Exclusive Story: "Post Race Jace"

This cheetah just doesn't know how to keep himself out of trouble, does he?

I doubt his adoring audience will complain, though. Enjoy!  (This story contains risky, semi-public masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, and a large cumshot. Nothing too risque!)

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Plenty of athletes had traditions for their pre-game routines, but Jace wasn’t the kind to deal in such superstitions.

His results spoke for themselves, from the scholarship that he’d maintained through his collegiate career, all the way up to the last year of races that he’d ever run: gold and silver medals decorated the walls of his apartment and even more were waiting for him back home, adorning a small collection of achievements that he and his sisters brought home over the years.

When it came to celebrating, however, he wasn’t as worried about the medals themselves as he was with how he rewarded himself for putting up with the hours upon hours that he spent training in a given week.

“Fuck…haven’t had a chance to cum since last Monday…can’t remember the last time I went this long without it!”

Normally, he would have made it back to his apartment before he stripped out of his sweat-riddled clothes and leaned against the wall of a shower, thrusting against an imaginary lover, but the season was nearing a close and opportunities like this would be fewer and farther between, once it finally came to an end.

That added element of risk created a thrill couldn’t be equaled by being the first one to cross the finish line: in the same way that money won was sweeter than money earned, the cheap and unlikely thrill of being caught in the act was that much better than the effort of his legs bringing him another trophy.

“Shame I couldn’t sneak Ben and Phillip in here…or maybe one of the cheerleaders…fuck…what I wouldn’t give to have someone down there…anyone down there right now!”

His grunting voice wouldn’t carry all that far with the echoing sound of the shower covering for him, but there was just enough sound that anyone in the locker room would have gleaned his presence—he made sure that no one was in the open, old-fashioned showers before he stripped down, but being seen in the buff wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for an athlete after a track and field meet.

Being caught with his palm wrapped around his cock and his arm leaned against the wall as he thrusted into the steaming, soothing water, however…that would cost him a lot more than his social reputation, if the wrong person happened upon him.

“Even Clover’s paws would be better than my own, r-right now. Can’t fucking believe I’m saying it, but-

“Who’s Clover?”

His careless nature was going to catch up with him sooner or later, no matter how quick a pace he was able to keep on the course.

What forced him to freeze in place, even under such a heated stream of water, was the fact that a woman’s voice was the one whispering into his flattened ear.

“…Look, I don’t know who you are, but t-this…this doesn’t leave the locker room, okay?” Jace asked, refusing to turn around and look the guilty party in the eye. “I know I’m not supposed to be doing this, but you’re not supposed to be in the men’s locker room, either, so…I’ll just stop, and we’ll just leave and pretend this never happened, okay?”

Much as sexual encounters came about easily in Jace’s life, he was always cautious in pursuing them when he was on the campus itself: anything that could jeopardize his scholarship would have been exciting in the moment, but it was rare that he allowed his judgment to lapse long enough for such a tryst to occur.

“That would be a really compelling offer, if we were in the men’s locker room.”

That afternoon, riding the high of a win and the eventual possibility of long overdue relief, his judgment was putting him in such a bind that he was already trying to think of a way to bribe the young woman.

“Did I…did I really go into the wrong locker room after the race?” he asked aloud, before realizing that his classmate would only know the answer by virtue of where he stood. “Fuck; listen, I just…I made a huge mistake and I really, really can’t afford to miss the last few races of the season. Can you please just let me go without saying anything?”

The fact that she hadn’t screamed about finding a naked male in the ladies’ showers was already a point in his favor, but Jace was so busy thinking about his victory that he hadn’t noticed the tigress in the first place.

She had seen him enter the wrong locker room, but only when she could confirm that she had him to herself did she bother making her presence known.

“Sure I can,” she offered. “I’ll be more than happy to sneak you out of here once you finish putting on a show for me…”

Jace couldn’t remember the last time he sighed with such relief.

“…And when you tell me who Clover is.”

Short lived relief was better than no relief at all, but a palm that was resting slack at the base of his shaft tensed up around that same flesh, squeezing it so tightly that a dribble of precum spilled from the distended tip.

“Look, y-you…whoever you are-

“Doesn’t matter who I am,” she cut him off. “I just wanna hear about this Clover girl…she must be pretty important if someone with your…promiscuous reputation is thinking about her.”

