Manly Smells

Jake was a boy on a mission, his tail wagging as he sneaked into the boy's locker room. Student's weren't supposed to loiter around the lockers when P.E. classes weren't on, such as right now. Yet, there Jake was, the 12 year-old German shepherd slowly closing the door behind him, trying not to make much noise. Technically the doors to the place were supposed to be locked when not in use, but he found that the teachers and janitors had gotten a bit lazy on that front. So all that was needed was for him to skip class, and snake his way in. Immediately, the strong smell of sweat filled Jake's canine nose, his sheath twitching in response to the musk. Totalling in all of the different classes at his school, this room was used by more than a hundred different boys each week, all of them working up a nice sweat during their gym classes. The scent almost overwhelmed the boy, picking up so many distinct different brands of musk, from all species and ages. He walked over to one of the benches, quickly getting down on his knees and planting his nose on it, smelling that it had been used very recently, probably during just the last hour. He let his hand wander down his sweatpants, massaging his half-chubbed cock, imagining the sweaty boy who had sat on the bench instead sitting on his face. He instinctually let his tongue hang free, dragging it across the bench, letting out a moan as a spurt of precum stained the front of his underwear. This wasn't the treasure he was after however, prying his muzzle off of the bench to continue his journey. At the end of the room was a small hallway, leading to a door, the boys' P.E. teacher's personal office. And Jake knew for a fact that in that office was hiding something magnificent. He ran to the door, the sounds of his claws hitting the tile floor muffled by his socks. He reached for the handle in anticipation, rattling it around. Locked, damn! He'd suspected that might be the case however, pulling out a small lock-picking set he'd ordered online a while back. For a little voyeur and perv like Jake, locked doors were a nuisance he'd learned to deal with rather quickly. A few minutes later, he heard the lock click, carefully reaching for the handle once more. Success! The door swung open, inside a rather small office, a small metal desk with a plastic chair and a few filing cabinets, a light swinging on the ceiling. But Jake could already smell the true price he was after, a plain plastic basket sitting in the corner. He ran to it, opening the lid, his eyes just about bulging out of his head. The basket was full of the P.E. teacher's dirty laundry, right on top of the pile a pair of deep crimson coloured boxers. Jake picked it up, holding it like it was a delicate piece of art. Unable to hold back, he stuffed his muzzle into the pair, letting the musk wash over him, falling down to his knees once more. They were a fresh pair, most likely from this day, still even moist from the sweat. Jake couldn't decide on which end to suffocate himself with, flipping the underwear over multiple times, sticking his nose to the front and to the back of them, his knot fully inflated and hanging out. He pulled down his pants, letting his length fly free, a small puddle of precum forming almost instantly on the floor. He grabbed another pair of boxers from the basket, wrapping this one around his cock, soaking up all of the precum and sweat he'd accrued so far. He let his tongue explore the pair, moaning deeply into the fabric, frantically stroking his cock with the other pair. Right in the middle of his own personal heaven, his tip leaking copiously, Jake's eyes suddenly shot open. He heard footsteps, footsteps in the locker room, footsteps nearing the office with every thud! He scrambled to stuff his cock and the underwear away, succeeding only in falling down as he tried to hop up onto his feet with his pants still down. Jake could do nothing except watch in horror as the door creaked open, time seemingly slowing down as he lied on the floor on his back, his cock stiff as an iron rod and hanging out, a pair of sweaty underwear wrapped around both it and his muzzle. A large shape appeared in the doorway, backlit by the locker-room lights.

The shape towered over Jake, a tall and stout shadow, two horns pronging off his head. He stepped forwards, the light from the hanging lamp washing over him, dark fur covering his body, well-defined muscles peeking through his tight shirt. It was Duke, the boy's P.E. teacher, the bull almost 40 years of age. Jake could feel his breath getting caught in his throat, as his teacher stared at him, a wide grin on the bull's face. "Ahh, Jake, should've guessed you were one of those sorts of boys. My laundry smell nice?", he laughed, turning around for just a moment to close the door, and lock it once more. Jake was able to scramble up to his knees, trying to tuck away his shame, shaking off the underwear from his face. He was about to open his mouth to somehow explain what had happened, but the teacher wrapped a hand around his muzzle first. He let out a muffled eep from the surprise, the bull grinning once more, "Well, if just my dirty underwear was enough for you to get this hard, how about the real thing?" As the teacher said it, Jake's muzzle was shoved deep between the bull's thighs, the loose gym shorts leaving ample room for his nose to bounce right up against the underwear hidden beneath. If the smell of the old laundry was a solid 7-8/10, this was an easy 11/10. Duke had obviously just finished up with some training, his underwear just about dripping with sweat and musk, the boy huffing it up without question, even if the teacher's hand planted on his head wouldn't allow the boy to pull back if he wanted. Jake could feel two heavy orbs and a quickly growing post in the boxers, his nose bumping into them as he was his teacher started grinding his head against them. "That's right boy, breath nice and deep...", Duke sighed, eventually pulling the boy's head back and letting it go, pulling down his own pants to expose his tools. A heavy set of balls sat under a large cock, the room filling with a musk that put Jake's head spinning as soon as they were exposed. A bead of precum fell down onto the floor from Duke's cock, as he stepped up to his student once more. "You gonna make me shove your head in again, or are you gonna be a good boy?", he said, lifting his cock up and giving it a few strokes, exposing the underside, a perfect little crevasse for Jake's muzzle to fit in. And he did indeed want to be a good boy, practically diving in, letting his tongue lap at the big balls as the shaft spurted another load of precum on his nose. 

