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Characters © respective owners", "writing": "Quite the Workout\n\nWritten by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)\nCommissioned by Jethro\n\n\nI couldn’t believe I’d failed the try out. I thought I’d been training so hard, even on land instead of in the water, swimming like a typical otter, but apparently that hadn’t quite gone to plan. Of course, a triathlon had a swimming component to it and that came naturally to me…but the rest, well, had proven to be something more of a challenge.\n\nI sighed and propped my chin on my paw as I scrolled through a selection of YouTube videos, every last one of them, apparently, to help me gain muscle. They offered different exercises and fitness programs, though looking at them like that felt like I was looking at items on a shelf: detached from actually doing or using them. It was just all so foreign to me – especially when I’d thought there was nothing really to a triathlon besides actually doing the training. Running, cycling, swimming: how much more difficult could it be?\n\nApparently so, though I was lucky enough that the injury to my knee was not all that bad: a little bit to do with over training and not building up the correct muscles to do the job. I supposed that was not too bad, though how the hell did I build up muscle? I ran my fingers over my knee, playing around the golden-furred kneecap.\n\nIt felt better, so the only thing I could do was head into the local gym, which I’d signed up for online, and see what I could get done. With a couple of basic workouts in my pocket, I wore a new pair of long training shorts and a loose T-shirt. I didn’t want to feel too restricted by my clothing in there and maybe it would hide any issues with my lifting form while I was getting used to a few movements.\n\nThe gym was moderately busy, though seemed set up for both weightlifting and cross fit with a studio for classes attached to the main building. I did my best to smile at the wolf at reception as I signed in, but he seemed entirely too chirpy for my liking and the shake of my nerves. Yet the rattle of gym equipment being racked and the duller thud of barbells being dropped, bouncing off their rubber-coated weight plates, filled the air, along with a fair bit of familiar laughter and encouragement. \n\nIt seemed like a nice place, some gym-goers in groups and others working out alone, a couple of personal trainers out on the floor too. Taking a breath, I tried not to be too intimidated by it; I had, at least, visited the gym once before to check it out before actually signing up online. It was very different, however, when there were more furs all moving about through it, my ears too sensitive to the noise filing the air.\n\nHowever, I had to do what had to be done if I wanted to get back on track for that triathlon try out in the next month. \n\n“Right,” I muttered, heading straight to the squat racks once I’d worked out on the treadmill for a bit (that was easy) and done some basic bodyweight exercise. “Time to get serious.”\n\nThe full racks were already set up for squats, so I dithered only briefly, checking that the safety pins were roughly at a good height in case I was to drop the barbell. But I wasn’t even sure what a good height was, settling for what was there instead. The barbell was easier to load up with small clips to slide on to the bar to hold the big plates in place, though I started off with sixty kilos. With that being a little less than my bodyweight, I didn’t think that would be a problem.\n\nYet I felt the weight as soon as I set the bar over my traps and sank into that squat, which had seemed so much simpler when I was just doing it in front of a mirror. My knees shook and tried to cave in, though I tensed my glutes in time and forced them back out again. I didn’t know if my knees were tracking too far over my toes or were in line, if my back was rounding or anything: all I knew was that I wanted to stand again with the weight on my back, sweating furiously.\n\n“Unff… C’mon…”\n\nSlowly, I stood, though it was harder than I could have imagined. Blinking sweat from my eyes, my golden-ish fur darkened with patches of sweat under my arms and on the insides of my thighs, soaking through my clothes. It was hardly an attractive look, but I flinched from it, grunting in the back of my throat.\n\nOne rep… That was going to have to be enough, the clamour of the rest of the gym rattling against my ears. All I had to do, as my muscles burned, was stand fully and slide forward, re-racking the barbell.\n\nYet that little voice in the back of my head told me to do another rep, just to see if I could do it with better form that time. Gritting my teeth, I puffed out air and sank low, at least managing to keep my legs somewhat more stable that time. However, it was not all that easy to stand again and my body quaked, a deep ache running through my quads as my knee twinged in warning all over again.\n\n“Ah, one moment there.”\n\nA gruff voice with a moderate accent (British? I hadn’t heard that in a while) loomed over me as I grunted, though they stepped into the full rack with me and took the weight off my traps.\n\n“Oh…”\n\nI groaned, not realising just how much the knurling had been grating into my fur. A few tufts of golden-brown flitted away as the barbell was removed. Wincing, I stepped away the moment the barbell slotted back into the hooks on the rack, though I went straight back into a big, muscular body.\n\n“Oh, sorry!”\n\nI turned quickly, though the wolf-like anthro wasn’t swift enough to get out of the way either. At first, I thought he was a wolf, but the red and blue fur with the paler slash down his front – his lack of T-shirt left little to the imagination there. Maybe one of those other types of wolves I’d seen around – Zamazenta, was it? He had a thicker ruff of fur around his neck, though that only had the effect of making him look burlier and bulkier than even he must have been.\n\n“I… Uh…”\n\nI blushed, heat rushing to my cheeks as he put a bit of distance between us.\n\n“Look, you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep trying to squat like that,” he said. “Let me show you.”\n\nThere was nothing mean in the Zamazenta’s voice, though I still squirmed a little as he helped me. \n\n“Uh, thanks,” I said, trying to smile as I got into the squat position again, his paws up on the bar, steadying it and supporting me with a spot. “It’s different to watching videos, I didn’t think it’d be this hard.\n\n“Mm,” he grunted, a thicker hint of his British accent coming through again. “You need to ask for help when you need it. Will help keep you here, working out. When furs fail quickly, they lose motivation, don’t come back.”\n\n“I get that… I’m Kyle, by the way.”\n\n“Alan.”\n\nIt seemed that was all I was going to get from him, though I didn’t mind that too much, trying not to be too distracted by his buff physique. He ducked out of the full rack for a moment, taking the weight plates on the barbell down a couple of notches. It looked like there were twenty kilos less on there and I sighed. I’d just wanted to start at a good weight.\n\n“Barbell weighs twenty too,” Alan said, seeming to notice my discontent, which was interesting that he was so perceptive there. “I’ll show you a squat, just a few corrections. Take a breath before you go down and fill your chest with air. A slight hinge at the hips, keep your back flat.”\n\nI tried to do as he said and, to be fair, it felt a lot easier with him guiding me. Knowing that nothing was going to happen if the weight was too much for me too was a relief, sinking down into a low squat and then trying to come back up.\n\n“No, no, lower than that, I’ll tell you when to stop. Think about your lower back, use your tail to feel the lower bit staying flat.”