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"Yo, Paul. You gotta check in!"

The pine marten made a hard 180 and walked back to the front desk of the Crunchy Country Fitness Club. He wore the biggest grin he could to hide the blush of embarrassment building in his ears.

"Sorry, Oscar," he said. "Easy to forget sometimes."

The Doberman with a button-up shirt held out an electronic scanning device and gave Paul a tsk. "I know it's exciting to work out, but you're here every day."

"Only Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday," Paul corrected him. "Sunday, if I happen to wake up early." The marten held his keychain card up to the reader. A satisfying ding signaled his proper entry into the club.

Oscar chuckled as he placed the device away. "So, what's on the schedule today, legs?"

"I was thinking about doing some cardio today. Maybe an hour on the treads or something." Paul placed his elbows on the counter, resting his head in an open palm. "Unless you got any better ideas."

"Today's a good day for cardio," Oscar said. "But I thought you were trying to gain muscle."

Paul waved the imaginary words away. "I'm just trying to stay healthy." He did a little stretch, rotating his waist left and right. "I'm pushing 36 and I'm afraid that just about everything I do is gonna lead me to an early grave. You're, what, 24?"

"25."

"So, you've still got some time before the dread of aging kicks in." Paul nodded at Oscar. "Mm-hmm, and when that happens, you'll miss this moment of ignorant bliss."

"I'm well aware," Oscar smiled. "You old folk are always trying to tell me to live it up."

Old?!

Brushing away that piercing pain in his heart, Paul doubled down on his point. "Well, you better listen to us old folk," he made some air quotations with his fingers. "We might know a thing or two about life that you could learn."

Oscar chuckled. "No doubt about that, sir. Have a good workout."

"Thanks, Oscar. See you around."

Paul hurried to the locker room with his pack of gym gear. Old? I'm not old, per se. I've still got plenty of youth left in me! He shook his head. The ignorant words of some kid weren't gonna get to him. Not today!

The locker room was more vacant than usual, giving the marten a refreshing amount of breathing space. Only a few regulars were there and his normal locker was free from any neighboring locks. No one to get in the way of his changing today.

Paul grabbed the water bottle from his bag and reached for his earbuds...

"Shit!" He must've left them at home. This is horrible! What the hell was he gonna do now?

"Everything alright over there?"

"Yeah! Thanks!" Paul called back. "Everything's fine." After grumbling a little more to himself about his idiocy, he took off his shirt and pants, throwing them in his locker before grabbing his gym clothes out of the bag.

"Heyyyy, Paul!" The Pine Marten twirled around to see who called to him. It was George, a buck he'd met a couple of months ago when he first joined the club. He had a small duffel bag with him, meaning he probably just got here.

"Afternoon, George," Paul went back to organizing the things in his locker. "You just getting here?"

"Was hoping I could beat the crowd," the deer said with a pat on Paul's shoulder. "You know how busy it can get on a Monday." He grabbed the locker two down from Paul. Well, the solitude was nice while it lasted.

"I'm surprised there aren't more people here," Paul said. "It's not like there's a holiday today, is there?"

"Not that I'm aware of," George peeled off his shirt and threw it in his locker. "Did you catch the game last night?"

Paul almost chuckled but caught himself. "Yeah, I did," he said, throwing on his workout shorts. He hadn't watched any games in years, but he knew George would go on about it regardless of the answer he gave.

"The Deckers were on fire!" George pulled his jeans off. "Hadn't seen a game that one-sided since... hell... the ol' Seafare streak back in 1386. Tony Mitchell was something else with that ball."

While George continued, Paul threw on his workout shirt. It was a nice deep red to go with his gray shorts. He wasn't one for color-coordination, but he liked the color—which should be enough. As he turned to put his, now mostly empty, bag in his locker, George pulled his briefs off. It's hard not to accidentally, or incidentally, see other guys naked in the locker room, so Paul had already seen what George was working with—at least, flaccid. Even so, it was a challenge not to let his eyes bulge out. Even soft, it's huge! Blessed men like George always made him feel a little bit of envy, and a little bit of gluttony...

"So, what do you think?"

"Hmm?" Paul had to shake his head back into normalcy. "Oh, yeah. I pretty much agree with everything you said. I think the Deckers have a promising future this season. Who was it that's playing tonight?"

"Of course, San Maria and Hoffton. The game probably ain't gonna be too interesting." Another distraction for George meant another gander at his enormous cock and balls. He's got some meaty foreskin and his pubic fur has a stunning copper tone to it. He's incredibly fit, with some nice bone lines pointing to the action and pecs that are so defined you'd find them in a dictionary.