“All you need to know about her is that she is very important, and she’s a huge pain in my neck most of the time,” Jace clarified. “Just…just how long have you been standing there, anyway?”

“Long enough to know that you’re into the idea of Clover giving you a quick handjob, even if she bugs you a little bit.”

Shit, Jace thought. Change the subject before she puts the pieces together…

“Only way she’s getting her paws on me is if I’m desperate.”

“Or if she is?”

“I don’t think she ever has been,” Jace muttered. “This, uh…this is easily the weirdest conversation I’ve ever had while masturbating, by the way.”

Slick, messy water dripped away from the end of his wrist as greater volumes of precum reached the very tip of his length, betraying the way that the cheetah spoke about the mysterious Clover.

He knew his life would be over if he revealed their secret connection, but the girl behind him was perfectly fine with keeping Clover a mystery, so long as she was allowed to keep her own identity a secret.

“You talk to people often when you’re jacking off?” she asked, the sound of her voice coming closer and closer to his ear with each step she took. “Ah, ah…keep facing the wall, Jace. You turn around, and I’m going straight to your fucking coach about this…”

Whoever she was, she wasn’t afraid to assert her dominance and remind the cheetah of just how hopeless his situation was.

Knowing that and reassuring him of his fate hanging in the balance, she made her statement with a final exclamation point; the cupping of her digits around his sack made it clear that she was in full control of whatever came next.

“H-hey! What the hell do you…t-think…you’re doing…oooofuck…”

“Whatever the hell I want, since you were bold enough to ask,” she answered. “But since you wandered into the wrong locker room and time is of the essence, I figured I’d help you along…how the hell do you run with this much weight in your shorts, anyway? Feels like it’d be painful.”

“They’re not usually this low and loose when I’m in the m-middle of a race,” Jace made a rare stumble, but his stride was still intact: it was his words that ended up jumbled. “If you keep squeezing them like that, you…y-you’ll feel what I mean.”

“Of course. Every guy stiffens up down there when they get close,” she noted. “From a pair of loose, hanging balls to a tight package, built like a baseball…”

“Still the weirdest conversation I’ve ever had while jacking off.”

A quick giggle and a sudden, borderline painful clench forced Jace to suck in a gasp. “You complaining? Cause I can always stop if you’re not enjoying yourself…”

“N-no, no…ohpleaseno…don’t stop…”

“Oh?”

Giggling again and easing her grip, the woman kept her identity a secret, but she made no secrets about the skill in the ends of her digits. Stroking his sack and tickling her fingertips back toward his orbs, she only squeezed with the most careful touch she could manage, but feeling the increased pace of Jace’s own wrist, she kept time with his dangerous activity, knowing that she’d be just as guilty if they were caught in the act.

“Never would have guessed you enjoyed it that much, but I can feel it, now,” she teased. “Pulsing in my palm like I’m holding your heart…you gonna cum for me, Jace?”

“Mnn…”

“Do it.”

The gravity of the situation, the warmth of the water rushing over him, the added slickness of his own precum and the little bit of help from a total stranger were a greater combination than the world-class athlete could hope to stand against.

He hated to admit it, but he did have limits that he couldn’t overcome…and having even a subtle tickle against his balls would have been enough to get the job done, ordinarily.

Thought I was gonna cum the instant she touched me, Jace silently admitted. She’s so good at this, letting up when I need her to, squeezing when I don’t…who the hell could know how to touch me like this?

As far as her identity was concerned, he’d be left wanting: her curling, stroking fingertips were already easing away from his sack and tickling toward his asshole, but she wasn’t going there just yet.

It was a silent departure from the moment, as Jace gritted his fangs and painted the wall with gush after gush of his essence, leaving such a plentiful streak of cum upon the wall that he thought for a moment about trying to wipe away the evidence of what he’d done.

“Someone’s coming. Sorry to turn your legs to jelly like that, but…you’d better hurry up and put them to good use.”

There was a side door that went right out to the fields: Jace scarcely remembered grabbing his things from the bench as he rushed for it, still dripping wet and hopping his legs, one after the other, into a pair of his shorts.

His boxers had fallen out of his grip in his panicked haste, but whoever helped him along to the orgasm that almost cost him the rest of his season found that fabric as her own personal trophy; she felt it a fitting reward for conquering the fastest feline at the school.