\n\nThat helped a little and I let my tail extend lightly, though I wasn’t using it for balance. I hadn’t even realised my lower back had been rounding, though I couldn’t help but suck in a short, sharp breath as his paw touched my shoulder.\n\n“Good, now back up. Squeeze your glutes and come back up.”\n\nThat was harder, the weight of the barbell trying to crush me to the floor. Grunting and sweating, I forced it up with all my might, though it was easier when that paw rested on my hip, the other under the barbell.\n\n“You got it, all the way now.”\n\nHe guided the barbell back into the hooks on the rack with me, for which I was grateful. It didn’t feel natural at all to slide forward like that, almost tipping, to get it back on to those hooks – but it still had to go there.\n\nAlan may have been a “wolf” of few words and a little rough around the edges, though I had to admit he knew his stuff. He paused with me, going through some of the workout routines I’d noted down, and nodded.\n\n“This is a basic strength routine,” he said, tapping the sheet. “It’s a good one to start with. It’s good that you found this one, you can do it three times a week, or every other day if you prefer that. Some take weekends off.”\n\nI shook my head.\n\n“Nah, I’m training,” I said resolutely. “But…yeah, this is just stuff I found online. I want to get started, but it’s hard to know what I’m doing.”\n\n“Hm.”\n\nAlan looked me up and down, though I swore there was a softer look in the corners of his eyes.\n\n“Well, I’d rather you didn’t hurt yourself here,” Alan said, though his tone made his stomach squirm in a weird and still wonderful way. “So… If you want a workout buddy for now, I’ll help you out. You’ll have to learn proper technique from me too though, so you can stay safe, do stuff on your own too.”\n\nMy heart leapt. It shouldn’t have beat as hard as it did, but I ignored it. To be fair, who wouldn’t have wanted to work out with a fit, rather attractive guy? I wasn’t a complicated otter at the heart of everything, but I tried not to stare too much at his bare chest.\n\nWith a guide, things were set and I bounced into the gym with a lot more energy when I knew Alan was in there waiting for me. And that wasn’t just because he was waiting for me, surely – I knew a bit more about what I was doing with every training session. The full-body strength routine left me nicely sore, though the Zamazenta reassured me that, at my current stage of exercise, I’d gain muscle and strength more swiftly. That was at least something motivating too – even if Alan didn’t recognise it – about working out with a guy who was that physically fit.\n\nEven though the Zamazenta had a thicker coat of fur on his body than me, it was impossible not to see the muscle definition through it – and I ached to get to touch it. I wasn’t yet all that much good as a spotter for him (assisting with bench pressing – well, that wasn’t so bad) but I didn’t really get my paws on him like he did with me. He was always touching me on the hip or the waist or a shoulder, correcting my form. Yet it did more to distract me than it did to help, my body hot with far more than simple exertion.\n\nI tried not to think about it too much, even when taking a drink and trying not to ogle him out of the corner of my eye. Yet my gaze kept going back to Alan over and over again, sweeping down over his strong, cannonball shoulders and across his pectoral muscles and, of course, admiring his abs too. Unfortunately for me, Alan didn’t always work out without a T-shirt or vest top, so some of his muscle wasn’t on view to me, even if I could take in how the shirt pulled across his chest, seeming too tight for his body no matter what he was doing.\n\nMy mind drifted while we took a break, waiting for some of the upper body machines (biceps and triceps) to be free, so he could run me through some easier exercises. The gym was quite busy that day and, still, he was the only one I saw, my tail tucking down a little more closely to my rump despite everything. My glutes felt like they were bigger and I wondered if the Zamazenta was looking at my ass in the same way I stared at his muscles.\n\nI’d…not been with a guy before. Neither had I really considered what being bisexual would mean, for I’d usually been attracted to femfurs beforehand. \n\nMaybe that was as I hadn’t seen the right guy yet? Furs said that all the time, when they were usually trying to convince someone to fuck the sex opposite to what they said they were attracted to – but, for me, I thought it was true. \n\nSo…what would it actually be like, to be under me? To feel Alan’s powerful body pushing over me, grinding deep into me? I tightened my tail hole at the thought, even though I was sure that was the last thing I should have been doing if I wanted someone to slide deeply into me back there. 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He was a good few inches taller than me, though I always seemed to find myself in a position below him, his red-furred tail lifting gently as he moved easily through his own lifts.\n\nI stared too openly at him, my jaws ever so slightly parted, tongue fluttering within with every breath that raked over it. I tried not to pant like that, though it was hard not to, not as need pooled in my core, heat clawing its way deeply into me.\n\n“Okay, your turn.”\n\nI jolted, struggling to focus as I got down for a bench press – one that I honestly felt I had down. Yet he stood over me to spot me and my vision was overtaken by the bar and his groin, the bulge of his crotch far too obvious for my eyes not to go to it instinctively. And then there were his tree-trunk thighs, so thick around that I longed to run my paws over them, squeezing the hard, ready muscle.\n\nBut I had a lift to do and I brought it down smoothly, keeping my elbows tucked in so they wouldn’t open my shoulders up too far. It was something about good form and safety, an arch in my back as I bore my shoulder blades down into the gym bench.\n\nThe bar wobbled as I got to the sixth rep, though I didn’t even know what weight was on the bar. My head tipped back and I grunted as his groin filled my vision once again, the Zamazenta moving swiftly to save me from dropping the loaded barbell on top of myself.\n\n“Oof!”\n\nI grunted, heat searing through my cheeks, making me glad for the fur that, at least, hid that from being too obvious.\n\n“Thanks,” I said, sitting up and rubbing the back of my neck. “I dunno, I just can’t get my head in it today.”\n\nI hoped that vague excuse was enough to put Alan off the scent of what was really going on with me, though he looked at me speculatively before reaching out to squeeze my shoulder. Jumping at the contact, I laughed off my reaction, though I couldn’t ignore the slow drag of his paw down my biceps.\n\nI shivered. Damn, that was hot, making heat flare up all across my body. And I couldn’t even say that was because of the workout, for we’d been mostly working on upper body stuff that day. It was still weird to me after Alan had changed up the routine, but he said it would be better for my overall muscle development for the triathlon; apparently, he had a buddy who competed in them. It was nice to have a little more information there, even if it wasn’t something Alan personally did.\n\n“Mm, I see that,” he said shortly, almost curtly. “Come on, maybe we should take a shower to clear our heads.”\n\nThat felt like it was mostly for my benefit, although I didn’t mind. It was Alan who led, since our weird gym-buddy relationship had started, so it was natural to nod and follow along. My eyes ran down his body, unfortunately wearing shorts and a T-shirt that day, though I could admire his thick, strong calves. They contracted with every step as he led the way to the locker rooms and the shower and I licked my lips, hoping nobody caught that.