The bull let out a satisfied moan, bucking at the boy working on him, knocking him down on the ground once more, a small yip leaving his mouth as he thudded down. He opened his eyes to see his teacher stepping over him, legs on both sides of his head. He could do nothing except stare up at the sight above him: a tantalizingly beefy ass in the back, the magnificent set of hardware hanging up front, and a sweaty taint in the middle. A few drops of precum and his own slobber dripped onto his forehead as the bull chuckled, suddenly squatting down right onto the poor boy, him immediately immersed in a world of musk and sweat. The bull ground and moved his ass around, finally feeling the canine's nose at his entrance, kneeling down with a grunt. Without much provocation, he could feel an eager tongue brushing against his tailhole, muffled moaning following every stroke. Jake was absolutely trapped, caught between a rock and a hard place, or more appropriately caught between a fat ass and the floor. He however didn't mind one bit, if he died right now he would've already achieved nirvana. The bull's asscrack was soaked with sweat, his tongue trying to explore every single centimetre of it. He knew what his teacher was ultimately after however, circling the rim of the man's hole before plunging his tongue in, easily pushing inside. He could hear the muffled sounds of the bull furiously jacking off as he tongue-fucked the asshole, his own length so hard it hurt, calling out for attention. He reached down for his own cock, finding it absolutely coated in his own precum, the fur around it matted over likewise. Every pulse sent another spurt from his tip, signalling his imminent push over the edge. Jake took one last lungful of the musky air, breathing deep and letting all his senses experience the full extent of it as he thrust his tongue as deep as he possibly could. His paw wrapped around his aching knot, pulling at it. That was enough to pop his cork, an impressive arc of cum flying through the air, splatting down square on his own chest, staining his shirt. The several following loads also mostly landed on him, a few splashing onto the floor or even onto the bull's back. He moaned and grunted into the ass wrapped around his muzzle, his teacher taking notice of the boy's enjoyment. "Knew you'd get off on this, hope my ass was plenty sweaty for ya after running around the whole day." Duke slowly lifted himself off of Jake's muzzle, saliva dripping down after the sloppy rimjob. He turned around to survey the scene, the boy lying in a daze with his muzzle, chest, and crotch quite messy after the whole endeavour. He still spotted some more prime real-estate to unload his cum on, wanting the boy to be soaked from head to toe. He knelt down at Jake's feet, his cock throbbing as he first pulled off the boy's sneakers, then the socks. He stuck his face into the soft paws, inhaling the sweat, Jake's toes curling slightly at the sudden tickling in his pawpads. After a few licks, Duke scooted closer, brining the paws up slightly to line up with his dick. He held both of the paws together, pushing his length through the middle, sighing at the feeling of the soft fur and pawpads running along his shaft. He could only manage a few thrusts before his balls pulled in closer, a huge wad of cum splattering against Jake's stomach. The bull grunted as he closed the paws in front of his tip, the sticky load running down them, squishing as wiggled his toes. Few moments later, Duke let the paws go, the pair of them absolutely covered in his cum. He took one last look, before clambering up and stuffing his still half-hard cock into his pants, a small trickle of cum running down one leg. He strolled to the door, opening it and about to step out. He stopped in the doorway however, looking back at the pup still lying on the floor, grinning as he opened his mouth, "I'll let you catch your breath boy, just try to be outta here in half an hour, 'cause that's when the next P.E. class is gonna start. And next time you wanna huff my asshole, just come ask, much easier than trying to break into my office, yeah?" With that he walked off, shutting the door behind him, his retreating footsteps slowly disappearing into the distance, leaving only the soft hum of the swinging light and the ragged breathing of Jake to fill the room. He slowly rose up, still sitting on the floor as he licked his lips. He wiggled his claws, feeling the mess slowly dripping and squishing around. He was extremely thankful that the locker room had a shower, needing a long one before he'd be able to go anywhere near the other students or teachers without reeking of musk. His clothes were another thing however, soaked in sweat and cum. Maybe one of his friends could loan some spare clothes, as long as they didn't ask too many questions about what happened to his current ones. Jake picked himself up off the ground, every step squelching as his paws stuck to the floor. He'd definitely hit up Duke sometime soon again, that he knew for sure.