The Locker Room Moment
DISCLAIMER: This story is blatant fantasy, furry pedophilia. But not rape, God no. Rape is bad. So is non-consensual molestation and stuff. So I don't endorse those, but you know what I do endorse? Love and understanding to those deserving. So, please don't read further if you're going to get offended.
*click* "Abel, I don't think you should be listening to that."
The young mouse sighed, murmuring consent to his mother as he gazed out the window of the minivan, suburban-cityscape reflecting in his green eyes. Music - especially loud music - had really helped him, ever since... he cleared his mind, shaking his black fur out of his eyes. "How much longer, mum?"
"Actually, we're here!"
Abel smiled, sitting up and unbuckling his seatbelt. What better way to spend a Saturday than at the local pool and spa? His mom could get a makeover while he swam, another escape. He especially liked, for some odd reason, being in the locker room, surrounded by other naked or near-naked males...he knew he was only ten, but he still blushed at the strange feelings. He hopped out of the car, smiling and grabbing his bag with his change of clothes. His mother, your average late-twenties soccer mom, gave her son that concerned look moms always have. "I'm going to the spa, sweetie, while you're swimming. Can I meet you in the reception area by two o'clock?"
"Sure, mom!" He ran inside ahead of her, while she just sighed and shook her head at his innocence.
Once he jumped through the automatic doors, he flashed a grin and his season pass to the secretary, a familiar old whippet, who smiled and waved back at him. He went down the halls to the locker room, calming himself with a few deep breaths before walking around the corner, confronted by...
"Nuts."
The locker room was abandoned, looking freshly cleaned and untouched by the presence of other guys; the only familiar sound was a shower running in the background, no voices or singing. Abel's ears drooped, as he slunk over to a corner of the locker room and began to undress, sitting on a bench wearily. He drags out his slightly-to-short trunks, shaking them out without the usual vigor, yet for a longer time as if to fill the silence around him.
"Aw, what's gotcha down?"
Abel squeaked, whipping his head around and perking his ears up at the silent intruder. He's faced with a male hyena, about his mom's age, with thick fur and friendly grey eyes. And he's dripping with no clothes sans a towel around his neck; the silent showerer, then. The mouseboy blushed, trying to either keep eye contact or look away, the nakedness of the hyena very noticeable. He murmured a response, bright red.
The hyena blinked, sitting down next to him. "What's wrong, buddy?" he asked gently, putting a strong arm around the boy. He wasn't muscular, but well-built all the same. "It's okay, you can talk to ol' Russel," he chuckled, trying to make Abel smile with him.
"It's just a bit...lon - empty here," he said finally, looking up at Russel with a disarming smile. "I'm okay, really."
"That's not what I'm hearing, cub," Russel said, sounding truly concerned for Abel. He glanced round, making sure they weren't going to be intruded on before he pulled the mouse closer. He came close to nuzzling him, paw moving down his side. "Why are you lonely?" he murmurs.
Abel tensed, not from the PDA, but from the fact that he was sitting - nearly cuddling! - naked next to another naked male! He crossed his paws in his lap, covering up what he was sure was going to be a stiffy. "M-my daddy died, and I...I don't have any other guys to talk to about, y'know, stuff," he said quickly and quietly, burying his face in the hyenas thick chestfur. He felt himself burning up, tearing with embarrassment. He never told anyone that before, and it felt...alleviating, definitely, but so hard.
Russel took it in stride, whispering comforts and stroking Abel's headfur, caressing him. He had dealt with cubs before, with drama and secrets, but not with any this cute. "What stuff, sweetheart?" he asks after the young boy had finished crying. Abel raised his head, wiping his widening eyes. No adult besides his mom had called him that, and it felt good coming from a male.
"W-well, I kinda like...other guys..." he said, deciding to take a risk. He put his right leg around the feliform, straddling Russel. He hugged the hyena, pressing his sheath into his belly and feeling the adult underneath him. He looked down, closing his eyes shyly, waiting for the reaction.
