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Jules pulled himself out of the pool, water dripping down his lean but muscular form. The white mouse was clad in just a muted red speedo, and his hips swayed as he walked out and away from the pool towards the men's locker room. The pool itself was modern; a glass sunroof which allowed ample light into the pool room, and the sterile, white concrete looked fresh and new.

Happy that his date last night went so well with Maximus, Jules was even more flabbergasted that the bull had allowed him to be a guest for the day. Jules was just happy that he had expressed his love for cardio and swimming so enthusiastically to Maximus that the bull kinda took him under his wing.

"Hey, I'm done swimming. I appreciate you holding onto my key," Jules said politely to the lifeguard who sat in his stand. He had the stereotypical red inflatable across his lap and red swimtrunks. A bright, silver whistle hung around his neck. The kangaroo gave Jules a smile and reached down into the cupholder to grab a small key with an orange cap right before the brass teeth of it started.

"Not a problem. Glad I could help! " the roo said as he handed over the key to the mouse's outstretched palm. Jules gave the lifeguard a friendly smile and then a wave before continuing on his way to the lockeroom.

As the mouse walked over to where his towel hung on little grey hooks just outside the locker room, Jules looked over at the clock that was hung towards the end of the pool. It was going on 6pm, which meant that Maximus was finishing up with his rugby practice, and their after-workout date was still on.

If Jules was a dog, his pink tail would be wagging at the moment. The rugby jock was so dreamy and handsome. The two had really hit it off about a month ago, and even though they were only a couple of dates in, they were already head over heels for each other. Even though Maximus was a big, muscled bull, he also shared a lot of similar interests with Jules. The two enjoyed hikes, had the same love language, and their bedroom sheets at each of their apartments constantly needed to be changed because they were either sweating in them as they cuddled, or they were banging in them.

Jules gave a wistful sigh as he put his towel over his neck and walked into the locker room. It was practically empty. Maximus did explain that the gym was more private and still up and coming, so patrons were few and far between. The bull had known the owner, so arrangements for his own personal membership was smooth.

The private shower areas were immediately on either side of the mouse. When walking into the locker room, the walkways to get to the actual shower heads provided some much needed privacy for the ones who were particularly shy about their bodies and gave Jules some naughty thoughts about sneaking away with Maximus at one point to sample the hot water and some bull meat at the same time.

"God, I am such a horndog after workouts..." Jules thought to himself. He continued walking down into the locker room until he finally made it to the actual lockers themselves. The lockers weren't anything too spectacular. They were a matte grey color with a nice, pleasant white trim.

Making his way to his assigned locker for the day, Jules used his key, and it opened easily without any creaking or the door hinge catching on something mysterious. A small, red backpack was placed right up against the wall of the locker, and the mouse opened it to grab his shampoo and body wash. It was his personal favorite; a shampoo with a lemon zest and the body wash to compliment it. Maximus liked it too. He said it made him smell like lemon meringue.

Right as the thought of stripping down and lathering up crossed his mind, a booming, recognizable voice came right into the mouse's ears.

"...ha yeah, I'll see you guys tomorrow! Got a date tonight with my boyfriend, so I can't go out tonight, but maybe next time!"

Immediately, a bull about twice the size of Jules comes into the locker room. Brown fur covered his arms and legs while his neck and above was a dark charcoal black color. He had huge, streotypical bull horns that curved slightly upward on his head and the right-most one had an intricate tribal ink pattern that streaked up the middle of the horn and ended at the tip. He had an intense gaze which fell right on Jules, but it lightened up immediately into a soft, warm smile. His nose ring wobbled as he gave a snort, the gold reflecting in the artificial light.

He wore a simple rugby jersey and tight rugby shorts. Maximus was already taking off his cleats so he would not scuff up the locker room floor, revealing he was in dark blue knee high socks. "Hey, your first day using the gym go well?"

He walked forward and gave Jules a casual kiss on the lips before walking right beside Jules, and the mouse's eyes followed him around as he made his way to the locker directly adjacent to his. It was shear, dumb luck that Jules received a locker right by Maximus's, but part of Jules wondered if the gym knew about their intimate relationship.

"Yeah, it went really well. I like the pool, and the people seem nice and..."

"You like the 50% discount you get if you cosign with me?"