Paul finally got everything in his locker and his dial lock was set. George pulled up his swimsuit and it was time to say goodbye to that marvelous package and hello to that marvelous bulge.

Discreetly, of course.

"So yeah... Just gonna do some laps today and try to get outta this place before traffic picks up," George wrapped his towel around his shoulders. "What do you got for today? Legs?"

"Cardio and some steam room action." Was there something wrong with his legs? Why do people keep mentioning it? He hadn't been skipping leg day... Well, at least not recently.

"Some steam sounds real nice," George finished getting his locker situated with a little bracelet for his key fitted around his wrist. "But if you're just gonna do cardio, you should do some laps with me instead. The water does wonders for blood flow."

Paul had considered it before. It's here, why shouldn't he use it? But... "I don't really have any swimming clothes," Paul said.

"Just wear your workout shorts. They're good enough for the pool."

Paul chuckled. "I'll consider it."

***

Contrary to the less populated state of the locker room, the cardio area was filled with people. Not a single treadmill was free for use.

"Fuck..." Paul said under his breath. He hadn't planned on using the stair machine today and he wouldn't be caught dead using an elliptical. Bikes, it is!

The bike machines were set up in the corner of the room. Five in total. Two were occupied and in such an unfortunate way. He'll have to take a bike next to someone. He didn't know the jackal at the far end, but that boar... He'd recognize those tusks from anywhere. That was the boar from the other day! In the showers...

Already walking toward the bike machine, it was too late to change trajectory without looking like a loser. Rushing to a decision, Paul swallowed his pride and did what he could to calm the heat pouring into his face as he took an empty bike next to the boar.

For being as rotund as he was, the boar seemed rather confident in his figure. Enough so that he was comfortable putting on a muscle shirt and very short shorts. Paul has underwear that reaches further down than that pathetic strip of cloth.

The boar gave Paul a pleasant smile and a small nod as the marten got on the bike machine. Paul wasn't sure how to start a conversation with him and wasn't sure if he even should. Instead, setting the resistance to a 3, he started pedaling. In fifteen minutes, he'll double the resistance.

He was a minute and twelve seconds into his exercise when he looked back at the boar from the showers. The shorts were so... short! His legs were completely on display. Did he just not care? Paul had to force himself to look away when he noticed the boar wasn't wearing any underwear. Every time he pedaled, a window on the inside of his shorts would open up to a clear view of his balls. Paul would be mortified if he hadn't already let the guy blow him the other day.

Just focus on the displays, Paul.

It was no good. His eyes just kept going back to that package. Those balls were magnetic! As distracting as they were, Paul looked up to see the boar staring right back at him. Paul let out a fake chuckle, trying to play it cool. The boar had enough grace to give him a simple smile as he wiped his forehead with a rag.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" The boar asked.

"Huh?" Does he know me from somewhere? Paul couldn't figure out how to parse the question.

"I feel like I recognize you from somewhere, but I can't quite put a finger on it."

"Well... Uhhh... We're both regulars here. I see you around sometimes." Though not quite as often as some others... but Paul won't be mentioning that.

"Right. Right... That's probably it." The boar went back to focusing on his exercise.

There was an extended amount of silence between them as Paul tried to figure out if it was just him who was terrible at holding a conversation or if it were the both of them. Inconclusive, Paul shrugged it off and decided to try and alleviate the tension.

"Plus, you uhh..." Paul caught himself. Always quick to second-guess his words, he decided not to go there.

"Hmm?"

"You gave me a blowjob. The other day. In the shower." Paul couldn't find a way to say that with any less bluntness.

The boar's eyes widened and his mouth dropped a bit. He shook his head as sudden realization hit him. "Oh! That was you," he said. "Nice. Nice. Very cool."

"Yeah, it was," Paul said. "Especially after the way that lion dude and you fucked each other. It really got me going." It was difficult trying not to spring a boner now, just thinking about it.

"Yeah, that was a good time," the boar said. "I'd offer you another round, but I'm pretty busy today."

"No. It's cool." It wasn't something that Paul had planned on. Well... he hoped for it a little bit... but it wasn't something he had to have. That's not the point of going to the gym.

Right?

"What's your name? Maybe we can make it work some other time."

"Yeah! Of course! I'm Paul," he would offer a hand, but considering they've been working the bike machines this whole time, it's probably for the best. "It's nice to meet you..."