\n\nMaybe that one was on me, however, as we stripped down in the locker room, like we had so many times already. Still, I snuck less than discreet looks from the corner of my eye, trailing my gaze appreciatively down his body, though I kept coming back to his pecs. Having his triceps and biceps wrapped around me, however, would have been a nice second. I couldn’t have honestly picked a favourite muscle on his body if I’d tried, though I lusted for all of him.\n\nHuh. It was weird, in hindsight, that he was the first guy I’d lusted for like that. I watched intently as his thick tail swished over his rump, hanging down lightly over the backs of his thighs. I followed him to the shower, though I wasn’t trying all that hard, not anymore, not to ogle him. It was as if my willpower was fading even then, but even I could not have possibly known what was to come next.\n\nIn the showers, I tried to angle my body a little away from him, as if that would help me keep my composure. My shaft, however, wanted to thicken even them, my eyes on Alan’s back as he rolled his shoulders back, but only for a moment.\n\nFor the Zamazenta turned with a raised eyebrow, letting me see his chest and down to the light rise of his shaft. It was not unusual for guys to get a little aroused in the showers, though most tried to keep it modest. I figured if anyone saw anything they just pretended they didn’t, which was what I’d been trying to do since I’d started going to that gym with Alan. It had only been a few weeks, coming up to my second try out for the triathlon, but it felt like we’d been gym buddies forever.\n\n“Hm,” Alan grunted, though I chanced there was a twitch at the corner of his lips that could have been a hidden smile. “You want to take a closer look?”\n\nMy heart skipped a beat, giving a sudden, sharp judder in my chest.\n\n“I… Uh…”\n\n“That why you distracted?” He asked, though it was the kind of question that didn’t really require an answer. “You can, if you want.”\n\nHe seemed to grow a little briefer in how he spoke, though it didn’t come off harshly at all. Still, it was hard to think of anything at all as my heartbeat drummed furiously, my chest suddenly tight with need I had not yet truly acknowledged. With a hard swallow, I shook my head lightly, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want him.\n\n“I… You mean…”\n\nI blushed and rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly, though I stepped closer to the Zamazenta, as if my hind paws were controlled by my rising member and nothing else. There was nothing to hide there and Alan’s eyes dropped to my crotch briefly, noting my arousal. It was not as if he wasn’t in a similar semi-aroused state, however, and I had to gulp down my nerves as I followed where my lust had been leading me for weeks already. \n\nIt was much too much and I barely even knew what I was doing as I closed the distance between us. Blood roared in my ears as I raised my paws tentatively, slowly sweeping them across his shoulders, one on either side.\n\n“You can do more than that…”\n\nHe teased me gently and my heart leapt at getting to see that other side of Alan. So, I slowly took the chance to feel all over his body, taking my time.\n\nIt could have been innocent, but it wasn’t. It was never supposed to be innocent, not in the slightest, not as my paws squeezed and trailed down over his triceps and biceps, stifling a low moan by digging my teeth into my lower lip. He was so much bigger than me – though an otter didn’t usually build all that much muscle naturally, it was true. \n\n“Mm…” He rumbled softly, suddenly seeming a lot gentler with me than he had been in our previous workouts together. “Lower.”\n\nI obeyed him, for that felt like the right thing to do, though I leaned in impulsively and kissed his chest, feeling the firm muscle contract lightly under my touch. That was nice, very nice… But I still worked my way lower, as directed, and nuzzled faintly into his abs, letting my fingers trace the outline of each and every one in a form of worship. I let my muzzle tip back up briefly, admiring his silhouette, licking and kissing faintly back over my pecs before I slipped all the way down, my legs folding. \n\nHis shaft throbbed swiftly up to full hardness, pulsing faintly – though I dared not touch it, not yet. Only when I was down on my knees and my face was levelling with his throbbing hard-on did I ask for that final permission, what I had craved all along.\n\n“Can I…lick it?” I breathed, the shower pouring over me, my fur slick to my skin despite that waterproof layer of otter-fur. “Please?”\n\nAlan nodded, his lips breaking into a slight smile. I could only take the permission I’d been granted and push onward with my failing courage, my lips pursing softly over the head of Alan’s cock.\n\nI kissed it wetly, my lips slightly parted, and moaned without thinking about it. It was just as well the gym was quiet that day, for I didn’t know what I would do if someone walked in on us in the showers. Too far gone in lust, I was sure I would not have even been able to stop, slowly lapping down the length of his cock, exploring the thick meat.\n\nI didn’t want to leave an inch untouched as I kissed and nuzzled along it, using my lips and tongue in turn, wanting him to feel as good as he was making me. Alan had already given me so much with just the workouts – and then I got to kiss and worship his body? Maybe I was dreaming.\n\nThe hard floor of the showers told me I wasn’t, my tail shifting lightly from side to side in an imitation of a wag, though I was still quite comfortable where I was. Slowly, I pulled back, parting my lips and sucking on the head of his cock. It strained my jaw lightly, though not too badly.\n\nAlan’s hand rested on my head, though he didn’t push me down, as if he was taking his time and not wanting me to take things too quickly.\n\n“Have you seen guys doing this online?” He teased, insinuating perhaps that it was both my first time – and maybe that I tried to replicate things I had seen, in browsing. “Open up, take it inside.”\n\nI hesitated only briefly before half-lidding my eyes and sliding down the length of his cock, taking as much of it inside as I could. It wasn’t all that difficult, in hindsight, though my cheeks still pouched out as I groaned in the back of my throat.\n\nSucking a cock… Okay, well, it was pretty awkward for a first time, but Alan’s gentle paw on my head guided me, encouraging me to open my mouth a little more and take my time. My tongue cradled his length gently, for that felt like the right place for it to sit, and he rolled his hips, grinding his cock a little more deeply into my maw.\n\n“Mmm…”\n\nI moaned around him, though the moment was right as I sucked him into the back of my mouth, not quite taking the head of his shaft into my throat. That felt like it would have been a little too much, at the very least, for a first time, though the moment was all mine to take as I willed.\n\nStill, I tried to look up at him and admire his muscles even as I learned how to suck his cock. The Zamazenta groaned out loud and my heart surged to know I was having such an effect on him, even if the twitching of his hardness within my muzzle should have been enough too.\n\nHis paw rested on my head and the other on my shoulder, though that felt like it was a bigger gesture of affection from him. I quivered, letting myself sink into the moment as I bobbed my head on his cock, growing increasingly confident with every slurp. Lewdly sucking at the head of his shaft, I quivered as a spurt of pre-cum landed on my tongue. It was slick and clinging, though I swallowed it down too swiftly, enjoying the treat and surprising even myself, to really understand more about it. \n\n“How do you feel about going further?”\n\nI swallowed hard and slowly withdrew from his cock, the head popping free of my lips with a small splatter of saliva and water, mixed with a hint of pre-cum. \n\n“Mm… Maybe?”