Locker Room Fantasies

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This one sat around as a work-in-progress for way too long--and I mean WAY too long. The original draft of this has the distinction of being only the second adult story I'd finished up to that point, technically making this my earliest work published in the furry fandom. Returning to that rough draft months later revealed just how rough it actually was. Now, after more than a couple rounds of polishing, I think this one is finally ready to fly free above the wilds of the net.

Without further ado, please enjoy this tale of a young buck and his deliciously dirty imagination.

  • Revised text uploaded on 12/05/16. -

Celden groaned as he stretched to slip the loose-fitting pajama top over his head. Nearly two straight hours of homework had left his brain fried inside his aching head, and the casserole his mother made for dinner sat in his stomach like a lead brick. He knew he shouldn't have gulped it down so fast, but he'd been pressed for time; his favorite show only aired once a week, and it just happened to be the same night before the math test was due. Just his lousy luck. The young deer rubbed his eyes and plopped down on his bed with a worn out sigh. At least the evening's to-do list was complete, leaving him free to crawl under the covers and enjoy some well-deserved rest. His bedside lamp went out with a click, leaving the room dark and quiet.

Time passed, the minutes marching to the steady beat of Celden's heart. Where the boy expected the chill of the night to help lull him to sleep, the warmth of the late spring afternoon lingered in his room long enough to absorb into his body. He sat up in bed and grabbed the blanket draped over the comforter, pulling it up into a ball before tossing it to the floor. He flipped his pillow over and nuzzled his face against the cool softness.

More time passed. Celden assured himself that he was ready for sleep, but the itch that ran through his extremities disagreed. Whether it was the stress of the day playing his nerves like guitar strings or the thought of the forty algebra problems waiting for him the next day, something blocked his escape route to dreamland. Celden tried to calm his mind by thinking of anything he could except how badly he wanted to sleep. He recalled the highlight events of the previous week--the trip to the mall for new clothes, beating the final boss in Comet Coyote II, and of course the history test he'd managed to pass without studying. The gods of pop quizzes had surely smiled on him that day.

As Celden's thoughts strolled further down memory lane, they reunited him with his friends on the baseball team. There they were at the last game, where their team had won by a single run. He remembered the excitement in the locker room after their victory, all the shouting and laughing and playing as they celebrated the way rowdy cubs do.

Celden rolled over as his thoughts lingered in that locker room. His imagination grew more vivid, the blurry images becoming more sharply focused the longer he concentrated. He saw his friends--Ben and Thomas and Shaedin, all standing under hot running water wearing nothing but smiles as they talked, giggled, and occasionally touched. A quick slap on a wet rear, a little tug on a dangling pecker... It was all innocent fun, of course. Still, some of the cubs obviously enjoyed the horseplay more than others. Celden was all but certain he enjoyed it more than most.

The bed frame creaked as the body above it tossed and turned. Several minutes passed before Celden sat up in his bed with a grunt, finally admitting to himself that he wasn't going to doze off as long as that itch twisted through him. It was alright; sometimes this happened. He just needed to take care of something, then he'd be free to sleep.

A pair of cloven hooves swung out over the side of the bed as the covers above were thrown back, exposing fuzzy legs stretching out from a pair of white briefs. Had it been lighter, Celden would've seen the quarter-sized dark spot crowning the lump in the crotch of his underwear. As it was, he could only feel the thin fabric tenting in his lap. He gave the tent a long, investigating rub, then hooked a finger under the elastic waistband and yanked it down. His bulging cock sprang free and twitched in time with his pulse in the open air of his bedroom. Another finger swirled across the moist glands, producing a fantastic contact spark that ran down Celden's erection and up through his body to plant a wet kiss on his brain. His free hand grabbed the base of his shaft and gave it a prolonged squeeze, the pressure forcing a bead of clear liquid from the tip that hung in place a moment before spilling down the front of the bulbous head to land on the hand that had milked it out. Celden leaned back and exhaled sharply. "This won't take long," he whispered to the empty darkness.