"Really, now?" Russel's heart raced, hugging the cub back tightly, trying not to get hard. A gay cub, hugging him, naked? This must be a dream...might as well savor it. He licked his lips, moving his paws down to Abel's butt, squeezing the soft fur. Abel gasped, grasping the thick fur, the unexpected massage sending wonderful feelings throughout his small body.
"Y-yes, I do! Don't stop!" he cried out, letting his immature cock spring to life, poking Russel in the stomach. Russel kept squeezing with his left paw, right going down under to rub himself to erection. His cock, a good eight inches (with knot), nearly poked the tip of Abel's tailhole. He reached up, pulling the mouse's head back to reveal his face.
Abel had a pink tinge on his face, eyes shining with innocent ecstasy. The two paused for a moment, eyes locked, then slowly, they leaned forward together, first lips, then tongues meeting with gentle passion, like a rose petal falling on a pond. The pair explored each others mouths, flicking tips around and moving deeper into each other, Russel's nearly choking the cub. Finally, they released with a gasp, saliva bridging their mouths. "I...I love you, Russel," Abel purred, stroking the adults chest.
"I love you too, uh...."
"Abel."
"Right," the hyena chuckled, lying down on the bench. The mouseboy leans with him, sitting against his hard length. Abel looked back, gasping, his own length bobbing a bit with excitement. "Big, isn't it?" the hyena gloated, putting his paws behind his head. "Wanna try it out?"
"I've never done it before..." Abel confessed, moving back curiously until the cock was snug between his cheeks. Russel grunted, a drop of pre dribbling down the front. "I guess I'll try, though." The mouseboy leaned forward, the back onto the cock, moaning as the bulbous head popped into his virginity, stretching his tender tailhole.
"Gentle, gentle," Russel chided, holding on to Abel's hips as he guided the cub down his length. Precum dripped down, lubricating the entry as the adult hyena guided the eager mouse up and down the cock, slicking it for painless entry. Abel cried out openly, partly from the pain of stretching and partly from the thick meat pressing mercilessly on his young prostate.
After a few minutes, Abel and Russel had eased their way down so that the cub's small sack was resting on the hyena's big knot. The boy was gasping, 4-inch cock pulsating and dripping pre, legs spread as far as he could, trying to be knotted. Sensing that the mouse couldn't do it on his own, Russel licked his fingers, then reached under, widening the tailhole to its limit as he thrust upward, sweating with sexual exertion as his thick knot squeezed into Abel. "A-ah, Russel!" the mouseboy cried out, gasping loudly and panting as he rested on the full length, eight hot inches throbbing inside him.
"Don't stop, please," Russel groaned, panting along as he lay on the bench, the warm, wet insides of the mouse pressing on his cock. The cub nodded, the started humping the hyena, the adult thrusting up into him. "Rrrrngh...gonna..." he puffed, steadying the boy. Abel felt the cock about to explode, and sensed his own smaller cock about to orgasm, taking deep breaths and constricting his muscles to clench Russel inside him, reaching around with his free paw and squeezing the hyena's large balls.
Russel growled and flipped upright, supporting the mouse with his free paw before letting Abel go back-down onto the bench, grasping the mousecub's ankles and pounding him, grunting as he slammed into the boy, wave after wave of orgasm sending hot, thick seed pouring into the tight cavity, as he furiously squeezing Abel's cock and masturbating him. Abel squeaked loudly, a stream of jizz shooting from his length as the flood of splooge warms his insides, causing his to go into a massive orgasm. He arches his back, yowling as he cums with the adult, their mutual love caught in that moment.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"You liked it?"
Abel laid on the bench, covered in his own immature splooge, and looked up at Russel, panting. The hyena grunted, then pulled out of the well-lubed and stretched hole, cups of seed dripping out onto the tiled floor. The tall adult gently picked him up, caressing the wet cub, waiting for a reply.
"....No, I loved it," Abel giggled, kissing Russel's chest. The two shared a laugh before they walked off towards the shower, washing away their sticky memories, but sharing a moment never felt before <3.
Teh end. I like locker rooms.
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