\n\nI blushed shyly, though leaned readily into Alan’s paws as he took my weight from me, though my head spun. I flipped down and grabbed on to his hips as I was faced with his cock once more, my legs up in the air. My tail was left facing him, but it draped down as he lapped against my tail hole, instantly showing me exactly why we’d needed the shift in position.\n\n“Ohhh…”\n\nI didn’t want to leave him out as I let the back of my head press all the way back against his lower abdomen. Strangely enough, the unconventional position, sixty-nining in a sense, put my muzzle close to his cock and I gladly took it back into my mouth, sucking and slurping with increasingly wild abandon. It was easier with his tongue playing over my tight hole and I relaxed against him, heat pooling in my body as if it was already about to explode. \n\nHis cock twitched within my mouth, giving me more delicious pre-cum, though that drooled back out again, due to the position. Whining, I closed my lips more tightly around him in a seal, wanting every drop he had to give. \n\n“Mmm… Nice…mouth…you have…”\n\nAlan’s breath wafted over my tail hole, though the water trickling over my tighter pucker cooled it instantly. I ached for more, wanting more, wondering at how I could ever have held back from a guy like Alan for so long already. His tongue wantonly dug into my anal ring, as if he was there purely to pry it open, and my only lament with the position was that I was not quite poised to admire his muscles in quite the way I’d become used to.\n\nThere had to be some sacrifices, however, for getting with a guy like that. And he was proud to be able to get his ass eaten as he relished in having another male’s cock in his mouth for the very first time.\n\nThe Zamazenta, however, clearly hungered for more and I relished in the tremors running through the wolf-like anthro as he pressed me against his body. Even with my head tipped back all the way, he had to hold me steady, for it was him supporting all my weight at once.\n\nAlan, however, raised me higher, leaving my lips briefly straining after the slick head of his cock, his fur soaked from the shower and wonderfully defining his muscles even more than before. Still, he set me back down as gently as he could, one eyebrow raised.\n\n“Shall we get it over with?” He grunted, though I swore there was a laugh hidden behind his words. “You’re ready…”\n\nI knew I was and I willingly turned around to brace my paws on the wall with my fingers splayed. It seemed right and the Zamazenta towered over me as I arched my back, lifting my tail up and out of the way as much as I felt able. \n\nThe head of his cock twitched at my tail hole and I chirped in a very otter-like fashion. Shivering there, I waited, relaxing as much as I could as he applied pressure and slowly pushed into me.\n\nHe took his time: I could tell. Yet it felt like he was spearing deep into my core, spreading open a part of me that had never been stretched in that manner. I moaned and ducked my head between my arms, needing everything he had to give in that moment, though it surprised me how slow he began.\n\n“Unff… I can…take more,” I forced out, though Alan only grunted. “Please…”\n\nFor I needed it more than I could ever have imagined, my heart surging, blood pumping with electric intensity through my brains. It was more invigorating than any workout, his cock pumping slowly, back and forth, within my ass, my cock somehow remaining hard. In fact, I ached with need, rolling my hips back desperately into every stroke, though I was not in sync with Alan.\n\nHe growled, grabbing my right hip to hold me in place while he thrust. Grinding in deep, thrust after thrust, he claimed me, though I was right where I wanted to be. I squeezed around him, wanting to feel just how big he could “be” inside me, if I applied just a little more pressure.\n\n“Unff… Tight little thing.”\n\nAlan growled in my ear, ducking his head down over me, though I settled there. His cock felt too good inside me: not too big and not too small. Or maybe he was just good at preparing a partner for sex. I’d never have thought of the rimming to get someone ready, probably would have just gone for lube or something like that. He hadn’t gone hard right away either, taking things slowly and patiently so I could get used to the size of his shaft penetrating me so very deeply.\n\nYet he did as I asked, slowly driving deeper and harder into me, until I couldn’t back my cries. The slap of his hips bounced off my ass with every stroke and I moaned aloud, the sound of our lust echoing off the shower room walls. Still, it was empty and every sound seemed to stretch out longer than it had any right to, even the Zamazenta letting out a throaty grunt as he powered in deeply.\n\nThat was so good and I quivered under him as Alan reached around, stroking my cock in turn. His paw pumped my shaft as he ground more rampantly into my ass, stretching me out as he took pleasure at the same time as giving in.\n\n“Oh… Ohhhh!”\n\nI moaned and tried to rock back against him, but the Zamazenta held me fast, right where he wanted him. I could only brace there, holding on to the wall with all my might, sore arms stiffened while he ground into me. My backside strained, cock throbbing in his hold – and then I was gone and over the edge, spilling my seed with his paw closed around my cock and his dick shoved deep into my ass.\n\nHe grunted, pounding me more fervently, short, sharp strokes slamming into me. My body ached with every thrust, feeling his power rippling through every stroke, though I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.\n\nHe stayed deep inside me, though I was too far gone to feel the hot wash of his cum pumping up inside me. I was in my right mind enough to feel the drool of his semen leaking out the tight seal of my tail hole around his member, however, rocking my hips back weakly to him. I wanted him to know how good he made me feel, though my cum was already dripping down his paw too. Some had already been washed away by the shower, though we were only half under one by that point. \n\nStrained, we remained there, caught in a moment that seemed to stretch on forever. We heaved and panted, though I seemed a lot louder than him as air raked its way down my windpipe. I groaned, wiggling my hips as he slowly slid from me, the tentative slide of his dragging cock easing from me and making me want to grind back on to him all over again.\n\nI’d only had him inside me once and, still, I wanted it again. What did that mean for me? Well, I definitely liked guys, that was a fact, and I swallowed the dryness in my mouth as I ran my eyes down his front again, from his shoulders to his pecs to his abs and those muscular thighs of his.\n\nDamn… I was lucky. \n\n“Uh…” I grinned, trying to hide my shyness while the Zamazenta stepped back under the water, seemingly pleased with himself. “That was…great. Can we…maybe do that again, sometime?”\n\nAlan grinned in turn.\n\n“Sure…as long as we keep training together.”\n\nGetting off in the showers, together, or even going out to one of our cars became the norm after that, though I would never fully be able to tell whether it was working out that had me so excited or being with Alan. Getting to realise my needs with another male was something else entirely, but it was watching the flex and contraction of strong, firm muscles that really got me going, spending as much time in what could be considered foreplay for me as sex itself.\n\nBut that was okay. It was all about exploring…and working out too. Whenever we needed to relieve our needs or stress, we got together.\n\nEven though I said we were only going to train together until my second try out, we still continued. It worked for us. For there was something more to the relationship I had with Alan than I could have anticipated… \n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Quite the Workout

