Revereal Lounge

"Haaaaa...It sure is slow on Tuesdays. I really need to start bringing a book with me. The boss wouldn't mind, right? Thank god the next appointment is almost here. I'm dying of boredom. Okay, is everything in place? Cleaned? Presentable? Alright then, any second now..."

"Oh, thank god. Hello! Welcome to ReveReal Lounge! Please make yourself comfortable! If there's anything you need before we begin, please let me know!"

"Hey, your shirt...I recognize that college! So you're one of the football players from there, huh? Very nice! Oh! Just to be safe, you're not skipping out on classes for this, are you? I mean, I can't control what you do, but you are paying to attend."

...

"Oh! You have no classes today! Gotcha! Let's begin then! Palm, please?"

...

"Now, what are we working with? I see your football team. Okay, starting off standard. Though they all look rather blurry. Almost like tunnel vision, actually. So, who's the focus? It seems to be...ah! There he is! One of your teammates! Huh. The way you envision him. There's practically sparkles all around him...Aaaah. I get it now. You have feelings for him."

"You think he feels the same way, but you nor him have made a move. So you want to use this session as a push to ask him out. Pretty smart, not gonna lie. Not a lot of people do that here but they should, in my opinion."

"The amount of times you've thought about having sex with him must have driven you crazy, huh? The way you looked at him was definitely lustful. You do like him romantically, but he sure is a looker, isn't he? Really nice assets. Hohoh! Is that jealousy I see in your eyes!? Don't worry, I know a man in love when I see one!"

"I know what you're going to say, don't try to deny it. I think it's really sweet! You just need the right push to get the man of your dreams, right? Well, this drink right here should do the trick!"

"Your brain will have full control of the setting, so you don't have to worry about anything. And he will act exactly how he always acts around you. You know, just to make it more believable to you. You know him best, after all. But this will be all in your head. So try to be a little adventurous with him, yeah? Now, enjoy! Something tells me I'll see a more confident man come out when you're done."

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I entered the locker room as I finished practicing on the field to find it empty. This was something that happened from time to time. I would practice by myself after everybody left and be at it for another hour. By the time I got to the locker room, everybody has changed and left.

Have to say, this dream thing? Pretty realistic already. I could already feel the dampness of my clothes from the sweat of my practice. And my smell? Geez. Dream or no dream, I was taking a shower. I would always only notice how bad I smelled right after practice or a game. Though the fact I would always stay later than the others was probably also to blame.

Many of my teammates would often tease me on trying to gain more muscle than I already have. As if that was the only reason I could be doing all of that. I'm trying to get better at the game, not get a better physique. I'm already big enough. But they like to joke around like that. They wouldn't be jocks if they didn't. I've always found that sense of humor a little lacking, but that's just me.

I made my way to my locker to, I suppose, change out of my gear. Don't know if something is supposed to happen before I do that but I figured I should do what I normally do and see where it takes me. As I got to the isle where my locker is, I made my turn and saw the lines of lockers that I was familiar with seeing and the long bench that was in the middle of the isle. I also noticed someone was standing right beside my locker.

My heart skipped a beat.

Looking down on his phone stood a cougar beastman who was almost as muscular as me. He still had his jersey and shorts on, but he already took off the pads, helmet, and gloves. His tail was swinging back and forth as he was just scrolling on his phone. My money was on some social media website.

He was one of my teammates, Abel Edirs. And I fought hard not to look him up and down on instinct.

It wouldn't be a stretch to say that his clothes were form fitting. Though it wasn't the clothes' fault. Why? Because he has the biggest pecs and ass I have ever seen. It was thanks to them that everything he wore looked to be tight on him.

But god, did I love looking at them.

His pecs were like a woman's breasts; fat, all bouncy when he so much as breathed, and with nipples so thick that they can poke out of his shirt. The number of times I've thought about sucking them is embarrassingly high. And his ass? I don't know what he does to make them that big, but they are bigger than bowling balls.