"Derek." He reached his hand out for a shake anyway. It's a little awkward getting his paw to reach across the way, but with a little bit of leaning, Paul made do. "Nice to meet you again, Paul. Not as fun this time around, eh?"

"Oh well," Paul wiped away a bit of sweat that had built on his brow. "Can't always be bangers...

Literally."

"It's good to take a break every now and then," Derek said. He gave Paul a goofy smile before going back to his bike.

"Did you want to exchange phone numbers?" Paul asked. He couldn't just hope for a chance encounter with this guy when it seems like there's no set schedule for him.

"I don't got one."

"Really?" Paul couldn't figure out if he just heard wrong or if there was something wrong with this guy. "But you have a phone right there."

Derek pressed a few buttons on the touch screen and grabbed it, holding it out for Paul to see. "This thing doesn't have a plan, I just use wifi and listen to music on it." He pressed the lock button and tossed it back into the holder, before immediately grabbing it again and unlocking it. "There is something..." he was almost muttering. "I can add you on ShoreLine Social. What's your handle?"

"ShoreLine...? I don't even know what that is." Paul scratched at his arm. "What about Portrait? I got one of those."

"Yeah, that makes sense." Derek let out a snort.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well," Derek coughed. "Portrait is for older folk, really. ShoreLine is really where it's at these days."

"These days... Bah!" Paul scoffed. "Do you really think I'm old?"

"Aren't you?"

"I'm 35!"

The boar's smirk and eye movement told Paul everything he needed to know. 35 is old.

"Alright, then, hot stuff. How old are you?" Paul was a little flustered, but damn it all! He's not old!

"22."

It took Paul a moment to regain his composure and start cycling again. Yeah, the boar is young, alright...

"I'll add you on Portrait," Derek said, pulling out his phone again. "I mostly just use it for family stuff, but this is fine, too. Nothing wrong with getting another daddy," he chuckled. Cheeky bastard. "What's your info?"

Paul almost chose not to share it, but that would've just been his sour feelings making his choices. Ultimately this was about nabbing a regular booty call– and Derek's age might've been an issue, but he's an adult; he can make his own decisions– so Paul shared his info with the boar, and after a satisfying ding! from his notifications, they were now connected.

"Who needs ShoreLine Social, anyway?" Paul gave Derek a smile and a wink.

Derek gave a sharp laugh and they put their focus back on their workouts. Paul pushed the resistance up to six. Only a few minutes passed when he wanted to make the change. No problem. A few minutes later Derek finished his workout and gave Paul a goodbye wave as he left for the locker room, chugging on his bottle of water as he walked. What an interesting fellow. What an interesting ass! The way those shorts hugged him left little to the imagination. Paul was practically salivating as he watched the boar leave.

***

45 minutes later, the cool-down time on the bike machine had finally ended, and Paul was drenched in sweat and nearly out of breath. He grabbed his nearly empty water bottle and walked toward the locker room.

In the locker room, Paul shed his sweaty workout clothes and threw them into his locker. He grabbed his towel, flung it around his waist, and slipped into some personally-adapted sandals before heading to the shower area. Catching himself in the mirror, he paused and took a good look at that excellent man standing before him. His fur was a ragged mess from the workout, matted and clumped in unsightly areas. The deep brown was just a few shades away from pitch black. He was a mess, but damn was he impressed with the work he had done. 5'9" 155 pounds. Anyone would be happy with this body. Should be...

Paul stopped himself from ruminating on it further and made a beeline for the showers. He grabbed his usual stall in the back and got to work cleaning the sweat from his body. He didn't bother with proper drying since he was just gonna go to the steam room afterward. And so he did.

The steam room was never as popular as the sauna here, so when Paul walked in with his towel loosely tied around his waist, he found it empty. Peaceful. The steam had mostly dissipated, allowing him a clear view of his surroundings. The simple marble tile shared the design from the shower room and covered the wall and floor. The steam vent was connected to a block that had a faucet jutting out at waist height. There was a brown ceramic cup conveniently placed next to the faucet.

Paul filled the cup with water from the faucet and poured it out on the sensor. After a few moments, steam began pouring out of the vent, slowly making its way to the wall opposite its origin point. Paul let out a sigh as he placed the cup back down next to the faucet. Heat swallowed him as he found a seat in the far corner of the room.

As Paul took his seat on the higher level, he undid his towel and leaned against the wall, letting steam wash over his entire body. Breathe in, breathe out. No one to bother him. No one to bother. Tranquility. The sound of steam being pumped into the room made the perfect white noise for his mind to wander as he closed his eyes.