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)
Commissioned by Jethro


I couldn’t believe I’d failed the try out. I thought I’d been training so hard, even on land instead of in the water, swimming like a typical otter, but apparently that hadn’t quite gone to plan. Of course, a triathlon had a swimming component to it and that came naturally to me…but the rest, well, had proven to be something more of a challenge.

I sighed and propped my chin on my paw as I scrolled through a selection of YouTube videos, every last one of them, apparently, to help me gain muscle. They offered different exercises and fitness programs, though looking at them like that felt like I was looking at items on a shelf: detached from actually doing or using them. It was just all so foreign to me – especially when I’d thought there was nothing really to a triathlon besides actually doing the training. Running, cycling, swimming: how much more difficult could it be?

Apparently so, though I was lucky enough that the injury to my knee was not all that bad: a little bit to do with over training and not building up the correct muscles to do the job. I supposed that was not too bad, though how the hell did I build up muscle? I ran my fingers over my knee, playing around the golden-furred kneecap.

It felt better, so the only thing I could do was head into the local gym, which I’d signed up for online, and see what I could get done. With a couple of basic workouts in my pocket, I wore a new pair of long training shorts and a loose T-shirt. I didn’t want to feel too restricted by my clothing in there and maybe it would hide any issues with my lifting form while I was getting used to a few movements.

The gym was moderately busy, though seemed set up for both weightlifting and cross fit with a studio for classes attached to the main building. I did my best to smile at the wolf at reception as I signed in, but he seemed entirely too chirpy for my liking and the shake of my nerves. Yet the rattle of gym equipment being racked and the duller thud of barbells being dropped, bouncing off their rubber-coated weight plates, filled the air, along with a fair bit of familiar laughter and encouragement.

It seemed like a nice place, some gym-goers in groups and others working out alone, a couple of personal trainers out on the floor too. Taking a breath, I tried not to be too intimidated by it; I had, at least, visited the gym once before to check it out before actually signing up online. It was very different, however, when there were more furs all moving about through it, my ears too sensitive to the noise filing the air.

However, I had to do what had to be done if I wanted to get back on track for that triathlon try out in the next month.

“Right,” I muttered, heading straight to the squat racks once I’d worked out on the treadmill for a bit (that was easy) and done some basic bodyweight exercise. “Time to get serious.”

The full racks were already set up for squats, so I dithered only briefly, checking that the safety pins were roughly at a good height in case I was to drop the barbell. But I wasn’t even sure what a good height was, settling for what was there instead. The barbell was easier to load up with small clips to slide on to the bar to hold the big plates in place, though I started off with sixty kilos. With that being a little less than my bodyweight, I didn’t think that would be a problem.

Yet I felt the weight as soon as I set the bar over my traps and sank into that squat, which had seemed so much simpler when I was just doing it in front of a mirror. My knees shook and tried to cave in, though I tensed my glutes in time and forced them back out again. I didn’t know if my knees were tracking too far over my toes or were in line, if my back was rounding or anything: all I knew was that I wanted to stand again with the weight on my back, sweating furiously.

“Unff… C’mon…”

Slowly, I stood, though it was harder than I could have imagined. Blinking sweat from my eyes, my golden-ish fur darkened with patches of sweat under my arms and on the insides of my thighs, soaking through my clothes. It was hardly an attractive look, but I flinched from it, grunting in the back of my throat.

One rep… That was going to have to be enough, the clamour of the rest of the gym rattling against my ears. All I had to do, as my muscles burned, was stand fully and slide forward, re-racking the barbell.

Yet that little voice in the back of my head told me to do another rep, just to see if I could do it with better form that time. Gritting my teeth, I puffed out air and sank low, at least managing to keep my legs somewhat more stable that time. However, it was not all that easy to stand again and my body quaked, a deep ache running through my quads as my knee twinged in warning all over again.

“Ah, one moment there.”

A gruff voice with a moderate accent (British? I hadn’t heard that in a while) loomed over me as I grunted, though they stepped into the full rack with me and took the weight off my traps.

“Oh…”

I groaned, not realising just how much the knurling had been grating into my fur. A few tufts of golden-brown flitted away as the barbell was removed. Wincing, I stepped away the moment the barbell slotted back into the hooks on the rack, though I went straight back into a big, muscular body.

“Oh, sorry!”

I turned quickly, though the wolf-like anthro wasn’t swift enough to get out of the way either. At first, I thought he was a wolf, but the red and blue fur with the paler slash down his front – his lack of T-shirt left little to the imagination there. Maybe one of those other types of wolves I’d seen around – Zamazenta, was it? He had a thicker ruff of fur around his neck, though that only had the effect of making him look burlier and bulkier than even he must have been.

“I… Uh…”

I blushed, heat rushing to my cheeks as he put a bit of distance between us.

“Look, you’re going to hurt yourself if you keep trying to squat like that,” he said. “Let me show you.”

There was nothing mean in the Zamazenta’s voice, though I still squirmed a little as he helped me.

“Uh, thanks,” I said, trying to smile as I got into the squat position again, his paws up on the bar, steadying it and supporting me with a spot. “It’s different to watching videos, I didn’t think it’d be this hard.

“Mm,” he grunted, a thicker hint of his British accent coming through again. “You need to ask for help when you need it. Will help keep you here, working out. When furs fail quickly, they lose motivation, don’t come back.”

“I get that… I’m Kyle, by the way.”

“Alan.”

It seemed that was all I was going to get from him, though I didn’t mind that too much, trying not to be too distracted by his buff physique. He ducked out of the full rack for a moment, taking the weight plates on the barbell down a couple of notches. It looked like there were twenty kilos less on there and I sighed. I’d just wanted to start at a good weight.

“Barbell weighs twenty too,” Alan said, seeming to notice my discontent, which was interesting that he was so perceptive there. “I’ll show you a squat, just a few corrections. Take a breath before you go down and fill your chest with air. A slight hinge at the hips, keep your back flat.”

I tried to do as he said and, to be fair, it felt a lot easier with him guiding me. Knowing that nothing was going to happen if the weight was too much for me too was a relief, sinking down into a low squat and then trying to come back up.

“No, no, lower than that, I’ll tell you when to stop. Think about your lower back, use your tail to feel the lower bit staying flat.”

That helped a little and I let my tail extend lightly, though I wasn’t using it for balance. I hadn’t even realised my lower back had been rounding, though I couldn’t help but suck in a short, sharp breath as his paw touched my shoulder.

