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I could still hear the crowd cheering from upstairs. Luke had had an amazing match. As I walked down the hall, I could feel the moisture of the locker room. I passed a second hallway on my left. The whole team was lined up, waiting for their turns. Chuck was there making excuses for his loss. I continued down the hall to the locker room's back entrance.

The room was steamy. It smelled strongly of males and soap. I heard the shower running, and assumed it was Luke. I decided to check and maybe get a better look. There was a large, open shower with about twenty heads and a few private stalls over to the side. A "Team Shower" button on the wall appeared to control them all. Luke's ass was peeking out of a stall. I went over to peek. Luke was standing under the water, one hand over his massive chest and the other under his strong belly. His dick was soft and mostly retracted, its plump head still sticking out above his low, heavy balls. His eyes were closed, so I took the opportunity to appreciate it all. He turned to face the water again, exposing his ass. His entire body gently jiggled with each step. I felt my dick growing against my shorts. He was now rubbing water on himself with his hands. I could smell that he hadn't gotten to the soap yet. I rubbed my own torso, imagining that I was rubbing his. My dick grew harder as I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. For a second, I'd forgotten where I was. I opened my eyes again to see Luke staring at me, angry. "What the fuck are you doing?" he roared in his deep voice. "Luke! Hey, uhm we went to school together! I just wanted to congratulate you on the match!" I didn't sound convincing, even to myself. "It looks to me like you wanted to get fucked!" I was scared. I'd never had sex before, and I'd just seen what a powerful fucker Luke was. His dick was starting to grow. I took a defensive stance. He was on me in two powerful bounds. I couldn't help but notice how good he looked as his thick body bounced toward me. He pushed me off balance and grabbed my shirt collar. He hooked it on his horn and tore up with his head and down with his hands. I kneed him in the soft, warm stomach and he stumbled back. My knee grazed his dick, and it was rock hard. I ran past him into the large stall and hit the Team Shower button. All twenty heads sputtered to life. A soothing steam began pumping through grates on the wall. I felt around for the exit, but I'd gotten myself lost. My shirt laid in tatters at my sides, my belly and tits sticking out. The steam had relaxed my nipples to half-dollar size. I could only see my own exposed front and my bulge below. I felt real sexy, and my dick grew harder. I hid crouched against the wall, balancing my sense of fear and sexiness, hoping Luke wouldn't find me. I felt a poke in the side of my face. Luke's hard dick had found me. It was beautiful and terrifying, an obelisk of man meat with a bit of jizz at the tip. Looking up, I saw Luke's strong, chubby torso through the steam. He reached down and grabbed my shirt, pulling me up to his face. I was a bit taller than him, but he didn't seem to notice. He spit in my mouth. I wriggled free of the shirt and turned to run, but he grabbed the waistband of my gym shorts. I fell to my knees, and he pulled them down. I tried to crawl, but he pinned me quickly. This was how he won his match. With one hand holding down my shoulder, he straddled me with his dick against my crack. Then, he began to slap my ass. It felt so good under the hot showers, but I knew I needed to get out. He pulled my cheeks apart and spit. His dick started to press into my hole. I tried to push him off of me. My arms pressed against the floor, and I shot up. His dick plunged into me, but he lost his balance. It hurt more than I thought it would, but it also felt so good. He fell backwards. His dick slipped out of me, leaving me feeling surprisingly empty inside. I stood up and stepped out of my gym shorts. He struggled to get up. I took my defensive stance again. He mooed loudly and charged at me. I stepped aside, grabbed his back, and shoved him against the wall. I stood firmly behind him, still in my tennis shoes. His bare feet struggled and slipped on the wet floor. I grabbed his hands and pulled them above his head and held them against the wall with one hand. I felt a primal surge from deep within, some repressed instinct, fill my cock with more blood then it'd ever held. I slowly ran my paw down the front of his body as he struggled, from thick neck to supple peck to strong belly to fat ass. I growled over the showers, "You're wrong, bitch. I'm here to fuck you!" I slapped Luke's ass so hard, it turned purple. He yelled in pain. I spit in my paw and lubed up my dick. I grabbed a handful of ass cheek and pulled open his hole. I slid in, shoving past any resistance. It was tight, warm, and moist. I'd never felt anything like it. When he tried to break free, I pushed in more easily. The overwhelming sensation on my dick told me I wouldn't last long, at least without practice. I slowly and forcefully pulled out for my first thrust. He winced. I thrust. Luke's yell echoed through the shower. I covered my teeth with my lips and bit his shoulder. I started fucking as hard as I could, knowing I was close. I felt so powerful. He was trapped. I shot sting after string of cum into his fat, muscley ass, roaring loudly into his ear. I didn't slow down until after my orgasm stopped. Luke whimpered like a pup. The showers turned off, and I heard someone else. "What in the hell are you boys doing in here? And you, you aren't on the team!" It was the coach, a massive tiger and former fucking champion.