The steam stopped pouring in and the silence was exquisite. Not too often does he get the chance to just let everything go. He readjusted his tail and lined his back up with the wall, making sure his posture was perfect. He then brought his legs up and crossed them in the way he saw those yoga people do. It wasn't very comfortable, and after a few seconds, he abandoned the pose, opting to just leave one leg crossed. He could still meditate with only one leg crossed right? Doubtful he'd be reaching enlightenment this time, anyway.

As he was getting comfortable and the steam was melding with his sweat, sinking into his veins, the door opened and someone walked in. Paul kept his eyes shut as frustration crept into his gut. How much steam escaped the room? Too much.

Luckily, whoever it was that entered knew exactly what to do, and the sound of the faucet filling the ceramic cup helped ease Paul's emotions. It didn't help that whatever progress Paul made in his meditation was completely gone. Thrown out of the window. No matter. After several seconds, the steam started up again, refreshing the room with heat and moisture.

Paul opened his eyes to see who entered the room. It was the jackal from earlier, on the bikes. He was wearing gray briefs and sitting not too far from Paul, closer to the faucet. They made eye contact before the steam could obscure their vision of each other. Paul considered closing his towel for the other man's comfort.

The jackal let out a loud sigh, letting the sound fight with the steam and the walls for dominance over the room. The steam won out purely with its persistence. Paul decided to join the fight with a sigh of his own. The steam still won.

After a minute of the machine heating up the room, it stopped, and dead silence took over the room. Paul and the jackal let out another sigh, almost in unison. They both laughed. Paul felt an immediate kinship with this man, even though his body was mostly obscured by the steam, and found himself relaxing even better than before.

Paul heard some shuffling and looked over to see the silhouette of the jackal removing his briefs. "Wow," the jackal said.

"Right?"

There's something pure and invigorating about getting the full natural experience in a sauna or a steam room. Nothing truly compares. Plus, it relaxes the balls and makes them look way better.

That's just a bonus, though. Paul is just glad he could encourage someone to take that step in experiencing such a thing.

"You come here often?" The jackal's voice reverberated off the tiles and made patterns in the steam. He must have some amount of resonance.

Paul wasn't expecting any conversations to take place, but it's not the worst thing that can happen. May as well be friendly.

"I'm here as much as I can be," Paul said. "Don't see you around... You just sign up?"

"Nah. Just moved into town." He had a pleasant voice. Not as flamboyant as Derek's, and certainly deeper than Paul's. It'd make for a good singing voice. "Already had an account with them from over in Sealine. Got grandfathered in on a pretty damn good deal."

"Oh, yeah? What are you paying?" Paul was genuinely curious. As much as he wasn't bothered by his monthly price, he wouldn't mind having a vicarious sense of frugality.

"That's the thing... May I?" Before receiving confirmation, the jackal got up and sat across from Paul in the corner, so that their knees practically touched. Now he could lower his voice and not cause so much stir in the steam. "I'm paying annually– 350 currents."

Paul hated doing math, but after as messy and quick a calculation he could make, his payment was about a hundred currents more after a year. "Damn, that's pretty good." What could he do with an extra hundred currents per year? Not much, really. "How'd you go about getting a deal like that?"

"Grand opening," he said simply.

"Nice." Reaching a natural lull in the conversation, Paul was finally able to get a good look at the jackal. Standard issue brown and red fur coat. He'd had his head fur styled in some sort of manner, but the steam pretty much matted it down. He had a nice set of balls, not as big as Paul's, but who's comparing anyway?

"Name's Zander, by the way," Zander said. "With an X."

Ahh... Xander said.

"Paul. Nice to meet you," Paul held out and grabbed Xander's hand in a shake. Xander was rather fit. Maybe wore a size medium shirt. There's a small but significant amount of meat on his bones. Paul can't help but compare him to that boar from earlier– but that's unfair to both him and Derek. It's not like either of them would find out. All the same, Paul tried to keep his thoughts respectful.

He and Xander both went back to relaxing, Paul closing his eyes and leaning his back against the wall. Sometimes a good chat is all that's needed to relax and build a better outlook on the day. It was a good workout. Paul was able to have a good conversation with different people and he's having a nice sweat session in the steam room. A great day.

Xander must've spread his legs as he relaxed because his knee rubbed against Paul's. Paul didn't bother opening his eyes and instead focused on not getting hard at the first touch of another man. That was difficult enough by itself. To make matters worse, the jackal didn't move his leg away immediately, probably thinking Paul would flinch back first. There was no flinching to be found, though. The marten didn't mind it at all.

