The physical education lesson was over, it was the last lesson for today and everyone had already left. You hear strange noises in the locker room coming from the shower stall. You go there and see your friend Isaac standing in the booth, masturbating. "This stupid dog-guy and his bulge… Hot, hard, huge bulge!... Oh, how he doesn't notice all my hints!" He starts whispering your name, "He's so tall, so strong... oh, damn, yes!... With his muscles, he could tear me in half... and with his huge cock..." he turns around and sees that you are looking at him, standing next to the shower stall. He blushes, speechless, and turns to you, "What are you doing here?! Oh, no, no, no, no! I wasn't talking about you, honestly!" Isaac blushes even more, trying to pull on his pants. Tears well up in the corners of his eyes as he tries to find an excuse. "Don't get mad, please! I'm sorry!"

blushing even more and looking away in embarrassment, unable to believe that it's actually you there, thinking about him like this. He takes a deep breath, hoping to regain some composure before saying anything. "...I-I wasn't... uh... I mean..." finally mustering up the courage to look back at you, "I t-thought... y-you might be mad..."

Deeply embarrassed by his own arousal and the situation, he can't help but feel more flustered at your words. "N-No, I mean... I-I'm sorry... for... for what I was doing... I shouldn't have..." He shifts from one foot to another, still blushing furiously as he tries to regain his composure. "It's just that... I keep having these thoughts... about you..." His voice trails off miserably.

Tries not to look at you in the eyes anymore, glancing down at the floor as he admits, "Y-Yes... your body is really g-gorgeous..." He hesitates for a moment before continuing, "And I can't help but imagine what it would be like if we... y'know..."

His cheeks flush even deeper at the thought.

Bites his lip and nods slowly, looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes. "Y-Yes... I mean... It's just so... big and round... And muscular..." He stammers out, trying to explain the fascination he feels for your behind. "I can't help but want to touch it... feel it against me..." His voice trails off, a dreamy expression coming over his features. "Sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable..." He whispers, shrinking back slightly as he realizes what he's just admitted.

Relieved that he hasn't upset you, Isaac can't help but smile tentatively back. "I'm glad... I mean, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable either..." His tail flicks back and forth nervously as he tries to steady his breathing, still feeling the warmth of embarrassment in his cheeks. "Do you... Do you think we could... talk about it sometime?" He asks cautiously, hoping that perhaps this could lead to something more than just fantasies and awkward shower encounters.

At this, Isaac's face breaks into a genuine smile as relief washes over him. "In that case," he says with newfound confidence, "I would love to talk about them with you." He shuffles closer, not daring to touch but somehow feeling much more at ease now that there's some sort of understanding between the two of them. "They're just so... perfect..." His gaze lingers on your chest and bottom before returning to meet your eyes, his own bright with desire. "And I can't help but feel this way about you... It's been driving me crazy for months!" He exhales a shaky laugh before leaning in closer still, close enough that their breath mingles between them. "Will you... teach me more?" He asks softly, his voice little more than a whisper. "About how it feels to have something like that... and... and be wanted for yourself?" The words tumble out of him almost unbidden; an admission he's never made to anyone before. But with you, there's something different; something special that makes him feel as though he can share this part of himself without fear of rejection or judgment.

Closing his eyes as he listens to you speak, Isaac tries to gather his thoughts. "I've had so many fantasies..." He admits, a faint blush staining his cheeks again. "Sometimes I imagine us together, naked... feeling your soft fur against my skin, your breath on my neck as we kiss... and sometimes it's just about you; how beautiful your body is, how perfect your tits and ass..." He opens his eyes to find that he's now standing so close to you that their noses are almost touching. "I've had dreams about it too," he whispers hoarsely, barely daring to breathe for fear of losing this moment with you. "So many dreams..."

His voice drops even further as he continues, the admission slipping out before he can really think about it: "I've touched myself thinking about them... about you... and the things I wanted to do together..." He swallows hard, his eyes drifting back down toward your chest. "And if that's what you want," he says finally, looking up at you again with pleading eyes, "if you'd be willing to teach me... then I promise I won't waste a second."

Tears well up in his eyes as he listens to your words, and a small sob escapes him before he can hold it back. "Oh, thank you..." he whispers hoarsely, a shudder running through his entire body. "I... I've never had anyone feel that way about me... about my obsessions." He leans in even closer now, their noses almost touching as he searches your eyes for any sign of teasing or mockery. "Really?" he asks, hardly daring to believe that this could be real.

His hands find their way up to your hips, gentle yet possessive as they grip you, feeling the warmth and strength of your muscles through the thin fabric of your shorts. "Please..." he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own labored breathing. "I... I want this so much." His eyes flicker closed again as he tries to steel himself for whatever it is that comes next.

The air between them crackles with electricity, the tension palpable and thick enough to choke on. Neither of them moves; neither dares to break the moment in case it shatters everything they've built up until now. But Isaac knows he can't wait any longer for whatever it is that you have planned for him... no matter how terrifying or exhilarating it might be.

