Locker Room
Andlat rubbed his crotch as he snuck into the locker room, glancing around. He was pretty sure that the room would be vacated, and sure enough, he was right. He sniffed the air, murring softly at the masculine pheromones in the air. He made his way to the receptacle that he knows lies somewhere in the room. He looked around, checking between each row of lockers, suddenly panicked that it might have already been taken.
"Where is it?" He muttered, feeling hope dying in his chest. "There!" He dashed over to the large laundry basket. It had been white once, but years of being used left stains. He looked into it and smiled. The smell rising out of it was one of the greatest in the world, as he gazed down at all the used jock straps and other used clothing. All of it was covered in male sweat.
With shaking paws, Andlat pulled his shirt off over his head. The one plus of being the son of a janitor was being able to access these rooms after practice. He folded the shirt, placing it on the bench nearby before beginning to undo his jeans with trembling fingers.
He allowed his jeans to fall to the floor and he stood there for a moment in just his panties. No one knew he wore panties and he especially kept this particular pair a secret as it was the frilliest pair he owned and powder blue to boot. His claw slipped under the waistband and he removed his panties, freeing his fully erect cock. He resisted the urge to stroke himself right then, already feeling completely aroused. Yet, he knew that there was something more delightful to come, so he limited himself to tickling his balls. He took a deep breath. The scent of the locker room seemed to fill him from head to toe. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure that there was no one coming and then, taking another breath, took his first step into the hamper.
He shivered with delight, feeling as though his footpaw could absorb all of the erotic energy coming from the hamper. He climbed all the way in, but simply stood there, murring as his cock ached and his mind begged him to lie down and get this over with. He slowly dropped down to his knees, smiling as the scent grew stronger in his snout. He had fantasized about this countless times, but the reality was far better than anything he could have imagined.
He absent-mindedly began to stroke his cock, but forced himself to stop. Part of the fun was denying himself pleasure just yet. Just when he thought he couldn't handle denying himself anymore, he lay down on the laundry and shoved his muzzle in.
He inhaled deeply and moaned as the pheromones washed over him. He grabbed some of the laundry and rubbed it all over his aching cock. The laundry muffled his sensual moans somewhat, but the murr still reverberated through the empty room, giving him slight pause. His libido took over again a moment later and he returned to stroking himself with a few jock straps.
Andlat moaned more loudly as his cock twitched. It would not be long before he burst and he had no plans to delay it, completely consumed by sexual pleasure. He rubbed the jock straps all over his crotch, his balls and cock loving the smooth material. He cried out as he exploded into the hamper, his cum flying all over the place within the space.
He lay there, panting slightly, his ears listening for anyone approaching to investigate the sound. No one was coming. He sighed in relief as he stayed there, catching his breath.
A few minutes later, he sat up and took a deep breath. He knew it was time to leave, but actually getting away from the wonderful fragrance proved more difficult. He sighed and forced himself out of the hamper and back onto the cold tile floor. He whimpered, tiptoeing along, his clothes in his paws as he sat on one of the polished wood benches. The wonderful scent still hung in the air and he inhaled deeply, wanting to keep it in his lungs forever.
He dressed quickly and sighed, taking one last sniff of the hamper. It had been fun, but now he had to return to the real world. At least until the next football practice.