"Heh, yeah. I like that part, too."

"You are cute when you beat around the bush," Maximus said, sticking his tongue out as he opened up his locker and started to strip. The act of removing clothes was as casual as the kiss. He pulled off his sweaty rugby shirt and placed it over to the side and then removed the socks to put them on the bench. Jules could smell the mixture of musk, sweat, and grass from a bit away. It was a delightful mixture of masculine smells, and Jules's head spun a bit. Maximus snapped his fingers in front of the mouse, and Jules jumped.

"You are spacing again, handsome," Maximus said with a chuckle as he stripped out of his shorts and his jock. The shorts were not anything special, but the jock had a bright yellow pouch with a dark black waistband. It was fashionable, and one that Jules had fashioned for the bull when he was in a mood. To Jules, owning sewing equipment and wanting to run a fashion boutique store had its benefits, and it was to supply Maximus with form-fitting underwear.

"Oh...just flattered you are wearing my underwear," Jules said with a small white lie as he gave a blush and reached into his locker. He wished he could have gotten a snapshot of Maximus's bulge in his jock, but that would have to wait. His eyes kept glancing over to the pile of musky clothes, the practical gold mine of manly scents singing him a siren song. He even missed Maximus's low-hanging, orange-sized balls, and 8 inch flaccid cock hanging just within reach and groping distance.

"Mmmm hmm," Maximus said with a tone of disbelief. "Anyway, I'm going to shower. Want to join me? No cameras..."

Giving a mischievous grin, Maximus gripped Jules's perky ass and squeezed. The mouse squealed, and the bull rumbled pleasantly. Jules gave a fake glare, and Maximus simply snickered. "See you in a little bit, stud."

The blush across Jules face got wider, and he went back to gathering his soap and shampoo. When he turned to give a retort, the bull was already gone, and his footfalls were echoing down the locker room floor.

"What a force of nature..." Jules mumbled to himself before taking an idle glance back at the pile of sweaty workout clothes. Maybe he could take a whiff of one just real quick? A nice fix to tide him over in the shower and get him in the mood? Yeah, that would be fine. It's not like he would get caught...

As quietly as he could, Jules put his soaps right on the bench nearby and searched for his handmade jockstrap. He clutched the pouch in his hands and felt the silky material. It was so smooth to the touch and must have gently cupped and raised Maximus's pouch just right. He patted himself on the back. He could already smell the strong musk coming from it, and he moved the pouch right up to his muzzle.

Flopping it over his nose, he inhaled. A rush of pheromones, musk, and sweat flew up his nose and right to the primal part of his brain. In between the mouse's own legs, his dick throbbed in his speedo and leaked profusely into the pouch. He continued to sniff, grabbing the leg straps of the jock and pulling them to pull the underwear even closer to his nose and inhaled even more. He swore he could smell a bit of pre in the mix, and Jules eyes fluttered. What if the bull leaked while working out? He could only guess that would have been the case.

"Hey, I forgot shampoo, and..."

Jules was frozen in place, the evidence right on his nose as a naked, wet, and only somewhat surprised Maximus just stared back at him. The surprise quickly morphed into a grin, and Maximus's cock reacted, slowly beginning to get hard. The foreskin around the flaccid 8 inches slowly started to roll back bit by bit, and Maximus practically sauntered forward.

"So, I was wondering why you took so long," Maximus said in the suave, natural tone of voice. But there was something else behind it. Maybe it was a growl? Whatever it was, Jules felt it tingle down his spine and did not even protest when Maximus hooked a thumb in Jules's speedo and gave them a playful tug.

"Take these off, and get more comfortable. Keep that jock around your muzzle, pervert."

Maximus emphasized the last word, making Jules ears fold down as the bull walked over to his locker to grab the shampoo he was looking for. He wiggled it in his hands and chuckled.

"Not going to need this until afterwards. Seems my musk hound of a boyfriend needs to get his fix..."

Placing it next to Jules's lemon meringue shampoo, he then went back into his locker. The bull's tail flicked excitedly as he rummaged through it until with a click of his tongue, he pulled out something round and silver. It gleamed just as much as the nose ring looped in his nose, and he held it like one would hold a coin; pinched between his thumb and index finger.