With more than slight reluctance, the randy buck pulled the ring of elastic up until the circle of damp fabric capped the end of his prick. He bounced his butt off the mattress and made it to his hooves in a hop. He licked his lips. Damn, it really was warm that night. As Celden carefully inched his door open, he welcomed the cooler air that slipped in from the hallway. He'd lucked out--no band of light illuminated the crack under his parents' bedroom door at the end of the hall. They typically went to bed about the same time as him and had no doubt gotten plenty of time to fall asleep while he'd been lying in bed with his dirty thoughts.

Celden crept down the hall and into the guest bathroom as quietly as he could. A flick of a switch brought bright light flooding into his vision. He shut his eyes in a wince until they adjusted enough that he could peer through long lashes to see his surroundings. The boy closed the door behind him and turned the lock, then flipped a second switch that replaced silence with the low hum of a fan. He figured anyone who might happen to venture out into the house and find him in the bathroom would think he was using it for something else.

Celden didn't waste another moment. Both hands dove under his nightshirt and tugged his underwear down over his paintbrush tail and swollen cock. Once his undies hit the floor, he stepped in front of the toilet with his legs spread wide, one hand holding up his shirt while the other grasped his throbbing boyhood. With thoughts of his naked classmates all giggling and copping feels, Celden swooned at the sensation of his needy cock feeling so heavy in his hot little hand. He massaged it with long, slow strokes from tip to base, feeling the flesh grow smooth and taut, stretched thin as his cock plumped in response to his touch. He shivered hard as the sensations in his crotch seeped into every joint and muscle, tickling his entire body from the inside.

Quickly, he settled into a rhythm of short, hard pumps that sent waves of pleasure crashing over him in rapid succession. "That's the spot..." he moaned through parched lips. Slick, watery pre oozed out of his dick on each stroke, clinging to his hand as it beat the length of his aching erection. The sounds of the ventilation fan and the shlup-shlup of slippery cock flesh being yanked back and forth were soon accompanied by steady panting. The horny buck was close--too close. Even with as badly as he wanted to sleep, Celden had become too deeply absorbed in bliss to let his masturbation end so soon. Not that he had much of a choice.

The rising tide of pleasure in his brain suddenly surged into a massive breaker that nearly knocked him off his hooves. His back arched without his instruction as the rod of meat in his hand began firing its payload. A thick string of cum erupted from his slit, followed by several fat wads. Most made a faint plopping sound as they landed in the water, while a few splashed against the side of the bowl or across the back of the seat.

Celden's chin clamped against his collarbone, holding the tip of his oversized nightshirt above his navel to ensure it didn't receive any stains that would raise suspicion when his mother did the laundry. Had his eyes not been shut tight, he would've been treated to a perfect, unobstructed view of an explosive orgasm the likes of which his immature anatomy produced only under ideal conditions. Only when his cock had stopped squirting and the intensity of the euphoric rush making him quiver had subsided did the cub open his large amber eyes. Celden's chest shrank in a long sigh--one that sounded more of worry than satisfaction. Even as he stared down at the evidence of his climax, he felt his loins burning hotter than ever. Giving his throbbing cock a few tugs, he was surprised to find almost none of the painful sensitivity he usually experienced right after cumming. If anything, he felt himself grow more rigid at the stimulation.

Fine. If getting his rocks off once wasn't enough, Celden decided he'd really go all out with it. He gripped the furry sack hanging between his legs and gave it a squeeze. Oh yeah! He'd have those puppies drained if it took him until dawn. The boy stopped only long enough to pull off his nightshirt and drape it over the shower rail, then stood above the toilet bowl butt naked and jerked his cum-slick dick back to full erection.

His breathing quickened as he pumped faster, a familiar tingling warmth radiating from his genitals. The young deer closed his eyes again as he savored the erotic sights on display inside his imagination.