“Good, now back up. Squeeze your glutes and come back up.”

That was harder, the weight of the barbell trying to crush me to the floor. Grunting and sweating, I forced it up with all my might, though it was easier when that paw rested on my hip, the other under the barbell.

“You got it, all the way now.”

He guided the barbell back into the hooks on the rack with me, for which I was grateful. It didn’t feel natural at all to slide forward like that, almost tipping, to get it back on to those hooks – but it still had to go there.

Alan may have been a “wolf” of few words and a little rough around the edges, though I had to admit he knew his stuff. He paused with me, going through some of the workout routines I’d noted down, and nodded.

“This is a basic strength routine,” he said, tapping the sheet. “It’s a good one to start with. It’s good that you found this one, you can do it three times a week, or every other day if you prefer that. Some take weekends off.”

I shook my head.

“Nah, I’m training,” I said resolutely. “But…yeah, this is just stuff I found online. I want to get started, but it’s hard to know what I’m doing.”

“Hm.”

Alan looked me up and down, though I swore there was a softer look in the corners of his eyes.

“Well, I’d rather you didn’t hurt yourself here,” Alan said, though his tone made his stomach squirm in a weird and still wonderful way. “So… If you want a workout buddy for now, I’ll help you out. You’ll have to learn proper technique from me too though, so you can stay safe, do stuff on your own too.”

My heart leapt. It shouldn’t have beat as hard as it did, but I ignored it. To be fair, who wouldn’t have wanted to work out with a fit, rather attractive guy? I wasn’t a complicated otter at the heart of everything, but I tried not to stare too much at his bare chest.

With a guide, things were set and I bounced into the gym with a lot more energy when I knew Alan was in there waiting for me. And that wasn’t just because he was waiting for me, surely – I knew a bit more about what I was doing with every training session. The full-body strength routine left me nicely sore, though the Zamazenta reassured me that, at my current stage of exercise, I’d gain muscle and strength more swiftly. That was at least something motivating too – even if Alan didn’t recognise it – about working out with a guy who was that physically fit.

Even though the Zamazenta had a thicker coat of fur on his body than me, it was impossible not to see the muscle definition through it – and I ached to get to touch it. I wasn’t yet all that much good as a spotter for him (assisting with bench pressing – well, that wasn’t so bad) but I didn’t really get my paws on him like he did with me. He was always touching me on the hip or the waist or a shoulder, correcting my form. Yet it did more to distract me than it did to help, my body hot with far more than simple exertion.

I tried not to think about it too much, even when taking a drink and trying not to ogle him out of the corner of my eye. Yet my gaze kept going back to Alan over and over again, sweeping down over his strong, cannonball shoulders and across his pectoral muscles and, of course, admiring his abs too. Unfortunately for me, Alan didn’t always work out without a T-shirt or vest top, so some of his muscle wasn’t on view to me, even if I could take in how the shirt pulled across his chest, seeming too tight for his body no matter what he was doing.

My mind drifted while we took a break, waiting for some of the upper body machines (biceps and triceps) to be free, so he could run me through some easier exercises. The gym was quite busy that day and, still, he was the only one I saw, my tail tucking down a little more closely to my rump despite everything. My glutes felt like they were bigger and I wondered if the Zamazenta was looking at my ass in the same way I stared at his muscles.

I’d…not been with a guy before. Neither had I really considered what being bisexual would mean, for I’d usually been attracted to femfurs beforehand.

Maybe that was as I hadn’t seen the right guy yet? Furs said that all the time, when they were usually trying to convince someone to fuck the sex opposite to what they said they were attracted to – but, for me, I thought it was true.

So…what would it actually be like, to be under me? To feel Alan’s powerful body pushing over me, grinding deep into me? I tightened my tail hole at the thought, even though I was sure that was the last thing I should have been doing if I wanted someone to slide deeply into me back there. But I didn’t know what else to think or feel as I struggled not to slip too deeply into my fantasies, my shaft thickening in my shorts right there in the middle of the gym.

Thankfully, there was no one there looking at me too closely – and working out quickly made the mild hardness of my member go down. Yet I stared at Alan a little too much after that moment, watching him even in the showers when we both stripped down. I never quite got a look at how big he was down there, however, my curiosity sparking off even more heated fantasies than ever before.

A few days later, I couldn’t focus at all on my lifts, even though I was pushing more weight than ever – and honestly pretty proud of my progress too. The gym, at the very least, seemed quieter that day, though that gave me very little distraction at all from Alan looming over me. He was a good few inches taller than me, though I always seemed to find myself in a position below him, his red-furred tail lifting gently as he moved easily through his own lifts.

I stared too openly at him, my jaws ever so slightly parted, tongue fluttering within with every breath that raked over it. I tried not to pant like that, though it was hard not to, not as need pooled in my core, heat clawing its way deeply into me.

“Okay, your turn.”

I jolted, struggling to focus as I got down for a bench press – one that I honestly felt I had down. Yet he stood over me to spot me and my vision was overtaken by the bar and his groin, the bulge of his crotch far too obvious for my eyes not to go to it instinctively. And then there were his tree-trunk thighs, so thick around that I longed to run my paws over them, squeezing the hard, ready muscle.

But I had a lift to do and I brought it down smoothly, keeping my elbows tucked in so they wouldn’t open my shoulders up too far. It was something about good form and safety, an arch in my back as I bore my shoulder blades down into the gym bench.

The bar wobbled as I got to the sixth rep, though I didn’t even know what weight was on the bar. My head tipped back and I grunted as his groin filled my vision once again, the Zamazenta moving swiftly to save me from dropping the loaded barbell on top of myself.

“Oof!”

I grunted, heat searing through my cheeks, making me glad for the fur that, at least, hid that from being too obvious.

“Thanks,” I said, sitting up and rubbing the back of my neck. “I dunno, I just can’t get my head in it today.”

I hoped that vague excuse was enough to put Alan off the scent of what was really going on with me, though he looked at me speculatively before reaching out to squeeze my shoulder. Jumping at the contact, I laughed off my reaction, though I couldn’t ignore the slow drag of his paw down my biceps.

I shivered. Damn, that was hot, making heat flare up all across my body. And I couldn’t even say that was because of the workout, for we’d been mostly working on upper body stuff that day. It was still weird to me after Alan had changed up the routine, but he said it would be better for my overall muscle development for the triathlon; apparently, he had a buddy who competed in them. It was nice to have a little more information there, even if it wasn’t something Alan personally did.

“Mm, I see that,” he said shortly, almost curtly. “Come on, maybe we should take a shower to clear our heads.”

