Socks and the Jocks
This was a really fun piece that Socks (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/sockstherabbit/) commissioned from me! We have a lot of the same kinks, so I know we both enjoyed the process of collaborating on it. Hope you all like it too!
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Socks and the Jocks
The doors of the gymnasium swung open when the school bell jingled, singling the end of lunch and the start of that time of day when the guys went to go work off those sloppy joes and tater tots. I didn't get it: they stuffed us with the greasiest, fattiest junk (and I mean the fattiest: you should have seen some of rear-ends in my P.E. class), and then stuffed us in jockstraps and mesh gym shorts, the tiny rice-holes of which would gasp for air when their wearer would bend over. I don't mean to sound like I'm complaining, because it was always a good sight. Perhaps those fat butts weren't a sign of the kinds of "healthy lifestyles" St. Bernard's Academy liked to promote (whatever that meant), but they were gorgeous nonetheless. Those beef-fed rumps were a sign of prosperity and excess and plain-old sexual felicity. And I know a lot of the guys in my P.E. class agreed; our school was a boys-only one, don't forget.
Lance--the buffest horse in the entire school--bumped into me as we passed through the wooden doors into the gym. "Hey, watch it meathead!" I hollered as I shoved him with all my might. I bounced off him and into another student; we both fell to the floor.
"That dumb monkey's gonna get his hairless ass kicked one of these days," Lance told Dempsey, a donkey who has had more shorts rip off him during warm-up due to the sheer size of his butt than anyone in the history of St. Bernard's Academy. (And yet, he always looked embarrassed, as he'd run with his tail between his legs to coach's office to borrow another pair.)
I didn't know who I had knocked into...during warm-ups, the class would cycle through spotting partners, and in the locker rooms, we'd all inevitably brush against each other, given the narrowness of the space. I rolled over and my groin perfectly lined up with that of--dare I admit--a rather cute rabbit of light caramel fur, with dark hair with a festive flourish of blue right in the front.
He looked annoyed that I was on top of him so I furrowed my brow. "Hey, watch it kid, you were in my way!" I got off of him and picked up my backpack.
He propped himself up on his elbows, flicked his hair and raised his eyebrow. "Hey, if I were you I'd thank me, that fall looks like it would have busted your arm!"
He was clearly a newbie to the class; maybe Lance could get away talking back at me, but no little faggy rabbit was going to give me sass. Especially not some new guy. "Hey, who do you think you are, rabbit? Nobody talks to Jem like that!"
"Except that horse, apparently," the rabbit answered back with a smirk.
I gritted my teeth and lurched at the rabbit, but as he stood up he scowled at me so I left him. (No, I didn't feel intimidated, I felt merciful.) So I bounced away to the locker room, grabbing onto the climbing ropes on the way and swinging from one to the others to get there faster.
Inside, everyone was already in their boxers, some already in their jockstraps, and Shorty--a husky, musky hyena--was already in his uniform. I noticed him walk out into the gym as that faggy rabbit pranced in. The rabbit stopped him to ask a question, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Shorty pointed him to the showers at the back of the locker room, a direction the rabbit swiftly went in, disappearing behind a small tiled wall that jutted out to keep the water inside the shower area. I grinned.
I turned to my bear pal. "Hey, Bradley, did you see that rabbit who just walked in here?"
He had just let his pants drop and was in the process of lifting his shirt off, but struggled since he never took his baseball cap off. "Uhhhhhhhhh," he drawled. "What rabbit?"
"That twinky rabbit with the blue hair!" I exclaimed.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh...what twinky rabbit with the blue hair?" he asked, scratching his butt.
I rubbed my face with my palms. "Dude, I'm pretty sure there's only one twinky rabbit with a streak of blue in his hair in the class. I think he's new here, what's his name?"
"Oh!" he yelled loudly enough to cause everyone in the room to look at him, but then immediately continue changing since they knew it was just dumb Bradley thinking something out. "They call him Socks."
I laughed out loud. "Socks? Oh yeah, this guy's gotta be a butt pirate."
"Why do you want to know?" Bradley asked, now struggling to pull his uniform shirt down over his baseball cap.
"Cause, we've got to initiate the little punk. He's got a smart mouth, and he needs to be put into his place. After class, okay?"
"You just wanna eat his ass, Jem," the bear said, winking.
"Fuck you!" I said, pushing into the bear, but pinging off him and stumbling backwards into my locker. I got up and brushed myself off. "There'll be no ass for you, then." I casually made my way to the showers and then positioned myself to peak behind the tiled wall. And there was Socks, stripping his clothes, revealing a tight thong. When he bent over to retrieve his gym shorts, shirt and jockstrap from his bag, the thong was completely swallowed by his bubbly cheeks. I felt myself getting hard, and had to fight the urge to pounce on him there. Judging by his choice of underwear, I assumed he was going to like what I was planning on having the dudes do to him after class, but that'd just mean less trouble for us with coach. That thong solidified my ideas, and I bounced back to the middle of the locker room and got the bros in a huddle.