The steam had well dissipated at this point and all that was left in the room was the waning heat that once was. Soon enough, the steam machine would kick back on, but in the interim, there was no obstruction of anyone's view. Paul peeked his eyes open and looked at Xander. Xander was staring back. They held eye contact like that for a short while. There was always a possibility these things could happen, but for some reason, they kept happening at this gym. The whole place must be cursed.

Their knees were still in contact, and Xander began softly rubbing them together. Paul placed his hands at the ready on his thighs, having the intense debate in his mind on the merits of reaching out and touching Xander or holding back and letting Xander touch him.

When the steam machine kicked on, it was like a gunshot fired off, letting them know they could begin. Hands were mostly on legs and hips as the two moved to each other and started kissing. These kisses were anything but chaste. Tongues were battling and teeth were nibbling on lips. Paul had several inches of jackal tongue almost down his throat.

As the steam got thicker and thicker, so did their intensity. Xander stood and moved himself in front of Paul, aggressively leering over him and pulling his chin up. Paul grabbed onto Xander's hard cock and gave it a few tugs. Xander returned the favor before pushing Paul back against the wall and stooping down.

He wasted no time enveloping Paul with his maw, taking him in his mouth all the way to his throat. Paul almost busted right then and there, but held on for their sake. Xander was an experienced cock sucker, Paul could tell. The way he used his tongue was practiced and precise, slipping in and out of Paul's foreskin and lapping up the pre that formed on his tip. All of that while he bobbed his head methodically on Paul's shaft. Gripping onto his head fur, Paul held on for dear life as this master of fellatio worked him fast.

"I'm close," Paul managed to stammer out after nearly a minute of blissful oral sex. It must be the steam and heat that got him there that fast. Yeah, that's it. Instead of letting up and giving Paul a chance to catch his breath and maybe last a little longer, the jackal increased his pace and the pressure of his ministrations. Realizing where this was going, Paul relaxed himself and allowed the man to do his work. This was going the way it was going, and there's no stopping it now. The jackal was desperate for this, and Paul was, too.

Steam stopped spraying out of the vent, leaving an echoing silence as Paul moaned from the climax hitting him. He had to let go of the breath he hadn't realized he was holding as Xander greedily lapped up the cum that was painting his tongue. Pulses of pleasure racked the marten's body as his cock was milked for all its worth. After the final pulses of his orgasm reverberated through his body and he was left a panting mess, all that remained was jelly. Without properly functioning motor control, he was surprised and did not protest when Xander pulled his legs up and repositioned him at the edge of the platform. Not that Paul was going to say no, but a little warning would've been nice… at least he'd be able to move his tail out of the way.

With Paul's legs pushed up and his back kinda scrunched into an awkward position, Xander dove down under and began eating his ass out. Paul never had a post-blowjob rimjob before, and he had to admit to himself that it was still an excellent feeling, even dampened by the post-nut numbness. He was really going at it! Xander attacked Paul's hole with an enthusiasm that could only be matched by a wild beast finding an abandoned picnic set. It was almost enough to get Paul hard again.

"Fuck…" Paul moaned. "That's good." He ran a hand through the jackal's fur.

It was then that the door to the steam room opened up, causing Paul to practically jump out of his skin. Xander backed off of Paul as well. Whoever opened the door didn't stay for long, as Paul only caught the sight of a bushy tail backing out of the room. They probably saw all they needed to see and figured getting a dry sauna sweat was more to their benefit at this time. Paul and Xander shared a look and chuckled at each other.

"Hopefully we don't get reported," Paul said, sitting up on the platform.

"What a shame that would be. This gym is quite nice. Lovely people," he gave Paul a wink as he sat down at his previous spot. "I'd hate to have to find another. Especially after having such a good time." His cock was very hard. Very unfortunate he didn't get off. That could be helped if Paul were willing.

Paul was willing.

"Good time doesn't gotta end if you don't want it to," Paul said, drawing himself up onto Xander's lap. "You shouldn't quit now after getting me all worked up." Paul had considered running the steam again, but the room was still cloudy and hot so it would've been overkill. As fun as it is to get a little freaky in the Crunchy Country Fitness Club steam room, it'd probably be best if they don't pass out from heat exhaustion.

"No one ever accused me of being a quitter," Xander said as he lifted Paul's tail and began playing with his ass.