Okay, so I AM thirsting after him like a sex-crazed maniac but there's more to it than that. He's also the teammate that I get along with the best. He's funny, kind, has the most breathtaking smile, and is always a peacemaker. It's safe to say that he is the voice of reason out of the team. While I would just roll my eyes and tell them to fuck off (never in a bad way), he would be the one to calm everyone down and talk it out. But he can also be very playful when the mood strikes him. God, exactly my type.

Abel looked up and noticed me. He smiled and put his phone away as he walked towards me. In my peripheral vision, I could see those pecs of his bounce slightly, making me gulp.

"Hey! There you are! I've been waiting for you, so I decided to stick around until you finished."

I was about to apologize until he stopped me, "No! No! It's alright! I know how important training is for you. I didn't mind waiting."

I felt my body go a little hot. No one, not even my own family, have patience with me when I practice. But he does. Moments like this always make me want to wrap my arms around his waist and pull him to me.

Abel gave a light laugh, "Honestly, if I had your stamina, I would have joined you! But I'm still a little sore from the drills coach put us through. I don't know how you do it!"

I tried to downplay it, saying that I'm just too hardheaded to stop, but he was having none of it.

"Don't give me that! You put in so much effort for this team! We wouldn't be where we are if you weren't around! Makes me really admire you!"

He's said things like this similar in the past. When we would hang out, just the two of us, he would compliment me on my skills and build. Saying how hard I must have worked to get them. I would in turn compliment him back, because he was no slouch on skills and looks either. It sometimes led to some lighthearted wrestling matches with us laughing and enjoying ourselves. Making me wish that those days would last longer.

I comment on how much he brings to the team as well; how he always brings everyone together and takes care of them when they get injured or tired. I knew saying this would get a blush out of him like previous times, and it did.

With some rosy cheeks, he laughed, "Okay, okay, we don't need a repeat of what happened last week. I was so embarrassed, I felt I could die."

I let out a heavy laugh at that. I remember that day. I was giving him so many compliments that his whole face was turning red. He tried to cover his face with his hands, but the damage was already done. It was beyond cute.

After recovering, I asked him if everything was okay, since he was waiting for me. He seemed to have remembered what he was there, because he let out a light cough and gave me a sheepish smile.

"Right, right. Well, if I'm gonna be honest? I just really wanted to spend time with you."

I looked at him in surprise. He gave me a shrug in return.

"If that's alright with you."

I ended up stuttering that it was fine and that I would love to hang out with him. God, I never stutter. I was making myself look like a fool. And this wasn't even the real Abel! (Though it was a pretty convincing one.)

He smiled at me, "Great! I was thinking we can just relax and watch a movie?"

A movie. Funny that he asked for that. But also fitting. The last time we watched a movie, we were at my frat and ended up cuddling with each other on the couch. Yes, cuddling. We didn't even notice until we looked at each other's faces and saw how close we were. I swear to everything I loved that, in that moment, everything froze and we leaned in closer. With the full intent of having our lips connect. I could never forget that look on his face. He looked so peaceful and willing.

Our lips were only millimeters apart before my door opened violently and in came my drunk roommate. Both me and Abel jumped off the couch so high, I wouldn't have been surprised if we hit the ceiling. Thankfully, my roommate didn't see anything with how drunk he was, but it was enough to embarrass Abel so much that he excused himself and left. We never talked about it and just continued as if nothing happened.

That plagued my mind ever since. The what if. What could have happened next. Everything. And here I was, reliving that moment. If only it was really Abel in front of me. But I need to know if I have what it takes to do it in real life. This was a trial run of sorts. And I intended to make the most of it.

I lifted my hand and reached for Abel's face. He looked a little confused, but didn't move an inch. When I placed it in his cheek and stroked it gently, he responded by nuzzling on my hand with a purr. I felt like I could die hearing that. That was the sound he made when he was pleased with something. That was the sound he made when we were accidentally cuddling.

I leaned forward, face closing in on him. I could see a blush return to him before he softened his features and leaned forward too. It felt like hours were passing by as we got closer until, finally, our lips met.

