I Spy
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I Spy
By Komatose © 2011
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Imagine clean, blue waters...calm, quiet surroundings, bright light from ahead illuminating all around...sounds like an ideal paradise, does it not? Well, if the thought of a warm beach in the Caribbean was in mind, a mistake has been made. This image is actually the indoor pool of a typical community college. Nothing fancy, just a nice sized, warm pool to wade and swim in. A single, half-asleep lifeguard examines the water to make sure no one is floating face down in it, which has never happened yet, but still, there is a job to do.
"Whew...I think that is enough for tonight..." Said a small voice from the side of a pool as a rather toned male otter looked down into the clean water he was just swimming around in. His webbed paws and his streamline body, not to mention his powerful tail gives him a natural advantage in the water, but the goggles help keep the chlorine out of his eyes, and the blue speedo just makes him eye candy.
Liam was just your basic student here at the college. Being a student majoring in marine biology, water was just something he naturally loved, being in it, drinking it, bathing in it, just anything with water made him giddy. His webbed paw tugged on the goggles around his neck as he looked up to the guard tower in the well lit pool room of the campus gymnasium...the lifeguard was almost asleep! Some guard he was...then again...it was past midnight. Through the large windows outside was pitch black with spotted lights of the campus grounds, the dormitories far off in the distance.
Padding over to his duffle bag near the hooks where others hang coats and on a busy day, more bags would be there, he grabbed his fluffy white towel from the blue gym bag and wrapped it around his toned, smooth body, holding both ends and rubbing it on his back to get the chemical treated water off of his creamy brown fur. Naturally, one had to dry off before heading back to the locker room, leaving the floors wet was a hazard and would really piss off the janitor.
Liam loved going to the gym at night, it was a perfect time for him since he did not have any morning classes, his first began at one and often he would be in until around five or seven, depending on what kind of lab he would have. The otter did not have to work, he could focus solely on school since his parents were able to afford to fund him through it all, lucky bastard! A lot of alumni were pretty jealous of him for that lone fact, but it was just his life and how it was!
Finally satisfied with how his fur was dry enough to make a trek from the pool to the locker room, he wrapped his towel around his waist and grabbed his bag, ready to get changed and ready to head back home. Though Liam was good looking, having a streamline body with strong legs and powerful thighs, toned arms and chest and a slight set of abs, he was still incredibly shy! He could not help but blush at the sign of anything embarrassing to him.
His whiskers twitched was he strolled barefoot down the linoleum floor of the hallway that led to the locker room. One thing he loved most about late night swimming was no one was there! He could shower if he wanted to and not worry about someone else being there to see him naked. Though the late night staff was almost always asleep, he never really noticed many others there at the late hours.
He carefully stepped inside of the locker room, listening, sniffing to see if anyone was there...nothing so far, silence. Strolling on inside, he saw the sinks and mirrors, the urinals and toilet stalls, and finally the three rows of lockers with benches between the rows for folk to sit when they changed.
"Hmm...I don't see anyone here..." He said to himself in a near whisper while he quietly padded over to his designated locker, his webbed fingers grasping the lock and dialing in the code to unlock and open the green and blue painted door. Taking one last quick look around, it seemed no one was there! He peeled off the damp towel and fold it, placing it on the shelf inside the locker, he would be sure to take it home and have it washed since it smelled like bleach. Liam surely wanted to shower, since it was best to use the water here and not at home and run the bill up, that his parents paid. In his locker was another towel, a sky blue one ready to be used, clean and still smelling of fabric softener. After placing his glossy soap bottle next to the towel and keeping them at his side, he looked around again and placed his paws on his speedo. He hoped no one would come in, and with a gulp, he dropped it, and stood out of it, his tight round rear, plump sheath and furry balls exposed for a moment while he quickly wrapped himself with his blue towel, sighing in relief. For some reason he always thought the locker room had cameras in it watching him...
Closing his locker and grasping his shampoo bottle, he smiled and started to head over to the shower room attached to the lockers with just wide open doorway, white tile wall and floor coating the entire nook. But then something different happened...the sound of running water started all of the sudden! The hiss of steamy water made him gasp and drop his soap bottle on his webbed foot paw, making him jump around and curse a bit as he realized someone was in the shower stalls! Damn it!
He was really red-faced now, and cranky to realize he would have to wait to shower now, since someone was in there already! He sighed to himself and started to turn around back to his locker...maybe he could just wait here? No, that would make him seem like a stalker? Maybe leave and just forget a shower? But the chlorine smell was already making him feel a bit nauseous...What a pickle!
Something different came to his mind...what if he were to...take a peek inside of the showers and see who was in there? He bit on his lower lip, it was so tempting...but what if he was seen? Who even WAS in there? Only one way to find out...the other sounded occupied with the shower as the water was clearly cascading on a body inside the slowly steaming room.
Creeping slowly, Liam came to the doorway that parted the two rooms, his body then clinging to the cold wall, back against it, tail rigid between his legs as he slowly turned his head around the corner to peer inside for just a peek...