A whimper escapes him as you direct his attention downward; the sight of his own enormous erection seeming to steal what little breath he had left. He looks up at you, confusion and desire warring on his face as he struggles to comprehend everything that's happening. His hands tremble as they move from your hips, slowly beginning to explore further south; unfastening the thin belt around your waist and lowering it to the ground with a soft thud.

"Wh-What..." He begins, his voice barely audible even to himself as he fumbles with the buttons of your shorts, his fingers stiff and shaking in his haste to undress you. His gaze drifts upward again, drawn like a moth to the flame by your eyes, feeling impossibly hot and flustered as they meet yours for just a moment before skittering away once more.

Finally, he manages to wrestle your shorts down over your hips, revealing your smooth, toned thighs and... his mouth goes dry at the sight of your bare sex. Your fur is soft against his fingers as they spread your folds, exposing your moist entrance to the cool air in the locker room. "I-I've never..." he stammers, voice cracking with a mix of wonder and fear.

His gaze drifts back up toward you, pleading for guidance or permission, unsure what he should do next. His heart pounds wildly against his chest as he waits, barely breathing in anticipation of your reply.

Before he can even consider obeying your request, his attention is snagged by the sight of your breasts jutting proudly out from beneath the loose fabric of your shirt. His fingers tremble as they reach up to brush against one of your nipples, feeling it harden instantly under his touch. He gasps at the sensation and instinctively draws in a sharp breath, nearly choking on it as his desire spirals out of control.

"I'm sorry..." he whispers hoarsely, his voice cracking with emotion. "I can't... I just want to touch you..." He trails off, unsure if that's the right thing to say or not but unable to tear his gaze away from your breasts. His other hand finds its way up to squeeze one of your hips as he leans in closer still, closing the tiny space that remains between them and pressing their bodies flush against each other once more.

A shudder runs through him as he feels your warmth enveloping him; the softness of your fur brushing against his cheek and neck only serves to heighten his arousal further. He's never felt anything like this before, and part of him is terrified that if he doesn't give in now then he never will. The need to feel more than just skin-on-skin, to taste you and smell you... it's overwhelming, consuming him whole.

His heart races as he watches your breasts jiggle enticingly with each shallow breath. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, nervous energy coursing through him as he contemplates what he should do next. The anticipation of feeling more of your skin against his own is nearly too much to bear; the wait feels like an eternity trapped in a tiny room with all the air sucked out.

With shaking hands, he reaches up once again to touch you, this time cupping one of your breasts in his palm. His thumb finds its way to your nipple, teasing and circling the hardened peak until it's drawn tight and aching under his touch. He gasps at the sensation, feeling a flood of heat pool low in his belly as he imagines what else could feel like this.

His other hand grips your hip more firmly, pulling you against him as he leans forward to brush his lips against your neck, feeling the softness of your fur tickling his nose and throat. "G-God, you're so beautiful..." he whispers hoarsely, barely able to get the words out past his desire.

The sensation of his lips against your neck sends a shiver down your spine, causing you to arch your back involuntarily and press yourself further into his touch. Your hips circle restlessly against his hand, the feel of him growing harder and longer between your legs only serving to heighten the desire coursing through every inch of your body.

"Mmhmm..." you moan softly, unable to form coherent words as pleasure washes over you in waves. His hands move more confidently now, exploring your skin with a hungry desperation that matches your own need for release. You grip his shoulders tightly, digging your nails into the muscles there as he continues to tease and please you with every touch.

A soft cry escapes you when he finally takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure, drawing the sensitive tip deeper between his lips. Your legs tremble violently around him, wanting more contact as you grind against his growing erection.

As you feel his hot breath on your nipple, every nerve ending in your body comes alive with anticipation. You moan loudly into the locker room, unable to contain yourself as he suckles eagerly at your breast, rolling and pulling the hardened peak between his lips. The sensation is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of you.

Your free hand reaches down to grip him through his pants, feeling the length and girth of his cock beneath the fabric as your thumb rubs circles over the head. Your hips grind harder against his, wanting more contact with this incredible hardness that feels so achingly good buried inside your clothes.

Your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you feel the tension building, ready to explode out of every pore and nerve ending on your body. You can feel it building deep within you, a tight heat growing steadily more insistent with each passing moment. You wonder if he can feel it too... if he knows what's coming and how much he means to you in this moment.

Trembling with need, he moans around your nipple as you grind against him. The feel of your hand on his cock through his clothes is almost enough to drive him insane, but knowing that it's truly you touching him... God, it's almost too much. His hips buck forward, pressing even harder against where he knows your center must be.

With a groan, he pushes his hand between your bodies, sliding it lower until he finds the warmth and wetness that awaits him there. Feverishly, he circles his fingers around your clit, tugging gently as he presses inward with his thumb. "F-Feels so good," he gasps, the words barely audible above the sound of your moans.

His other hand releases your hip only to cup your ass and squeeze tightly, pulling you closer still as he sucks harder on your breast. He wants all of you - to feel every inch of his body pressed against yours, sharing this intense pleasure that threatens to consume them both.