That felt like it was mostly for my benefit, although I didn’t mind. It was Alan who led, since our weird gym-buddy relationship had started, so it was natural to nod and follow along. My eyes ran down his body, unfortunately wearing shorts and a T-shirt that day, though I could admire his thick, strong calves. They contracted with every step as he led the way to the locker rooms and the shower and I licked my lips, hoping nobody caught that.

Maybe that one was on me, however, as we stripped down in the locker room, like we had so many times already. Still, I snuck less than discreet looks from the corner of my eye, trailing my gaze appreciatively down his body, though I kept coming back to his pecs. Having his triceps and biceps wrapped around me, however, would have been a nice second. I couldn’t have honestly picked a favourite muscle on his body if I’d tried, though I lusted for all of him.

Huh. It was weird, in hindsight, that he was the first guy I’d lusted for like that. I watched intently as his thick tail swished over his rump, hanging down lightly over the backs of his thighs. I followed him to the shower, though I wasn’t trying all that hard, not anymore, not to ogle him. It was as if my willpower was fading even then, but even I could not have possibly known what was to come next.

In the showers, I tried to angle my body a little away from him, as if that would help me keep my composure. My shaft, however, wanted to thicken even them, my eyes on Alan’s back as he rolled his shoulders back, but only for a moment.

For the Zamazenta turned with a raised eyebrow, letting me see his chest and down to the light rise of his shaft. It was not unusual for guys to get a little aroused in the showers, though most tried to keep it modest. I figured if anyone saw anything they just pretended they didn’t, which was what I’d been trying to do since I’d started going to that gym with Alan. It had only been a few weeks, coming up to my second try out for the triathlon, but it felt like we’d been gym buddies forever.

“Hm,” Alan grunted, though I chanced there was a twitch at the corner of his lips that could have been a hidden smile. “You want to take a closer look?”

My heart skipped a beat, giving a sudden, sharp judder in my chest.

“I… Uh…”

“That why you distracted?” He asked, though it was the kind of question that didn’t really require an answer. “You can, if you want.”

He seemed to grow a little briefer in how he spoke, though it didn’t come off harshly at all. Still, it was hard to think of anything at all as my heartbeat drummed furiously, my chest suddenly tight with need I had not yet truly acknowledged. With a hard swallow, I shook my head lightly, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want him.

“I… You mean…”

I blushed and rubbed the back of my neck sheepishly, though I stepped closer to the Zamazenta, as if my hind paws were controlled by my rising member and nothing else. There was nothing to hide there and Alan’s eyes dropped to my crotch briefly, noting my arousal. It was not as if he wasn’t in a similar semi-aroused state, however, and I had to gulp down my nerves as I followed where my lust had been leading me for weeks already.

It was much too much and I barely even knew what I was doing as I closed the distance between us. Blood roared in my ears as I raised my paws tentatively, slowly sweeping them across his shoulders, one on either side.

“You can do more than that…”

He teased me gently and my heart leapt at getting to see that other side of Alan. So, I slowly took the chance to feel all over his body, taking my time.

It could have been innocent, but it wasn’t. It was never supposed to be innocent, not in the slightest, not as my paws squeezed and trailed down over his triceps and biceps, stifling a low moan by digging my teeth into my lower lip. He was so much bigger than me – though an otter didn’t usually build all that much muscle naturally, it was true.

“Mm…” He rumbled softly, suddenly seeming a lot gentler with me than he had been in our previous workouts together. “Lower.”

I obeyed him, for that felt like the right thing to do, though I leaned in impulsively and kissed his chest, feeling the firm muscle contract lightly under my touch. That was nice, very nice… But I still worked my way lower, as directed, and nuzzled faintly into his abs, letting my fingers trace the outline of each and every one in a form of worship. I let my muzzle tip back up briefly, admiring his silhouette, licking and kissing faintly back over my pecs before I slipped all the way down, my legs folding.

His shaft throbbed swiftly up to full hardness, pulsing faintly – though I dared not touch it, not yet. Only when I was down on my knees and my face was levelling with his throbbing hard-on did I ask for that final permission, what I had craved all along.

“Can I…lick it?” I breathed, the shower pouring over me, my fur slick to my skin despite that waterproof layer of otter-fur. “Please?”

Alan nodded, his lips breaking into a slight smile. I could only take the permission I’d been granted and push onward with my failing courage, my lips pursing softly over the head of Alan’s cock.

I kissed it wetly, my lips slightly parted, and moaned without thinking about it. It was just as well the gym was quiet that day, for I didn’t know what I would do if someone walked in on us in the showers. Too far gone in lust, I was sure I would not have even been able to stop, slowly lapping down the length of his cock, exploring the thick meat.

I didn’t want to leave an inch untouched as I kissed and nuzzled along it, using my lips and tongue in turn, wanting him to feel as good as he was making me. Alan had already given me so much with just the workouts – and then I got to kiss and worship his body? Maybe I was dreaming.

The hard floor of the showers told me I wasn’t, my tail shifting lightly from side to side in an imitation of a wag, though I was still quite comfortable where I was. Slowly, I pulled back, parting my lips and sucking on the head of his cock. It strained my jaw lightly, though not too badly.

Alan’s hand rested on my head, though he didn’t push me down, as if he was taking his time and not wanting me to take things too quickly.

“Have you seen guys doing this online?” He teased, insinuating perhaps that it was both my first time – and maybe that I tried to replicate things I had seen, in browsing. “Open up, take it inside.”

I hesitated only briefly before half-lidding my eyes and sliding down the length of his cock, taking as much of it inside as I could. It wasn’t all that difficult, in hindsight, though my cheeks still pouched out as I groaned in the back of my throat.

Sucking a cock… Okay, well, it was pretty awkward for a first time, but Alan’s gentle paw on my head guided me, encouraging me to open my mouth a little more and take my time. My tongue cradled his length gently, for that felt like the right place for it to sit, and he rolled his hips, grinding his cock a little more deeply into my maw.

“Mmm…”

I moaned around him, though the moment was right as I sucked him into the back of my mouth, not quite taking the head of his shaft into my throat. That felt like it would have been a little too much, at the very least, for a first time, though the moment was all mine to take as I willed.

Still, I tried to look up at him and admire his muscles even as I learned how to suck his cock. The Zamazenta groaned out loud and my heart surged to know I was having such an effect on him, even if the twitching of his hardness within my muzzle should have been enough too.

His paw rested on my head and the other on my shoulder, though that felt like it was a bigger gesture of affection from him. I quivered, letting myself sink into the moment as I bobbed my head on his cock, growing increasingly confident with every slurp. Lewdly sucking at the head of his shaft, I quivered as a spurt of pre-cum landed on my tongue. It was slick and clinging, though I swallowed it down too swiftly, enjoying the treat and surprising even myself, to really understand more about it.