Liam's eyes had never been bigger as he realized just who was inside of the shower...He quickly pulled back and gasped, his heart jumping in his chest. "T-that's...B-b-brad...the Trojan Horse..." Well, that was his nickname on the football team. Bradley was the biggest horse on campus, and one of the largest football players the team had. He was nine feet tall...rock solid with muscle from his powerful legs, deeply cut eight pack abs and swollen chest, his biceps had biceps they were so damn big and pumped...his neck was thicker than his damn head...the horse was built like a brick wall, which made him un-tackleable. He was a Percheron, huge and fading from near black at his hooves, grey all the way up his body until the white of his head, entire body speckled with dark black spots. One thing Liam also got to see was the massive sheath the stallion had, big, swollen, black balls hanging past halfway down his massive thighs, the sheath fat and clinging to his body, almost touching his navel at a rested state.
Liam was blushing madly thinking about that horse, he was Godly, sexy, hung, well, as most horses are, muscular and his voice...he only heard it once but it was so deep that the vibrations could probably give any male an erection and any female moist. Liam had no idea if the stallion was gay like he was, straight, or just plain bi, at least he could hope for that if anything else!
He was going for another look...so daring and bold of him! This was something he had to see...Brad again...one more look...
When he did, Brad was just standing under the water, his black and white striped mane, he added the black stripes since it was normally white, damp and hanging over his proud face and wide shoulders, his spade like ears sticking up from above. Liam could see his soaked tail, normally it was tied up but now it was free and hanging like a wet mop. He peeked at the sheath he had...it was like holding Campbell's Chunky soup can if he could have his paws on the leathery flesh.
"Oh my God..." He whispered to himself as he pulled his head back once more, his heart racing, his sheath swollen as his cock was already starting to poke out to say hello! Damn penis, it always came out at times when it was not supposed to...But this has never happened before, and with who he was seeing! Wait, did Brad know he was in the locker room? Did he hear him? If he did, then he knew someone was there? Those were just some questions swimming in Liam's mind...but then he did something preposterous, he went for another peek, the steamy room hid his head, but if he used both eyes, he would surely be noticed.
When his eye came back to the stallion, he was lathering sweet smelling soap all over his coarsely furred body...the muscles ripping under the flesh, the tightly packed muscles flexing as his arms moved, the veins bulging with the simple reach of his arm or flex of his chest or neck. The suds were gathering at the floor as he used his huge hands with thick, hoof-like nails to rub the soap into his torso. Liam's cock was half mast now, and growing as he bit his lower lip, whiskers twitching. Good thing Brad was turned with his side facing the entrance...but then he turned to face the shower head...and bent...lower...lower...his hands working his massive, dense thighs as his firm and solid ass cheeks were almost just shown had it not been for that tail in the way! But then, his tail gave a swish and Liam got an eyeful of that big, black pucker the stallion had, the sighed made him pull back around the corner and gasp to himself, his cock fully hard as he reached under his towel to grasp it...shit...what if someone came in and saw him? But then again...when does he get a chance like this? His penis was doing the thinking now as he stroked himself under the big blue towel.
"What am I doing..." He said as he was huffing and puffing, crimson in the cheeks and feeling so hot as he was sure Brad was rinsing off completely now...He stopped touching himself, wanting his cock to go back inside of its home so he could take a shower next...but he needed to peek again!
And what he saw really surprised him.
Brad had his huge hands around his slowly growing cock, snaking out of his leathery sheath as the flared glans was being tugged on be powerful fingers. Was he...masturbating? Suddenly, he reached for one of his large, black nipples, giving it a tugging twist and letting out a neigh as one of his heavy hooves stomped on the floor, making a cascade of bubbly water fly up and around. His large nostrils snorted as his thick tongue came out to lick his lips, the single hand on his dick making it grow fast...horses were really growers, that was for sure. Liam's knees shook, his body trembled, his eye wide and watching that horse's dick grow as a heavy hand rolled over the black and pink spotted flesh, from base to hood, growing, stiffening...the smells of sex mingled with the steam as Liam could sniff the smell of masculine precum tickling his nose.
Liam pulled back again, panting as his cock was still solid and his webbed paw under his towel jacking himself off...it was like he could not resist it! Like the horse's aura was making him do it...that sexual presence he had...
Going in again, Brad's dick was fully hard...Liam had no idea how long it was in numbers but the damn thing was almost to his nipples if the stallion lined it between his solid abs and mountainous pecs. It looked like he could just barely wrap one of his own hands around it, but Liam needed two, it was about as thick as a soda bottle, maybe thicker! Liam could see the fat median ring on that pole of flesh, the horse stopped to grope and rub over that median ring a few times, making himself groan out deeply as he did so. The otter had such a perfect view of it all, Brad was standing with his side facing the door the entire time, allowing his eyes to get a full view of that huge and gorgeous body and massive, at least three foot long penis the Percheron had. Brad always came back to the flared head, pinching the flared flesh of his glans to make himself moan again and again, sometimes even rolling a finger to the inside of the flare to pinch and tease his own protruding urethra.
