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A sharp cry would echo through the empty locker room, followed by the metallic swish of a door swinging back and forth on its hinges. "God damnit!" A rather thick, pissed looking bull clad in football gear spouted out as he came bursting forth, plopping his plump rump on a bench before kicking his cleats off in frustration. Followed soon after was that crimson red football helmet, making a loud 'thump' as it hit the ground before he began to undo the lock on his locker. Small sighs left him as he popped it open, only to hear a loud 'CLUNK' as his nameplate fell to the ground, making him roll his eyes. "Shit's fallin' apart..." he'd mumble to himself, picking up the copper plate reading "Eric Steffhen" before tossing it in his locker and looking about. How late was it that no one else was here? Pulling out his cell phone, he'd blink as he noticed it was already 8! Plus, he had a text, only to pop it open to see it was from his father. "txt me when u r done & ill pick u up" Aww, how sweet of his dad, offering to pick him up instead of walking home...two hours after the game was over.

It wasn't fair, having to clean up the entire football field...you'd think with his dad being the coach, he'd ease up with his punishments! A snicker did leave the bull's lips as he thought about that time Sean had to clean the urinals with nothing but a toothbrush. Stupid wolf, he deserved it; paying more attention to the cheerleaders then their practice. Speaking of which...why did he have to be so honest about that fumble during the game? Why couldn't he have just kept his big mouth shut? Sean still should have known better. That jerk...he shouldn't have smacked the other dude's face and take the ball out of his hands during the pile up. He knew that wasn't right, even if this was the championship game! Maybe Eric should have just let it happen and let them win the game...even if it was at an unfair advantage.

Readying up a good wad of spit to go nicely right on that wolf's locker a few rows down, he'd look over only to notice it was slightly askew. "Huh, dumbass can't even lock it properly..." he'd think aloud, tugging off a glove to wipe a thin layer of sweat off his cocoa-colored forehead. Boy was he sweaty; his shirt was practically sticking to his gut from how damp it was! Gripping the bottom of that sweat drenched, black jersey, he'd tug it up and off his head, turning it side to side to make sure not to snag his horns in the process; leaving his upper body with just his chest and shoulder gear on. Flicking the front of his burgundy mohawk with his stubby fingers, he'd lift his arm right after, giving a quick whiff to that fuzzy pit, before recoiling his face back with a smirk. "Geez! I stink...Mmm..." he'd practically purr out like a cat in heat, relishing in his own scent.

It was then he remembered the open locker, eyes locking on that small, metal door before making his way over. He knew it was wrong to peep...but he'd be damned if he missed out on such a chance! Plus, if someone came in and caught him in the act, he could say he was merely closing the door. Peeking his face in the locker, he'd reach an arm in, shuffling through some clothes hidden within. With a small gasp, he'd feel an all too familiar mesh fabric against his fingertips, causing a rather wicked grin to spread along his lips. "Ooh...what do we have here~?" Eric would snicker to himself, gripping it and tugging it forth. Eureka! He hit the motherload! A rather dirty, stained, off-yellow jock strap that even at this distance, he could smell a nice musk wafting forth! He always thought that dumb wolf was rather cute, and wouldn't mind a nice romp around the sack...especially after a rough workout, or even a game like tonight. Unable to help himself his nose would be buried right into the crotch of that strap, a deep shudder running through the bull's body as he did so. "O-o-ohh..." he'd moan, sniffing all about the jock. That big nose had its advantages, able to rub all along that slightly stiffened fabric as he took in the strong scent; plus, he always enjoyed that slight tickling feeling in his nose as that silver bullring rubbed against something, especially a nice pair of filthy undies.

A deep grumble came from his chest as a traveling hand roamed over the front of his football pants, squeezing at the quickly forming hard-on forming within them. His fist quickly gripped the front of that bulge, moaning as he groped at himself. Unable to take it any further, he'd quickly begin to undo the strings to his pants, pushing them down along with his own jock before pulling around his ankles. Leaving his socks on, he'd step out of the clothing as he slowly rubbed a finger along the head of his bright pink cock, flicking against the ring resting over his slit. After all, when the tattoo parlor he got his nose piercing at offered a 'Two Piercing's for the Price of One!' sale, how could he resist? Giving the piercing a tug, he'd gasp in delight as shocks of pleasure sparked through his entire neither region, groaning as a droplet of pre formed beneath the metal. It was then he felt an all too familiar pressure within him, his bladder reminding him he needed release. "Mmf..." giving out a small whine, he'd look to the locker and to the undies, then over to the urinals against the wall next to the shower. "Damnit..." Unwilling to give up his new discovery, he'd quickly make his way over to the urinals, still holding his rock hard dick in one hand, while the other still gripped that delicious jock strap.

That wicked grin once more spread across his face as he got a wonderful idea. Fuck using a urinal...no one was around, plus the showers were right there, who would know? Sitting down right in front of a urinal, he'd hold his cock upwards before suddenly letting out his hot, golden stream onto himself, groaning as he did so. "Mmm...f-fuck..." he'd mumble as he imagined maybe Sean standing before him, using his friend instead of the urinal...or perhaps even the entire football team; hell, even maybe his own coach. "Yeah, that'd be fuckin' hot...gimme yer piss daddy." He'd further add, closing his eyes as the piss splashed against his gut and down into his burgundy pubes, only to drool down his fat sack and along the inside of his thigh. A small pool began to form between his spread legs before the piss began to die down, draining to just a little drizzle down the belly of his throbbing member. Not a moment later, the bull took hold of his cock once more, using that warm, acrid urine as lube to stroke himself. A second hand came down to fondle his sweaty, pee drenched orbs as he rubbed himself, squirming about as he rested his head back against the urinal. "O-ooh...g-god!" he'd grunt out, pre freely spilling forth past his ring covered slit as wet, squelching noises echoed throughout the room due to his stroking. Lifting his legs slightly, he'd only jerk off faster; his fist a piston along that throbbing, drooling dick. "G-gonna...f-fuuuuuck!" he'd cry out, ropes of his seed suddenly spurting forth from his cock and onto his gut and chest guard; a single spurt hitting his chin in the process as deep shudders ran through his thick frame. "G-guh! N-nngh!" More moans slipped from him as he continued his stroking, riding out his orgasm before cum was merely spewing forth past his slit and drooling down the underbelly of his shaft.

Panting heavily as he looked down at his handiwork, he'd wipe a finger along his chin, licking the jizz off of it with a grin. "Mmm...n-nummy." He'd mumble to himself, resting against that urinal still as he sat in a puddle of his own piss. It was then he heard the sudden swish of the door going by, causing his eyes to open wide. Fuck! He was screwed! Sitting there, covered in his own piss and cum with his friend's jock strap lying next to him...there was no way he could hide or weasel out of this! His brain took much too long to process any of this, managing to stumble up onto his feet before seeing the intruder wandering around the corner of the lockers, his face as red as a beet.

"Shi-shit...u-uh, hey D-dad..."