Gym class went on without a hitch--in fact, we were all especially nice to Socks--so that he wouldn't suspect what was to come. Watching his slightly feminine body in that red and white gym uniform move around the court, beating me at a sprint and my favorite activity, the climbing rope, made me crazy. Crazy to see that little faggot's ass get wrecked. And boy, was it going to gape.
Coach always left his office right after class to get lunch, and since most of us had study hall after P.E., we got to hang around the gymnasium by ourselves. As soon as coach walked out the doors, my plan went into action. Dempsey trotted to coach's office, where his lost-and-found box was, to retrieve a tiny cheerleader's uniform that was left here long ago from our rival school; some little vixen must've gotten pounded under the bleachers and left her uniform behind. Lucky for us, because it was about to come in handy.
"Hey, Socks," I called out once we were all in the locker room to distract him from the fact that Jordan, a short little weasel--shorter than me, even--was locking us in. "I'm sorry about earlier."
The rabbit lifted his face. "Oh yeah? Why the change of heart all of a sudden? All class you were looking at me like you wanted to eat me alive."
I hesitated to think of a lie. "Because, well, I dunno. We're all a class, you know?" Socks turned around and noticed Jordan blocking the door. "I figured it's better we all get alon--NOW LANCE!"
Without warning, the horse grabbed the rabbit's arms and restrained him, and then flipped him around to hold him in a position so he couldn't kick.
"What the fuck?! Let me go!" he said, squirming with all his might, but unable to budge an inch. Lance could've kept him in place with a pinky finger he was so strong.
"Fuck you, rabbit. You think you're such hot shit, floating around into our class with your fancy blue hair and perfect ass and package. The second I fell on you walking into the gym, and our groins touched, I knew you had some nice junk. And I saw your bare ass in that thong of yours when you were changing. You're such a perfect little gay boy. I hate perfect little gay boys. And so do my bros, right?" All the buffest--and the fattest--guys nodded and agreed. "So we're going to do something to you, but once it's over, we'll consider you one of us and this will all be water under the bridge. Or rather, jizz up the rump."
Socks began to bite his lip nervously. "What the hell are you talking about, asshole? Let me go!"
"I don't think so," I said as I approached him slowly and looked into his eyes. I pulled his shirt off slowly, then slid my hands around the elastic waistband of his gym shorts and pulled them down. And then finally his jockstrap was the last to go. He was getting hard already. "Look at this, boys. I can tell which ones are gonna like it, and this one's gonna love it. Dempsey, dress him up!"
The donkey brayed and brayed as he slipped a frilly, neon purple G-string, white thigh high socks, black and white mini-skirt, and matching sleeveless shirt onto the squirming bunny rabbit.
"There, now doesn't he look pretty?" I said as we all laughed at him. "Now, if I know anything about perfect gay boys, it's that they love eating ass, right guys?" I looked at Socks in the face. "Who'll you have?"
"You can't be serious! Go to hell!" the rabbit hollered.
I laughed. "Coach doesn't know what goes on in here after class and he'll never believe you. Since you won't pick: here, have a hyena. He's extra sweaty: extra flavorful."
Lance plucked Socks right off the ground and put him belly-down onto one of the benches, the rabbit's legs spread between it, butt-up and back-arched. Shorty, the scruffy spotted hyena who liked his sloppy joes (and whose sloppy joes went straight to where it counted), plopped his butt on the bench, straddling it, and backed it right up into the rabbit's muzzle. Socks squirmed from the sweaty crack of his hyena classmate--who had the only laugh in the class louder than Dempsey's--but I wouldn't let that happen. I grabbed a towel from the showers, wrapped it around the back of the rabbit's head, and tied it into a tight knot in front of the hyena's belly to keep the two of them in place.
"Lick away, Socky!" I told him.
Jordan approached the pair, laughing, and put his arm around the hyena's shoulder. "Is he actually eating it?"
Shorty was laughed so hard he could barely choke out the words: "He's munching my asshole, boys! He's doing it!" The locker room erupted.
We kept him tied to Shorty's musky rump for another solid five minutes, and I couldn't believe how bad the rabbit had it. I could smell that musky ass from where I was standing! Finally, Shorty became short of breath. "I'm...I'm gonna....Errrrrahhhhh!" The hyena spurted his seed all over the next bench, to the applause of the rest of the jocks. He continued panting as he untied the towel and said: "That was the best rim-job I ever got. Shit man. Give him a whirl, huh? He's good." He slumped down against the opposite locker in delight to watch the rest of the show.