"Was going to save this during the shower, because I knew I could sneak away while you soaped yourself up in those fancy shampoos and conditioners of yours, but this seems like a good time. Put your hand out."

Jules did as he was told, bringing out both his hands and keeping the jock on his muzzle.

"Uh uh...one hand. The other one should have been on the jock," Maximus scolded with a chuckle before using his own hand to grip the jock around Jules's muzzle and placed the cock ring in Jules's open palm.

"Put it on," Maximus commanded.

Jules slipped the metal ring down to the base of Maximus's cock, the engorged member now looking even harder and more intimidating with the cool metal bringing it outward. There would be no way Jules would be getting the two huge balls through the metal, and it seemed that Maximus was satisfied just getting the ring down to the base.

"Good boy," he said with a smile before loosening his grip on the jockstrap and pulling it away. Jules's face was one of ecstasy, his cock in his swimwear leaking profusely and dripping downward onto Maximus's leg, and the bull snickered.

"Awww, seems someone is pent up," he cooed as he took his thumb and pushed it right up against Jules's mouth. The mouse took it and sucked on it intimately before the bull popped it out.

Without warning, Maximus lifted up his right arm and shoved the mouse straight into his armpit. Jules was flabbergasted as his head was shoved roughly into Maximus's open pit, but he immediately relaxed in his new predicament. The musk was much stronger coming from the bull's pits, and it smelled like a combination of man, musk, and a hint of shower water.

"You like that, hun?" Maximus asked with a smile as he saw Jules nod weakly. He placed a hand right on the back of the mouse's head and gently encouraged him deeper in. The mouse's erection was right up against his leg, and the bull allowed him to gently hump against his tight thigh muscle.

"Oh yeah, don't be afraid to sniff," Maximus said. "I don't think we have ever done this before, but I am always open to try new things..."

Jules gave another muffled "mmmmmffff" right into Maximus's arm, and the bull smiled. The smells were starting to go straight down to Jules's cock, and the fact that his lover was being so dominant to him was a major turn-on. It was like he had no control over the situation and was just in for whatever Maximus had planned for him.

The mouse was starting to hump harder against Maximus's leg, and the bull snorted. He reached down to gently grope Jules's cock in his speedo. The squelching from the precum pressing right up against the shaft was music to the dom's ears, and he pulled his hand away.

"If you want to cum, you will cum by humping my leg, and not by your hand or mine," Maximus whispered right into the mouse's ear, which only further spurred him on.

Pulling away from Maximus's pit for just a moment, Jules croaked out, "Yes sir."

"Good boy. Back at it."

Jules went back in obediently.

"Next, you'll work my cock, and then I'll fuck you so damn hard against these lockers."

Jules blushed hotly, his cheeks turning a deep crimson red color. If someone were to walk in, they would immediately see the two in their debauchery, and that just simply turned on Jules even more. Part of him wanted to get caught and then punished even further, but he did not want their fun to ever end.

What he didn't anticipate was the tingle that was previously running down his spine to turn into a white hot fire that streamlined right to his member. His cock throbbed once, twice, and then before he could even moan out a warning, the musk from Maximus sent him right over the edge, and he flooded his speedo with fresh, warm cum. Seven hard, thick pumps. Each one made Jules quiver and whimper. His legs shook as his strength slowly started to get drained.

"Whoa there! Fuuuuck...." Maximus said with a smile as he watched his lover spasm in his pit. "Damn....I honestly didn't think you would cum.."

The jizz covered Jules cock, coating it in a slick goop while some of it shot out of the pouch of the speedo and all over the locker room and Maximus's leg. The bull used his thigh to slightly coax out a couple more shots, and Jules nearly collapsed onto the tiled floor.

The bull caught him before he fell, holding him by his pits and easily bringing him upward as if he was nothing more than a sack of flour. Jules was a hot, panting mess. His mind was a thick fog of sexual thoughts, and his nose still reeked of Maximus's musk. He glanced up at the bull through half-lidded eyes, and his cock was still hard in the speedo.

"Let me help you out of those, love."

Easily maneuvering the mouse out of the speedo, the bull threw them away, and they hit the locker room floor with a thick plop of cum and pool water. Maximus chuckled, gripping the mouse's erection and slowly starting to stroke it back to life.

"You still got a lot of fight in you."