My entire body felt like I was being struck by lightning. I've dreamed (poor choice of words) of this moment for so long, it always felt out of reach. In the back of my mind, I wondered if it would feel like this if I actually kissed him. Maybe even better? No, it had to be better. This was just a sample of how it would actually be with him. But I still wanted more. I needed to know.

Abel's purring vibrated my lips, clearly pleased. I separated from him a bit to see his face and saw how enamored he looked.

"

Haaaa

...Wow. I've, I've always wanted to do that with you. That was..."

I gave him a deeper kiss, stopping his next sentence. He responded by kissing back, this time substituting his purring with moaning. He wrapped his arms around my neck as I wrapped mine around his waist. With how deep the kiss was, our tongues were dancing together so nicely. It made the whole thing even hotter. His tail wrapped around my leg, too. Going up and down and held tighter the more heated we got.

I had a primal need inside me that was coming up. I took control of the kiss, which Abel more than allowed, and pushed him towards the lockers. When his back hit them, he instinctively lifted his legs up and wrapped them around my hips. His tail had to let go for a second, but immediately wrapped around my leg again when he got comfortable. With his legs around me, I was able to caress his hips, legs, and ass without restriction. Fuck, it felt so good to touch him that I just continued doing it. Our lips and tongues were wrapped around each other, not wanting to let go. With heavy breathing and moans, we went at like starving animals.

After a couple of minutes just kissing like hormonal teenagers, I let go of his lips with a satisfying smack. We looked at each other's eyes and just smiled.

In that moment, I just remembered. I probably smell awful. I just got out of practice and I was sweating so much when I entered the lockers. I started to apologize and explain myself, but then I felt Abel's finger press on my lips, stopping me.

"Hey, it's okay! You don't need to worry about that! Besides," I saw a blush appear on his face, "I actually really like how you smell."

My eyes shot up like rockets hearing that. He continued.

"I like the smell you give off after you practiced. It's, so

primal

. So hot. It's so

you

. And I like it! No one else smells like you, and it's, so

so

good."

Suddenly, a repressed memory came back to me. I remember there were a few times some of my teammates would stick around after as well. They would be in the lockers and I would come back from the extra practice. All the guys would comment how rank I smelled when I got to my locker and avoid being close to me. Which, you know, makes sense.

But Abel wouldn't do that those times. He would stick close to me and talk to me. But there was something that I thought was just my imagination. When I would turn away from him to get changed or get something from my locker, I would hear a sniff sound. And when I turned back to look at Abel, it looked like he was retreating his face from me. But I would notice his face was a little flushed and some of his hairs were sticking up. A part of me thought that was strange but I didn't question it. Until now.

Could it be, all those times, he was smelling me and liking it? Even with all the musk and sweat?

My imagination was going wild. I looked at Abel, who was giving me a concerned look, and suddenly my sex drive decided to crank up to the maximum by aiming and kissing his neck, along with some licking for good measure.

Abel was shocked, but moaned approvingly as he laid his head on the lockers and giving me more access to his neck. He held my head during this, not wanting me to stop. Possibly even wanting to mark him.

"Aaaah, yes! Yes! Oh, that feels so good! It's yours! All yours! Yes!!"

I took that cue and bit down on his neck. Not too hard to draw blood, but enough for him to feel it. He let out a surprised yet content gasp. Oh yeah, he definitely wanted me to mark him. I lifted his jersey slightly to caress his bare fur on his hips. He responded by caressing my muscular arms as well. I gave a long lick from the bottom of his neck to the top until I got to his chin. Once more we were face to face, which made us do one big kiss again. Our faces stayed close together even when we detached.

Abel gave me a look of pure bliss,

"Oh god, please. I've been wanting this for so long. Don't stop now."

I wasn't even planning to stop.

Seeing as I lifted up his jersey a bit, I got both my hands inside and grabbed his plump pecs. His mouth opened wide, letting out a needy moan right on my lips. Wanting to feel their plumpness, I gave them a nice massage. Feeling their weight and how full they were.

Abel closed his eyes and bit his lip,

"Mmmmh, I didn't know you like my pecs. Oh, that feels nice. You're groping them so good."