In his mind, Celden found himself back in the locker room after he and his Cub League teammates had won their last game. Their muddy uniforms were stuffed into bags or crammed into small lockers. Their dusty fur was washed clean in the showers under cascades of water so hot it straddled the line between discomfort and pleasure. Steam poured into the changing area where twelve naked cubs all dried themselves with clean towels. There was, of course, more laughter and more playful touching. Celden remembered his heart pounding harder than when he'd hit a fast pitch to the fence and ran all the way to third base faster than he thought possible. Even the excitement of winning the game by a single run couldn't touch how he felt then, standing totally nude with his hooves on the sweaty tile and a damp towel clutched tight around his shoulders as he took in the sight of his friends all dressed in their birthday suits. Everything was on display. Thomas, the nicest pit bull pup Celden had ever met, stood with his left leg hiked up on a bench as he dried his thigh, the tip of his bright red cock hanging an inch below his dangling nutsack. Ben sat relaxing on the same bench further down, the chocolate-colored rabbit's gorgeous blue eyes taking in the tile mosaic on the far wall. Shaedin was laughing hard at one of his own jokes--as the mischievous raccoon often did--and his proud erection bounced in front of him with every "Ha!"

Celden silently thanked whatever deity was in charge of watching over locker rooms that he wasn't the only one there with a hard-on; five of his teammates sported sizable erections. Even so, doubt lingered in his mind that any of them felt the same sensual thrill whenever they stripped bare in the presence of other males. Especially since their dicks all went soft by the time they were dressed and ready to leave. More often than not, Celden's didn't.

"Back in a sec, guys. I gotta use the pot," he lied to everyone. Then off the deer scampered, still nude, into one of the stalls opposite the showers. And then the clock was ticking. He plopped down on the seat of the porcelain bowl, spat into his hand, grabbed his aching boner, and jerked himself as hard as he could without making any noise. His body hopped up on adrenaline, his hand became a blur as it glided over his rock-hard prick. He sucked in quick breaths through his teeth, so careful not to produce any sounds that could alert his friends to what he was doing. No matter what happened, they absolutely couldn't find out what a wicked little pervert he was.

The memory loomed vivid and alive in Celden's mind, played back for him like a high-definition movie with 5.1 surround sound playing from speakers a foot away from his ears. It was the next best thing to being there again. The images appeared so clear because the memory was real. He really had sat there on a public toilet half a room away from the friends he treasured the most and lewdly stroked his cock--so deliciously disgraceful--thinking about their bodies, excited and terrified and high as a kite on the thrill of pulling such a stunt.

Then the memory of reality began to fade, replaced by the memory of his fantasy. There he sat, a shameful display of corrupted youth, utterly lacking self-control, just about to get his rocks off when: Creeeeak. His eyes shoot open, as does the door to the stall.

"Hey everybody, look what Celden's doing!" Jake, the pudgy little bobcat, has one hand held up to his mouth to carry his voice into the next room while the other is pointed right at Celden. His legs straddling the toilet bowl, his hand wrapped around his dripping shaft. His cervine face a look of abject horror.

This is it, he thinks. This is where I get kicked off the team. Now everyone will think I'm a freak, call me Queer Deer, a pervert... No one will ever want to--

Celden's inner monologue is cut short when Thomas pokes his head around the corner. Curious at first, the pup's face pulls up into a broad smile. "Whoa, cool! I didn't know you liked jerkin' off, Celden."

"What? Lemme see," says Shaedin. The raccoon steps into view with most of the gang a step behind him. "Aw nice, I didn't know we could do it here!" Wasting not a moment, the boy removes the pair of briefs he'd slipped on a moment earlier and grabs his rising cock, tugging back the foreskin.

Celden saw himself from somewhere else in the room, standing up and walking out of the stall with observable reluctance. "Y-You guys... are okay with this?"

"We all do it," replies Michael, a skinny cheetah boy with his equally skinny penis slowly growing fatter in his palm. "It feels awesome to jerk off, why wouldn't we?"