"It's because you know how to get me going," Jules shot back playfully through his pants. Maximus took the reply as a challenge, and he had a look any rugby player had before going into a ruck; pure determination.

"Oh, yeah? Well, let's see how much your sack has left in it. Are you ready to get a main course of tube steak?"

"You are a dork," Jules said with a grin. "But yeah, I'm ready for dinner."

"Says the guy who was sniffing my jock like he was a nerd looking for a good time."

"Touche."

"How about a sample of your own sauce?" Maximus asked innocently before he placed Jules down on his lap.

Jules was a little confused until Maximus took his fingers and brought them through a large pool of the mouse's offering. His fingers now freshly coated, he placed them in his mouth and then repeated the process until he had a good helping. Jules looked at Maximus's throat and noticed he did not swallow.

"Uhhh, I thought you asked me for the sample?"

Maximus simply grinned, bringing the mouse forward and giving him a kiss on the lips. This one was not so casual but full of passion and a tongue slipped right into the mouse's own. The two battled for dominance, their tongues licking against one another, and that's when Jules's own mouth was flooded with his own cum.

Jules drank it down hungrily, savoring the salty but savory taste, and Maximus pulled away quickly when he noticed his lover's Adam's apple was starting to bob. A small amount of cum spittle connected their muzzles together, and he wrapped a hand around Jules's muzzle, much like he did when the mouse had Maximus's jock around his nose.

"Now you got your taste. Swallow."

Jules did as he was told once again.

Down it went until there was nothing left. Each gulp made Maximus's cock throb eagerly, and he wondered just how good Jules would feel deepthroating him. It wouldn't be long, in fact. When Jules finally had stopped, Maximus let go of the mouse's muzzle and gave him another passionate kiss on the lips.

"Mmmm, how did you taste?" Maximus teased and gently placed Jules between his legs. The mouse nuzzled up against the bull's massive balls and looked up the snow white chest fur to see the bull smirked down at him.

"Not half bad. Needs some salt," Jules joked with a smile and took one of Maximus's balls into his muzzle. The bull mooed softly, rubbing the back of Jules's head and coaxing him to continue to lather his balls with his tongue.

The bull's cock flopped over Jules's face, the musk from Maximus's pits still lingering on his cheeks and by his nose but now replaced with something unique. There was something about the smell of cock in particular that was distinct yet refined. Jules felt like the most perverted connoisseur that walked planet Earth; a cock taster.

The silver cock ring itself had added to the effect. It's cool metal was right up on the mouse's forehead and reminded him of his place. Jules continued to lick across the massive balls, his mouth barely able to fit around the huge orbs, and he was spurred on by the hand that kept him in place.

"Lick them all up, stud. They are all yours," Maximus cooed as he used his thumb to rub the top of Jules's head lovingly. The mouse was in a trance, his tongue working across the orbs like he belonged there. His tongue started to move up along Maximus's shaft, and the bull huffed when Jules's tongue trailed around the erect and turgid cock head.

"Seems you want some sausage," Maximus chuckled lewdly and moved his hand to Jules's cheek to stroke it gently. "Eat up. You need your protein after a hard workout."

The mouse squeaked happily, his mouth engulfing the bull's offering, and he descended right down the shaft. Maximus groaned, his uncut cock being surrounded by warmth and a velvet tightness that was unlike any other. Maximus groaned, shifting his body weight, and he thrusted forward lightly. Jules gagged, his mouth and throat filling with meat in almost an instant, and Maximus backed off for a moment to let the mouse adjust.

"Awwww....did I push too hard?" Maximus teased, and Jules looked up at the bull with a mischievous look in his eyes. The bull gulped and mooed out when Jules engulfed his whole cock in one swift gulp.

All ten inches were right down inside of Jules instantly, and the mouse had never felt so pushed to his limit. Maximus's massive, spit-covered balls were right up against his snout, and the mouse grinned at his lover's expression. Maximus was nearly speechless, but his body told the whole story.

Beginning to bob his head on the thick bull cock, Jules continued to pleasure his boyfriend. Up and down his muzzle went, and Maximus was just along for the ride.

"Glurk...ghhh....mmmmfff..."