The horse had two hands on his shaft, slowly rolling up and down from flared head to base, nickering and snorting as he did so, his heavy, wide hips giving a good thrust each time his hands came to the flare. Liam's eyes were feeling dry and burning, he was forgetting to blink as he was watching, his lower lip bitten down on and one paw stroking himself off furiously, making quite the pre spot on his blue towel as he churred under his breath, not wanting it to be too loud.
Brad was getting loud, though! Stomping hooves, grunting, snorting, it was like he wanted to be seen and have someone watch him! He was in a PUBLIC shower, anyone could walk right in and see him jacking off his massive flared cock right there, then what would happen? Would he get all red in the face and giggle? No, he would probably keep going and depending on who walked in, someone would get really disturbed or...Get to play with the horsie...Oh God...Liam almost fell to his knees thinking about that while he stroked his own modest seven inches off under his towel, grunting softy as his whiskers trembled.
What if he did go in, would the stallion breed him so deep he would not be able to stand again? He was a virgin! Only eighteen and a freshman and Brad was...well, he did not know how old he was, but he knew his name! Oh God, he had to keep looking...He could actually see the precum fly from the horse's cock and land on the floor wetly, almost like the splashing of the water that cascaded over him. Liam was biting down on his lower lip a bit too hard, he was watching that stallion...the horse was snorting...reaching for a nipple, pinching it, sowing his teeth, his ears splayed...the flared hood of his dick seemed to expand as he was flaring, that meant he was close! His huge hand stopped at the flared hood of his dick, thick fingers finding that exposed, protruding equine urethra, pinching it, tugging, teasing it as he made some very loud snorts and groans, the floor was almost vibrating from the sounds.
Liam felt his balls begin to tingle now, he was about to blow! But not just him...as he watched, Brad rolled his hips, his hands moving to grasp his dick just under the hood...his head leaning back, massive pecs puffing out, abs rippling, his biceps swelling to beyond the size of a basketball...more like three! His veins bulged out on his cock, his balls tugged close to his sheath, and finally...an eruption occurred as thick, white, and powerful as if someone had smashed a extra large tube of toothpaste with a mallet, and that was just the first blow! Liam watched as rope after rope of horse jizz fired all over the tiled floor, walls, and even the horse himself, it was like it had no end! Brad's face was red, his flat teeth gritted, his body tense as Liam counted at least twenty thick and powerful strands shooting from that cock before it came to a trickle, the stud massaging his cock behind the flared head as he huffed and panted nosily under the running water.
Liam pulled back again...and he pulled his paw out from under the towel to see he unloaded as well, blushing madly as he realized what he had done, making such a mess under his towel as he frantically went to wipe off the seed smeared in the webbed folds of his paw.
In a panicked rush, he ran over to his locker and hid out there, his heart racing, his face flushed...but he heard the water stop and a soft, content chuckle from the shower room, echoing into the locker room as the hefty falls of hooves rang out against tiled floor. Liam did not see the horse, he must have gone to another row of lockers to get to his...and the otter took the moment to rush into the shower room, slipping past the wall, his soap in paw as he hid inside and panted...he could smell the semen, it was so strong! He looked back and crept over to where the horse was showering...he didn't even clean up! It was still all over the wall and running down to the floor...
Liam wanted to taste it, but who knows what the horse had, if he was clean or not, he might get some herpes if he was foolish! Damn, that cum was thick and potent, like frosting splattered onto the wall and the deep smell was making his nose almost hurt being so close to it.
He hid there until the horse left...but...he didn't...in fact, he heard the hooves! He saw his shadow, the nine foot tall and just as wide shadow looming back over to come to the locker room! Fuck! He was busted! He was going to be seen! Liam had no where to go, just stand there with his towel around his waist in the shower stall that was just used moments ago as the titanic horse walked in...face the shower head where he was and stoped, seeing the otter and looking down to him. He was still nude, his cock limply swaying between his legs as he strolled over, balls shifting side to side, muscular abs tensing up, his thighs flexing and bulging out, the massive calf muscles swollen above his huge hooves meant for stomping a little fag otter like himself! He was dead! He closed his eyes but he felt nothing as the horse stopped before him...and reached for his soap bottle he left on a shelf beside the nozzle. He did not want to leave his favorite equine soap, it made his coat shine like no other. Liam opened one eye and looked up...he met the green eye of the horse with a smirk on his face, seeing him close up...his tuft of chin hair...his strong jaw and cheeks bones...his damp mane draped over his broad shoulders...Liam blushed a deep red.
"Big mess, huh?"
Was all Brad said with his booming voice as he walked away, his firm, large ass flexing with each step as he made his way back out and left the shower room once more...Liam was frozen in shock and fear...did that mean...he knew he was there? Oh God...He felt faint as he leaned against the wall and need to take a deep breath or two...
Little did the otter know after he finally showered and came back to his locker, fresh and clean...he found a scrap of paper with a phone number on it...the name Brad written above it in rather clear, sharp handwriting. Needless to say, Liam was going to stick with his late night routine.