I asked him if he wanted to feel even better and he gave me a nod. So, I lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his chest. I made sure that the shirt stayed on Abel by having his arms still be in the sleeves. It's a hot look to me, okay?

I looked down to see those heavy bags he calls pecs. I have seen them multiple times while in the locker room when we were changing in and out of uniform. We were (luckily) in the same isle, so I got a nice view of Abel taking off his shirts and seeing those puppies bounce when the fabric was no longer holding them. It always turned me on. Thank fuck my dick didn't get hard when watching that, otherwise I would have a lot of explaining to do to my teammates.

But now, they were right in front of me. In all their glory. And they were

magnificent

. I was getting hard when I was making out with Abel, but now my dick was saluting inside my shorts like a proud military man. And since they were shorts, Abel took notice.

"Oh. Wow. You, seem to be pretty excited down there, huh? It's, um, kind of rubbing my ass."

He gave me a sheepish look.

"Do you, like them that much?"

I was looking at him straight in the eyes when something inside me snapped. I placed my hands below his arms and lifted him up slightly, making his chest be at my eye level. Abel, in turn, wrapped his legs a little above my waist line, confused but following my lead.

Seeing those pecs of his right in front of me had me salivating. Fuck, they might as well be boobs with how thick and fat they were. But I had my eyes set on his nipples. They looked so fucking tempting. Big, thick, dark colored, and with a wide areola. They were just screaming to get sucked.

And I did just that.

I aimed for one of his nipples and wrapped my lips all around them, giving them a good suck and lick. The sound Abel made when I did that made my dick jump. He sounded so slutty and submissive in that moment; it was like a mixture of a moan and a cry. He arched his back the second I attacked his nipple and wrapped his arms around my neck and head like a vice grip. No doubt he was probably crying out with his head drawn back. Well, as far back as it could with him being shoved on a locker.

I sucked and licked to my hearts content on that thick nipple of his, all while grunting and breathing heavily. Holy fuck, it felt good wrapping my tongue around it. I flickered it with my tongue up and down as fast as I could, all while feeling the fatness of his tit all over my lips. Abel's shameless moaning was like a siren's song, giving me the energy to milk his tit for all it's worth.

"Oh my god! Aaaahh!! Wait! Please!! It's too good! My body can't-AAAAHH!!"

I bit down on that fat flesh, leaving my mark on it and showing whoever sees it that it belonged to me. Only I could taste these heavy milkers and no one else.

Satisfied when I saw that I left quite the bite mark around his nipple, I aimed for the other one. Repeating what I did to its partner. Once more, Abel couldn't stop moaning, and his body reacted accordingly. He would be shaking and moving his body like a contortionist, almost like he was trying to escape my assault. But his arms wrapped around my head and neck kept him firm to me, proving that he wanted me right where I was.

His body started to shake even more,

"Oh god! OH GOD!! Wait! I'm, I'm-AAAAAAAHH!!"

His back arches back as far as it could, making him press against me. That scream sounded like something had happened so I, reluctantly, released his now swollen nipple from my lips. When I looked up at Abel, he still had his back arched like a pole dancer, gasping for breath. I looked him over, half to see if he's okay and half for the eye candy, until I noticed his shorts.

Right where his groin was, I noticed a big wet patch that was not there before. It then hit me that he just came in his pants. I made him cum by playing with his nipples.

...Fucking hell, if that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen.

I remember Abel saying one time that his nipples were sensitive. The guys saw how big they were and tried to play with them as a way to tease Abel, but he put a stop to it. As did I when they tried to convince him. He thanked me for the help but in the back of my mind, I wondered how sensitive they could be. I prayed that the real Abel would also cum from playing with them.

Speaking of, the cougar himself recovered from the pleasure and straightened his back. His breathing was still a little heavy, but he had a smile on his face. He let out a small laugh as he looked down on me.

"Dear god, you liked sucking on them that much? I felt like I was getting my soul sucked out of me."

I smiled back and just responded by giving a loving kiss to one of his pecs. He bit his lip while giving me a seductive look.