I love it when a guy enjoys it this much. I lose track of how much time I've spent on him, because I feel the bear's wet tip poking me in the cheek. Well, poking a load of spunk on my cheek is more like it.
So I make out with the bear's tip, then back off for a bit again and just roll 'em both through my paws. It's getting hard to concentrate with all the action I'm getting from the wolf, and I'm panting so hard that I need to stop and catch my breath. I brave up enough to send a look over towards the jaguar.
Okay, so he still looks monstrously huge. He's got both of his paws wrapped around his shaft and it looks like he's starting to get a little worked up. There's no denying how unbelievably hot it looks, but... y'know, it's a bittersweet kind of hot. A combination of jealousy and pity. Undoubtedly, this cat's cock could land him in the industry. Hell, just looking at him makes me feel like creaming myself then and there, despite my obligation to the needy others around me. It's tantalizing, and it's pretty, but that's all it's for.
I mean, there comes a point where you have to realize that a dick invariably has to be shoved in some kind of hole, and every time the jaguar wants to get a lay, there's prolly gonna be an enormous fuss over his size... and lots of people who want to date him just to try riding his dick once or twice.
But I've been neglecting my buddies over here; the bear and the stallion are both trying not to look at me, I can tell, because they don't want to admit how much they love letting the fag suck them off. I decide to make it interesting. I look up at them and say, "You guys wanna get off?"
They both look at me kinda sheepishly. The stallion speaks, saying, "I think that's a pretty dumb question."
I grin up at them. And I say, "Kiss."
Both of them look at me like I'm crazy. I shrug--and shudder when the wolf grinds up against my prostate; I'm beginning to wonder if he'll ever get off. But I get myself back on-track, and say, "C'mon." I look at the bear. "You just sucked a dick, man. Smooching once won't make either of you gay."
It takes a while, but they eventually do it. I'm expecting them to just peck on the lips and have that be it, but they actually make out. I hear a groan underneath me, and I know the wolf's getting close. Before they're done sucking face I've got 'em both in my mouth at the same time--with the stallion's smaller dick, it's not that much of a strain. We stay like that for a while until the horse whinnies and pulls himself out.
Then I get another torrent of spunk on my muzzle. I get some in my eyes, and I go blind for a while, but I don't ruin the moment by wiping. I do that after he's done, and I eat the little bit that I have to remove.
So now it's just the wolf and the bear. I bet the wolf's waiting to be last. Bet if I reached down and gave his knot a good squeeze he'd bust. But I'll let him have his fun.
The bear, though. Now, he's a trooper. He's leaking like I've never seen a bear leak before, but he still hasn't come yet. I ask him, "Do you ever get off?" To which he replies with a toothy grin and a ruffling of my ears. I'll give him five minutes.
In two, he's tensing. He never vocalizes, but I can hear his breathing speed up. I can tell how eager he is, but he doesn't dishonor me by thrusting. Did I mention that I love his dick? It's the perfect size for this, and I'd wonder if he knew how to use it elsewhere if I didn't have another one already in me. I've never taken two at the same time before, but right then I almost want to try it. But I content myself to reach around and rub a finger or two up against his tailhole, which makes him spread his legs even more.
I can tell when he's about to blow. His balls tuck in like they're about to get sucked into his groin and he grabs the fur on my head with a little bit more force than necessary, trying to keep himself stable. I grin around the mouthful, then he stiffens and shoots. I pull back so it joins the rest of the spunk already on me. I give the bear a shit-eating grin before taking my own need in hand, stroking along with the wolf's thrusts.
It's not long before I feel him tensing below me. He tries to warn me, but all that comes out is, "Ungh..."
I get the hint, so I pull myself off him. My paws grip him and I squeeze behind his knot, beating him off with the other paw. He shoots on my ass, and it actually feels pretty good. Feels better when he reaches a hand down there to rub it in. As soon as I know he's done I grasp myself again and get to work, and the wolf's fingers slip deep inside me, hitting my prostate. It doesn't take long before my breath comes in short gasps and I'm trying to control the shaking I'm doing all over.
Damn. I don't think I've ever came so hard. I sit there for a while, just enjoying the feeling and the warmth of the wolf below me. I look over at the jaguar and I see that he's creamed himself too.
It never feels odd until a few minutes afterwards. And holy shit, it feels odd. I remember that I'm in a room full of straight jocks that I've just blown. Talk about weird, right?
The first one to speak is the stallion, and I'm thankful. He looks at me and laughs. "Looks like you need another shower."
With spunk-coated muzzle, I nod. "Mmhm." I get up and walk to the showers again, but only a few follow me. The rest vamoose as quickly as they can, still pulling up their pants as they walk out the door. Left are me, the stallion, and the coyote. I'm a bit sad the wolf and bear took the route of the wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, but you never know what kind of appointments they could be late for.
Ten minutes later, I'm wet but fairly clean. Coming out, I notice the bear left his underwear, so I can't resist grabbing the jockstrap and shoving it into my locker, not to spite him or anything, just 'cause I'm kinky like that. And because everyone knows he doesn't wear underwear except for a jock on the field, and maybe I'll give it back to him for the right price, ha-ha-ha.
I hear snickering beside me, so I turn and see the stallion looking at me. "What?" I say. "Never gone on a panty raid before?"
He just laughs a bit more and shakes his head. "Just think it's funny." He doesn't say anything, and for a while I think maybe he wants another blowjob, since we're both still nude. I'm about to dive between his legs again when he pulls on a pair of briefs, and as we slip on our clothes he doesn't say anything. I hear the slam of a locker behind me, and the coyote calls out, "See ya, fags," but it's more of a Hope to see more o' ya, fag, than anything else. Jocks and straight guys; you gotta know how to read 'em.
It's then that the stallion clears his throat. "Hey," he says.
"Hi."
He blinks and reaches up to scratch his ears. "Uh, I was thinking. You wanna... go get a coffee or something?"
It's so cute, the way he looks, and he's so bad at it that I feel like I'm in a romantic comedy or something. Part of me takes it as, Hey, sorry I have a small dick, can I make it up to you?, but I know he's not that shallow.
"I hate coffee," I say just to spite him. He stiffens and looks away, so I add, "But they've got great shakes on campus."
He grins a little. "Alright... I'll see ya there in five."
I nod, and it's silence the rest of the time, until I'm the only one standing in the locker room. I think about the stallion. He seems sweet, but you never know. He's got a small dick, but I've got toys twice his size should he ever want to get kinky. Technically, I'm already seeing someone, but maybe I'll dump him for this guy if things work out.
I think back to the jaguar. Good grief, he's huge, but you know, it's like twelve-inch dicks exist just to make us envious of something we don't really want. Like, I dunno. For me, if word got out that I had a big dick like that, people'd prolly want me to top 'em all the time, and yeah, I sometimes enjoy topping, but it's a guilty pleasure. Kinda like if I were to go play a game of basketball or two. Sure, I like basketball, but I'm a football player, so it doesn't do me any good.
Though some people have a thing for fucking a guy with a huge dick. But, I guess lots of people have a thing for fucking a guy with a tiny dick. And some people think average is the hottest 'cause it feels more real, or some shit like that.
On the flipside, I know a dragon that doesn't want to mate with the love of his life 'cause the raccoon's only like four inches... but he'd prolly love to date the jaguar, straight and assholey as he be.
Whatever. I don't give a damn.
One thing I can't help wondering as I walk out the door and remember all the jocks trying to get a piece of me is: will this become a regular occurrence? I sure hope so.