Gym Showers - Paws Only
#1 of Gym Showers
It's closing time at the gym, but Rodger the tiger has a few more reps to do...and he needs a really good shower to get all that musk and sweat off after a good, hard workout...wouldn't you agree?
Okay, so I decided to write something I could do and post in small installments, to keep my creative juices flowing, and nothing too serious, of course, but hopefully enjoyable, however! And no nasty gruffhangers...well, maybe little ones, but only in good fun, and lots of FUN too, if you know what I mean...*chuckle*...so, enjoy, please, tell me what you think, drop a comment, fave, vote, watch, and have a good time!
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"...76...nghhh...77..."
"Alright, guys, time to pack it up, the doors are closing in half an hour!"
Rodger's taut, concentrated tail gave a small flap against the leather of the bench while his ears, rushing with blood, registered the familiar, hollering voice.
"...78..."
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The muscles in the tiger's thick arms flexed and burned as he took a deep breath and gathered his effort for the next rep.
"...79..."
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Sweat poured over his chest and his muzzle, but Rodger did not care. His nose was filled with the combination of musk, steel and sweat, the smell he always associated with gyms, and his own body, in this act of pushing himself to the limits.
The tiger let out a satisfied grunt along with the click of the bar against the metal.
Once more.
"...80..."
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BANG!
The weights came down with finality that suited the last rep of the night well. Rodger lowered his burning arms and breathed out hotly, rumbling to his heart's content while he took a couple of moments to steady his breaths and simply enjoy the utter content that came with hard exercise. Sure, he knew he was going to be sore next morning, and maybe stiff, too, but the burn for now filled his entire body with satisfaction, the odd pleasure somewhere between pain and enjoyment, from his pursuit of seeing just what his body was good for.
Rodger didn't get to revel in the feelings for too long tonight, though, because soon a familiar, tall shape was found to be hovering over him. The tiger blinked with his sweaty eyes and allowed them to fix on the broad snout of the grinning brown bull towering above.
"Heyo, Rod!" the bull grinned.
Rodger flicked up his left thumb and smiled in return.
"Evening, Eric," the tiger rumbled.
The bull walked over to the head of the lifting bench and began to remove the weights from the bar, his hands moving with nonhurried expertise that would get the work done in no time. Rodger gave him an upside down look form his lying down position, and snuffled.
"Thanks," the tiger said.
The bull mooed quietly from somewhere beyond Rodger's field of view.
"Only the best for my VIP members," the bull mused.
Rodger let out a small chuckle at the mention of his alleged special status as an Eric's Gym Grotto regular. Sure, the 50-dollar extra card did get him some nice extras, such as free rounds in the infrared sauna when he felt like it, and of course, Eric's full appreciation.
"Heh," Rodger said as he got up to a sitting position and grabbed his trusty drinking bottle loaded with Gatorade from the floor. The tiger took a deep sip and almost purred as he sweet liquid flowed through his muzzle and into his belly in a rush of refreshment.
"Gonna be seeing you on Friday, Rod?" Eric called out from the shelf containing the weights, and now being rearranged to the bull's liking.
"Hell yeah!" Rodger grinned confidently, clutching his bottle.
"I'll make sure to keep your favorite bench reserved just for you," the bull replied.
Rodger snuffled and flicked a quick ear at the bull before he got up from the very said bench and then stretched out his beefy arms high up in the air. The tiger rumbled deeply and enjoyment the sensation of his spine popping, and even his tail lashed out and joined in on the pleasurable curvature of his tall, heavy body conforming to his wishes. The bull grinned at the sight of the stretching tiger and winked.
"You sure look like you visit the gym three times a week, dude," Eric chuckled.
Rodger allowed his paws to fall to his sides, but he did it slowly, to give his muscles the time to recover, and also to allow himself some time to enjoy the attention as well. He might've not been the most boisterous tiger in the city, but he sure knew how to pose, and he did as much. Not that he thought that the bull had particular eye for it, who knew, but seemingly the bull did enjoy seeing the effects of his gym on its patrons.
The tiger sure knew what he got, though, and thought as much when he said goodnight to Eric and headed out towards the door into the showers and the locker rooms. He walked slowly, in no hurry, since he knew that even though Eric gave the warning well in advance, he'd also be around for longer than that, checking stuff out, doing the books, anything, meaning that the occasional late lurker in the shower section wasn't really minded. They were friends, anyway, Rodger thought, and he was not in a hurry to get home tonight, as he never did, when going to the gym.