Maximus had his index finger and thumb on one of his nipples while he stared down at his boyfriend and watched him enjoy what he had to offer. Each sloppy hilt would send electric shocks down Maximus's spine, and he found himself losing his composure. While he was pinching his nipple, his cock would throb with each squeeze of the sensitive nub.

"Fuck, babe. I'm not going to last long," Maximus moaned out breathily. Each squelch of Jules's mouth down his cock was only adding to the bull's pleasure he was getting from the mouse, and the massive beast of a man groaned.

That was when Jules had a devilish idea.

The mouse immediately pulled off of Maximus's cock and lightly grabbed Maximus's foreskin. The bull's eyes went wide as the mouse gave it a sharp tug. The mixture of pleasure and just a pinch of pain was enough for Maximus, and the bull mooed out loudly. The rumble was enough to shake the walls of the locker room, and Jules was rewarded for his efforts with nine large, thick, and warm shots of spunk right into his face.

It rolled down his cheeks and over his chest. The thick fluid covered his lean body, and he was practically bathed in Maximus's cum. Several shots went into his open mouth, and Jules coaxed the load out of the quivering bull, making sure to get each drop at least somewhere on his body. With each shot, Maximus's balls hopped upward again and again, painting Jules's body in the slick climax.

When it was all said and done, Jules was kneeling on the locker room floor and reeking of Maximus's musk and cum, and the bull was a panting mess. He still had his thumb and index finger around his nipple and was lightly tweaking it. His balls still jumped a bit with each twist, and cum rolled down his shaft and onto the floor.

Jules was the first to speak between the two of them. Through his panting, he looked up at Maximus and gave a smirk. "Just couldn't hold back, huh? That foreskin trick gets you every time."

Maximus snorted, getting up off of the bench. His cock wobbled between his legs and flung cum onto the floor in short strings. The bull had a determined look in his eyes, and he wrapped both his thick arms around Jules and hoisted him upward. The mouse squealed as he was pulled up like a sack of flour until his muzzle was right up against the bull's. Maximus was smirking from ear to ear at Jules's shocked look.

"It does, but you remember my heritage, right?"

Jules nodded, a blush crossing his cheeks. "Breeding bull."

"That's right," Maximus replied cockily. "And I am going to make sure that you don't forget it."

The emphasis that Maximus put on the last part sent an electric shiver right down Jules spine. The cum that was still wet on his fur reminded him of Maximus's heritage; the bull did not even have to say it, but it seemed Maximus wanted to remind Jules of it as much as he could.

Although Jules had practically milked everything out of Maximus, the bull was still so very hard, and it was right up against the mouse's hole. It throbbed and pulsed, cum still trailing down the shaft, and Jules could feel the slickness of the cum against his exposed hole.

"Maximus..." Jules moaned out as he felt the tip of the bull's thick cock push into him. The bull leaned forward, allowing the mouse to wrap his arms and legs around his huge form. Placing his head on Maximus's left shoulder, the mouse's eyes rolled back as another inch was pushed into him, then another.

The dominant bull smirked, watching Jules's expression with growing interest. "Yeah...I knew exactly what you needed when I found your nose in my jockstrap."

"Yes sir," Jules groaned out without any prompt to say so. Jules's tail flicked before it wrapped around Maximus's leg and squeezed possessively. Maximus continued to push in and more of his girthy shaft continued to disappear inside of Jules until finally the beast bottomed out.

"That's a good boy," Maximus said and kissed the mouse on the cheek, his balls flush right against Jules and made sure the rodent had nowhere else to go. He wrapped his arms around the lithe body, and Jules was nearly completely enveloped by bull muscle. The musk coming off of Maximus was a combination of his own and Jules's, mixing together into a cacophony of sexual scents. Cum, sweat, and man mixed together in wonderful synchronization, and Jules drank deep from its cup.

When the bull started to slowly thrust into Jules, the mouse could do nothing but hold on for dear life. His body was suspended in air, and the only thing keeping him from falling to the floor was Maximus's large arms. The way that Maximus was angled was enough to hit Jules's prostate, and the mouse was caught breathless as his cock robbed against the bull's abs and chest.

Maximus chuckled, watching his lover bounce on his hips with his blissful expression. "You look so zonked out on my cock right now."

Jules simply nodded, having to suck up a bit of drool back into his mouth, which only made Maximus give a booming laugh.