Celden feels a smile form on his face in both worlds. Jake is present in that glorious fantasy, squatting down to marvel at the string of clear fluid connecting his pride to the floor tiles. "Wow, Celden! You must be really close to cumin'," he says, his voice peaking in amazement.

"Don't stop now," Shaedin says as he works his own knob with gusto. "Go ahead and shoot!"

Celden doesn't need to be told twice. He goes to work and puts on a show for the rowdy adolescent audience. Most of them join in, but Celden has a massive head start. To his delight, the closer he gets to the edge, the more vocal the crowd becomes.

"Yeah! Stroke your thing nice and fast! That feels the best."

"That's so hot!"

"Look at 'im go! Bet he's gonna shoot hard enough to hit the wall!"

The incredible pleasure tempts the buck to hold out a little longer, and he pushes back against the increasingly urgent need to relieve the raw ache in his nuts. The hot, sultry air coats him in sticky wetness, the weight of humidity and perspiration clinging to every follicle of his short fur. He's so close. His tongue lays dry as chalk inside his mouth as he pants, his pupils drawing up behind trembling eyelids.

Just then, Ben the rabbit--Benny Bunny, everybody calls him--flashes the most adorable smile, winks, then spins around. Benny's beautiful bubble butt wiggles side to side before small hands reach back to grab hold of each flawlessly round cheek. Feet apart, bent forward at the waist, Benny looks back over his shoulder and giggles, then pulls apart the two halves of his furry bottom to reveal the pucker of pink flesh nestled between them. "Hey, Celden. See if you can hit the target!"

That did it.

Celden's fantasy crumbled in a violent earthquake as his entire frame shuddered. A huff of breath sped out between his clenched teeth and his eyes shot open just in time to watch the engorged deer dick in his hand fire its second load of seed. He stopped stroking and gripped his cock tight to aim the pulsing cream cannon as rope after rope of fresh spunk gushed from the tip to splatter across the underside of the toilet lid in front of him. Half a dozen thick ropes--a full six-shooter worth--surged out of his cock before Celden resumed beating it quick and hard, trying to milk his balls for every last drop of juice they held. A few more runny squirts popped out before the cub was finally spent. He moaned as the intensity of his climax subsided and he could feel his lithe body floating back down to earth. Slowly, he released his grip on his slimy cock and stretched his sore fingers, watching as the strands of whiteness between them melted and fell into the bowl in heavy drops. "Oh MAN... That was a good one."

With his attention fully returned to reality, Celden suddenly became aware of the fact that his session had lasted a good while longer than he'd intended. He set to work cleaning up his cummy mess, wiping the parts of the toilet where he'd overshot the mark. After pausing briefly to marvel at just how much his nuts had surrendered, he flushed away all evidence of his lewd activities.

After washing his hands, he found his cock had finally softened enough that he could stuff it back into his underwear. An icy shock made him yip as he discovered the patch of wetness in the crotch of his briefs had become significantly cooler than the warm head of his prick. He pulled the garments off and wadded them in his hands, figuring it was as good of an excuse as any to sleep bottomless. He slipped his shirt back on and crept back to his room, quiet as a ghost.

Celden breathed a sigh of relief as soon as his bedroom door closed behind him. Exhausted, he casually tossed his briefs somewhere in the general vicinity of the laundry hamper before flopping into bed. He sighed happily, loving the feel of his naked lower half sandwiched between the soft fabric of the sheets. Maybe he'd start sleeping in the nude.

The fantasies of his friends all naked and pleasuring themselves along with him refused to leave Celden's mind, but at least his body had been temporarily satisfied. He drifted off to sleep in minutes. For the rest of the night, the buck lay in his bed dreaming of doing all sorts of things in that locker room with eleven other cubs, all of them every bit as horny as him and adventurous enough to fuel fantasies that would reappear in his thoughts for years to come.