Rodger opened the door, and the gym musk was replaced with that of wet fur, shampoo, and hot water, rushing through a couple of showers behind the curtains that offered some privacy to their occupants. Rodger strutted over to his favorite shelf on the opposite wall and quickly pulled off his sleeveless T and gym pants before stuffing the sweaty, musky clothing into the box. The tiger's tail flicked cheerfully at the feeling of bare fur, and to make it even better, the burn, and excitement of the workout were still fresh in the tiger's blood. Rodger purred to himself, quietly, and then headed into the nearest shower.
He allowed himself to purr much more openly, and loudly, once he had the hot water freely running over his ripped body. The water glued his furs into his body and only served to accentuate the muscles that covered his tall body, from the thick neck to the well-shaped calves that flared upwards into thick thighs and delicious melon halves of his striped ass, adorned by that flicking tail that was now practically swimming in the water rushing over the floor tiles.
Rodger pushed his muzzle up and let the water run over his face, then going down over his chest to run across the broad slabs of his chest. With his fur firmly matted by the water, it was no surprise to the tiger to see his nipples pushing up as hard little nubs. The sight of them made the tiger smile, privately, and run his paw over them both in turn. The feeling was something akin to a little electric shock, just the way he liked it, and brought out an extra purr from the big tiger as well.
"Hmmmm..." the tiger rumbled as he rubbed himself, his chest, nipples, and one paw down over his side, thigh, ass, and then over his belly and...oh yes...should he...yes...yes he should...
The hot water, the burn in his muscles, and the adrenaline rushing through his system were more than enough to combine forces to bring a good, heavy throb into the tiger's sheath, so that within the space of about thirty pleasant seconds, his pink, pointed, barbed tip had not only peeked out of its fuzzy cover, but had reached its full length over the tiger's nicely shaped abs. Rodger smirked at the sight of his new hood ornament, protruding so nicely out of the mess of wet furs on his groin...not to mention how good his balls felt too, currently rolled on a palm that knew just how to tug on them. The hot water kept tickling his barbs, too, and made the long shaft throb strongly.
The buff tiger decided that waiting until home for his customary jerking off session was mere meanness on his own part, and nothing would be gained from that...and no harm would be done, either. The curtain was closed, the gym was slowly becoming deserted, anyway, and the water and the soap would take away the evidence...so why not...the tiger sure felt like he was in the mood for it!
Rodger had to bite his teeth down even before his paw closed around his shaft, considering that the hot water running over his body was already doing a good job stimulating him. The addition of the pressure of his fingers to the heat and slickness made him rumble, deep in his broad chest, and his tail flapped against the tiled walls, showing off the tension in the tiger's hot body. It'd been a while, too, and now, without hesitation, the tiger gave away to his instincts, and started to stroke in earnest.
His body flexed and tensed, getting into it fully, quickly, without much thought involved besides the enjoyment of the sensations coursing through his body. Beating his meat might have been a daily activity, but the tiger knew how to make the best of it, and he did not hesitate in touching him, rubbing his aching muscles even while he kept on stroking up and down on his straining shaft. The huge male knew that he never lasted very long, but being a feline, and a big one that was, he made up for the lack of endurance with quick...reload times, and Rodger was sure that this quick session in the shower would only be something of a little extra treat, to take the edge off before a more leisurely orgasm or three in the comfort of his home.
True to his nature, it didn't take long at all before his balls drew close to his body and his shaft began to twitch in a very familiar way. Strong waves of sensation rolled through his body, belly, cock, legs, under the tail, everywhere, telltale signs to tell the tiger that his little personal sin was about to come to its end. Rodger bit his teeth together even more firmly as the sensations grew, for he knew that he shouldn't make too much noise...but it was difficult when he felt so good, when he pulsed and throbbed and...
Shit...there it was, the pleasure, rushing through his body and then out of it, in rapid watery spurts that splashed out into the dark oblivion that existed beyond his aching body and his closed eyes. Rodger hadn't even realized that he had leaned his back against the cool shower wall while he came, all the while stroking himself and coaxing further waves of pleasure out of his flesh. The musk touched his nose, despite the still running water, it was strong enough to permeate the little shower stall and remind the tiger of his most masculine scent. Rodger opened his muzzle and breathed in deeply, hoping to catch more of it while he rumbled and clutched his swollen flesh in an iron grip of his palm.
"Fucking...hell..." Rodger breathed into the emptiness in the stall.
"Hell yeah," a voice replied.
Rodger's body tensed at a record speed, back up from the relaxation of the post-orgasmic bliss, and his eyes and ears snapped into the direction of the voice.
A striped face peering into the stall, with a lewd, hungry expression spread over the all too grinning muzzle belonging to a fellow male Rodger could only see as a silhouette through the shower curtain...but all he could see told him that the other male was big.
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