"Awwww, poor mouse. Gonna breed you nice and deep now, so hold on..."

Jules trembled as Maximus pulled all the way out before slamming him back down on his cock. The sound of hips on ass was loud and reverberated against the lockers. Balls touched ass for just a split second before Maximus pulled his hips backwards and repeated the motion, but this time with more force.

"Oooooofffff....fuck," Jules whispered and gripped onto Maximus's fur. Each thrust practically made his jaw rattle, and Jules started to dig his nails into the bull's wide back. Each thrust was starting to make it seem like his body was on fire. Each time, Maximus would hit his spot again and again, pummeling him with his hips and smothering him with his body.

It was everything Jules wanted. He was finding it hard to keep his eyes focused, which switched from looking down at his own hard cock to staring straight ahead at the lockers and concentrating on the pleasure he was feeling. His focus was shattered, however, when Maximus had forced him up against the locker and balanced the mouse against them.

Jules groaned out, letting his muscles relax as the wall kept him upright and Maximus did all the work. The sweat that started to form on Maximus was mixing with Jules own, and the bull started to grunt and moan. The pants that came from Maximus's muzzle were hotter than before, and he was starting to flex.

"God, Jules. I'm going to cum in you! You want my load?" Maximus grunted as he started to slow down his thrusts but not the intensity. Jules yelled out, the movements from his lover becoming long and deep. He was going to pump his load as deep as it could go and make sure that the breeding job was professional.

"Yes! Please give it to me, Maximus!" Jules yelled out as his own cock spasmed. The words were enough for the mouse. His member jumped between Maximus's hard body, and the friction was enough to finish him. Jules groaned out, and he came, his load splattering across the bull's chest and abs.

Giving a low moo of approval, Maximus thrusted hard three times, which made Jules squeak out until finally, with one triumphant grunt, he blew his load inside of his lover. Shot after shot of thick, heavy cream filled his boyfriend to the brim, and Maximus stepped away and pulled out of Jules. The splatter of cum onto the floor was immediate, and it streaked the concrete in white.

The mouse had no clue what the bull had in mind as he was lowered quickly to the floor and his body slumped against the lockers. Jules's hole pulsed, the first part of the bull's generous load leaking out of him, and Jules leaned against the locker a hot, panting, and cum-covered mess.

"Look at me."

The command was simple and to the point. Jules's eyes glanced over to center Maximus in his vision. His huge cock was right in front Jules's face, and the mouse could only close his eyes as the rest of Maximus's load was blown all over him. Three thick streams of jizz hit his face, and Maximus angled the rest of his shots to cover Jules's abs and cock. The mouse licked his lips, tasting Maximus on his tongue, and finally, after twelve full shots of cum, Maximus was finished.

"Whew...open your mouth."

Jules obeyed once again.

Using his thumb to pull Jules's chin downward a bit, Maximus then spat in the mouse's open mouth, and Jules swallowed it.

"You like that?" Maximus asked with a deep, dominant tone to his voice.

"Yes sir," Jules replied.

"Mmm, such a good boy."

Maximus then sat on the locker room floor by Jules, wrapping an arm around the mouse and pulling him close. The fact they didn't get caught was a miracle, but both of them were too satisfied to care. The only thing on either of their minds was each other, and Jules nuzzled right into Maximus's neck.

"We need to do that again," Jules said through tired pants.

Maximus chuckled, kissing Jules on the lips. Their tongues intertwined, battling one another in one another's muzzles, and the mouse could not be happier. He could check fucking in a locker room off his bucket list.

When he pulled away from Maximus, Jules blushed. Before the mouse could say something, Maximus smiled warmly and said, "Hey, if I ever go too hard, please make sure to tell me."

"Yeah, I'll tell you. I promise."

Maximus nodded and kissed Jules's cheek. "Thank you, stud. How about we take that shower now, and we can head back to your place? I can pay for dinner. Least I can do."

"Heh, alright. Make sure to grab your shampoo this time."

Juels winked at Maximus, getting up off the locker room floor and offering a hand to his boyfriend. The bull took it.

"I'll be sure to grab it this time, but you can bet your ass that I will forget it next time too, if it means I get to find you sniffing my jock again."

Jules chuckled and led his boyfriend towards the showers, excited about the night of fun and revelry that they had planned.