“How do you feel about going further?”

I swallowed hard and slowly withdrew from his cock, the head popping free of my lips with a small splatter of saliva and water, mixed with a hint of pre-cum.

“Mm… Maybe?”

I blushed shyly, though leaned readily into Alan’s paws as he took my weight from me, though my head spun. I flipped down and grabbed on to his hips as I was faced with his cock once more, my legs up in the air. My tail was left facing him, but it draped down as he lapped against my tail hole, instantly showing me exactly why we’d needed the shift in position.

“Ohhh…”

I didn’t want to leave him out as I let the back of my head press all the way back against his lower abdomen. Strangely enough, the unconventional position, sixty-nining in a sense, put my muzzle close to his cock and I gladly took it back into my mouth, sucking and slurping with increasingly wild abandon. It was easier with his tongue playing over my tight hole and I relaxed against him, heat pooling in my body as if it was already about to explode.

His cock twitched within my mouth, giving me more delicious pre-cum, though that drooled back out again, due to the position. Whining, I closed my lips more tightly around him in a seal, wanting every drop he had to give.

“Mmm… Nice…mouth…you have…”

Alan’s breath wafted over my tail hole, though the water trickling over my tighter pucker cooled it instantly. I ached for more, wanting more, wondering at how I could ever have held back from a guy like Alan for so long already. His tongue wantonly dug into my anal ring, as if he was there purely to pry it open, and my only lament with the position was that I was not quite poised to admire his muscles in quite the way I’d become used to.

There had to be some sacrifices, however, for getting with a guy like that. And he was proud to be able to get his ass eaten as he relished in having another male’s cock in his mouth for the very first time.

The Zamazenta, however, clearly hungered for more and I relished in the tremors running through the wolf-like anthro as he pressed me against his body. Even with my head tipped back all the way, he had to hold me steady, for it was him supporting all my weight at once.

Alan, however, raised me higher, leaving my lips briefly straining after the slick head of his cock, his fur soaked from the shower and wonderfully defining his muscles even more than before. Still, he set me back down as gently as he could, one eyebrow raised.

“Shall we get it over with?” He grunted, though I swore there was a laugh hidden behind his words. “You’re ready…”

I knew I was and I willingly turned around to brace my paws on the wall with my fingers splayed. It seemed right and the Zamazenta towered over me as I arched my back, lifting my tail up and out of the way as much as I felt able.

The head of his cock twitched at my tail hole and I chirped in a very otter-like fashion. Shivering there, I waited, relaxing as much as I could as he applied pressure and slowly pushed into me.

He took his time: I could tell. Yet it felt like he was spearing deep into my core, spreading open a part of me that had never been stretched in that manner. I moaned and ducked my head between my arms, needing everything he had to give in that moment, though it surprised me how slow he began.

“Unff… I can…take more,” I forced out, though Alan only grunted. “Please…”

For I needed it more than I could ever have imagined, my heart surging, blood pumping with electric intensity through my brains. It was more invigorating than any workout, his cock pumping slowly, back and forth, within my ass, my cock somehow remaining hard. In fact, I ached with need, rolling my hips back desperately into every stroke, though I was not in sync with Alan.

He growled, grabbing my right hip to hold me in place while he thrust. Grinding in deep, thrust after thrust, he claimed me, though I was right where I wanted to be. I squeezed around him, wanting to feel just how big he could “be” inside me, if I applied just a little more pressure.

“Unff… Tight little thing.”

Alan growled in my ear, ducking his head down over me, though I settled there. His cock felt too good inside me: not too big and not too small. Or maybe he was just good at preparing a partner for sex. I’d never have thought of the rimming to get someone ready, probably would have just gone for lube or something like that. He hadn’t gone hard right away either, taking things slowly and patiently so I could get used to the size of his shaft penetrating me so very deeply.

Yet he did as I asked, slowly driving deeper and harder into me, until I couldn’t back my cries. The slap of his hips bounced off my ass with every stroke and I moaned aloud, the sound of our lust echoing off the shower room walls. Still, it was empty and every sound seemed to stretch out longer than it had any right to, even the Zamazenta letting out a throaty grunt as he powered in deeply.

That was so good and I quivered under him as Alan reached around, stroking my cock in turn. His paw pumped my shaft as he ground more rampantly into my ass, stretching me out as he took pleasure at the same time as giving in.

“Oh… Ohhhh!”

I moaned and tried to rock back against him, but the Zamazenta held me fast, right where he wanted him. I could only brace there, holding on to the wall with all my might, sore arms stiffened while he ground into me. My backside strained, cock throbbing in his hold – and then I was gone and over the edge, spilling my seed with his paw closed around my cock and his dick shoved deep into my ass.

He grunted, pounding me more fervently, short, sharp strokes slamming into me. My body ached with every thrust, feeling his power rippling through every stroke, though I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

He stayed deep inside me, though I was too far gone to feel the hot wash of his cum pumping up inside me. I was in my right mind enough to feel the drool of his semen leaking out the tight seal of my tail hole around his member, however, rocking my hips back weakly to him. I wanted him to know how good he made me feel, though my cum was already dripping down his paw too. Some had already been washed away by the shower, though we were only half under one by that point.

Strained, we remained there, caught in a moment that seemed to stretch on forever. We heaved and panted, though I seemed a lot louder than him as air raked its way down my windpipe. I groaned, wiggling my hips as he slowly slid from me, the tentative slide of his dragging cock easing from me and making me want to grind back on to him all over again.

I’d only had him inside me once and, still, I wanted it again. What did that mean for me? Well, I definitely liked guys, that was a fact, and I swallowed the dryness in my mouth as I ran my eyes down his front again, from his shoulders to his pecs to his abs and those muscular thighs of his.

Damn… I was lucky.

“Uh…” I grinned, trying to hide my shyness while the Zamazenta stepped back under the water, seemingly pleased with himself. “That was…great. Can we…maybe do that again, sometime?”

Alan grinned in turn.

“Sure…as long as we keep training together.”

Getting off in the showers, together, or even going out to one of our cars became the norm after that, though I would never fully be able to tell whether it was working out that had me so excited or being with Alan. Getting to realise my needs with another male was something else entirely, but it was watching the flex and contraction of strong, firm muscles that really got me going, spending as much time in what could be considered foreplay for me as sex itself.

But that was okay. It was all about exploring…and working out too. Whenever we needed to relieve our needs or stress, we got together.

Even though I said we were only going to train together until my second try out, we still continued. It worked for us. For there was something more to the relationship I had with Alan than I could have anticipated…


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