"You heard Shorty! Everyone, may I have your jockstraps please?" Everyone happily--and swiftly--obliged, and I handed the pile of sweaty undies to Lance. "Tie him down on his side."
"I want missionary!" Lance shouted, dick already at full capacity.
"Alright, alright horse, do missionary. You're the one tying him down." Best not to argue with a horny stud, I figured.
So the horse tied him down, but this time, and Sock's face looked so confused. He couldn't compute what had just happened as his own spit--smeared all over his own face from the hyena's jiggly cheeks--dripped to the floor. As soon as Lance strapped him to the bench with the jockstraps, he lined his one-foot long cock against the rabbit's hole. It was the scratchiest looking hole I'd ever seen, and Lance pushed against it using a trail of viscous saliva as lube. And holy shit, was Shorty right: this guy was good. That foot-long slid in with such ease; he was born to be a barebacker! He was moaning and smiling in pure ecstasy as his eyes rolled back in his head with each bang. Finally, Lance said: "I'm gonna blow!" and then slammed full-forced into the twinky little rabbit, filling his rectum with the absolute finest-quality horse jizz any faggot could hope to enjoy. A couple of the other guys were already jerking off and ready to cum too, and when Lance pulled out and his seed spilled from the rabbit's gaping hole like a faucet, Jordan screamed aloud and shot his load straight up into his own face.
"Hahaha, the weasel couldn't contain himself!" I said, pointing and laughing; I could hear Socks lightly laughing with me. "Hey Lance, I think Socky is enjoying himself too much. Shut his faggy mouth up!"
"Heh, good idea," the horse said as he circled around for the rabbit's face and stuffed his giant messy cock into his mouth, choking him. Socks licked that cock clean, and you could even hear him gulp down that ass flavored rod.
"Who's next?" I said, wanting all the guys to go before I put my junk in there. (I loved sloppy seconds. Or sloppy sixths. Or whatever.) So Scooter the cougar stepped up and pushed into the rabbit's slimy, loose hole, and banging it good. It only took two minutes for him to blow his load, and then he switched with Lance to get his cock sucked clean. The whole locker room was buzzing with grunts, heavy breathing, and the slipping and sliding of cock up ass and in mouth. Eighteen year old boys will be eighteen year old boys.
Dempsey said: "My turn! I want doggy though."
Since Shorty was long-finished and already working on his second load, he obliged, and untied then re-tied little Socks into doggystyle. Once he was ready to go, the donkey stepped up. But as Dempsey bent over to penetrate, the room when dead quiet as the sound of splitting polyester echoed. Everyone stopped and looked at Dempsey whose fat cheeks had once again broken free of their gym shorts-cage. He blushed for a few seconds and then shouted: "What the hell! Yeeeeehaw!" and shoved his fat cock into the dripping hole, already spilling from a good half-dozen creamy loads. Everyone laughed and shouted, "Pound him Dempsey!" as the donkey pumped away. He was the last one to go before it was my turn, and I was so fucking excited to get a piece of that fag's ass. All I had to do was wait for the donkey to finish. Almost in unison, the Shorty blew thick ropes all over the rabbit's face as Dempsey pushed in his final thrust and brayed loudly, adding his seed to the mix.
I ran up to Dempsey and pulled him out, but as I was about to pull my gym shorts down and get in there, Bradley approached me from behind and said: "Wait, can I go next, Jem?"
"Oh, bubble butt bear wants a turn! What did I say earlier? No ass for you, jokester! Now step aside, it's my turn." But as soon as I stuck my cock in...I mean literally the moment my head entered his tunnel, I blew my load. "Aw fucking shit! I wanted to wreck him!" All I wanted to do was get dressed and go home, I wanted a piece of that ass the moment I knocked into him.
So I pulled out, panting from my hard orgasm, and the group of us just kept laughing and giggling at what just happened. It was by far the most intense gangbang we'd ever done, and I hate to admit it, but that rabbit was the best fucking bottom we'd ever seen. He was dripping head-to-toe with cum; it was smeared all over his face, and it continued to leak from his booty. His gut was actually bulging because he was so full of seed.
Then Socks finally caught his breath and said: " Bradley, I'll take your load now. Up the butt, please."
With a grin, the bear said: "Yes sir!"
"And Jem, come here," Socks told me.
"Why?" I said begrudgingly.
"Just come here." So I did. "Lean in to me." So I did. And he whispered: "I'll give you a rain check on that banging next time. Come by my place anytime, if you want. You're actually fairly cute...for a monkey."