Xander was roughly the same size as Paul. Maybe a bit more muscular, a bit taller, a bit more of a belly. His cock was about the same size as well. It had a good thickness to it that was rather appealing. Paul stroked it slowly as he got up into a better position. Xander struggled to get into the right position, himself, and tried as best he could to line up with Paul, but the steam room platforms weren't hospitable to this setup.

"Turn around," the jackal said. Paul got off of Xander and turned around, only to be pulled back into his lap. He lifted himself again for Xander to find that spot, and began sitting back down on it.

"Mmmff…" Even with the copious preparation, mixed with saliva and his own cum as lube, taking the dick was proving to be a little more uncomfortable than he expected. Was the steam drying him out?

"Relax," Xander whispered. "Open yourself up."

Easier said than done, Paul thought. Still, he managed this much. He could manage more. Pushing and sitting simultaneously, Xander's cock sunk even deeper into him. With a little more effort, he was able to get it all in him and sit neatly on Xander's lap.

"Fuck…" Xander moaned. "That's good."

After a moment of getting used to the size, Paul placed his hands on Xander's knees and began lifting himself to begin the formal process of steam room sex. The jackal put a hand on his hip and the other on his tail but didn't do anything further, allowing Paul to control the pace for now.

Paul let out a moan as he sat back down on the cock. He closed his eyes and began moving his hips, feeling the cock flex every time he touched base.

"Damn, you're tight," Xander said. "Lands, you feel good."

Paul's attention was too focused on his actions to determine a proper response to the dirty talk, so he just moaned in response. It doesn't always start off feeling too good, but it only takes a few minutes of bouncing on dick to start getting that pleasure button punched. Paul was feeling that now, and getting into the movements. He almost laughed when he looked down to see his dick bouncing along with the rhythm of their activity.

As the pace began to pick up, Xander began taking more and more control over the fucking. Much like his cock sucking, he was very enthusiastic about ass pounding, and Paul could feel him slipping down. Before he lost complete control and slipped out, Xander stood up and rotated them so they both had a leg on the higher platform. Paul was able to lean forward and take some weight off of his hips as Xander resumed the frantic pace of his bucking.

At this point, the only sounds being made were the incoherent moaning of Paul and the slapping of their sex. Xander was throwing out the occasional "fuck," and "yeah," no real significant questions or sentiments remained, just the rabid mounting of two animals in heat.

Paul came a second time. Luckily, he had the wherewithal to catch it in his hand before it fell onto the tiles and became a tripping hazard for some poor sod. He wiped it off on his thigh fur. As good as his orgasm was, he wouldn't let it ruin the sanctity of the steam room. But damn, did it feel good. Not long after that Xander's movements became more desperate, more powerful. His breath came out in irregular patterns. He was getting close, and they both knew it.

"… Where?" Xander asked between pants.

"Inside…" Very respectful of the jackal to ask. Who said gentlemen don't exist anymore?

With an almost violent push forward, Xander hilted himself as deep as possible into Paul. Unloading his DNA with a sigh that crossed the border between moan and growl. Paul moaned along with him, allowing his muscles to finally relax as the fucking finally came to a close.

After the orgasm finished washing over the jackal, and before the lethargy that came after a good fuck kicked in, he pulled his cock out and gave Paul a nice spank on the rear.

"Damn, that was good," Xander said.

"I'll say," Paul agreed. "You got me to blow my load twice in one session." Paul laughed as he stretched out the muscles that promised to be quite sore in the morning. They were mostly his leg muscles. Turns out today was leg day after all! "I'll be down for the count for weeks."

"Weeks?"

"Alright, maybe a day or two," Paul chuckled.

They finished up in the steam room and grabbed their respective belongings before heading back into the shower stalls. Feeling refreshed and thoroughly fucked, Paul washed away the cum and the sweat that had built up all over him. In the locker room, he kept making eyes with Xander as they got their clothes on. Outside of the gym, they had a chat while Xander pulled out a cigarette.

"Want one?" He asked Paul.

"Sure," Paul said, reaching and grabbing a stick from Xander's pack.

They shared a smoke and a few more laughs as cars and mobiles drove by.

"You got a Portrait account I can add you on?" Paul asked.

"Nah… deleted it a while ago," Xander released a puff of smoke. "Switched to ShoreLine. Much better platform if you ask me."

"Oh, I don't got one of those."

"That's fine, we can just exchange numbers." Oh thank the lands, someone that's normal.

They exchanged numbers and contact information and laughed at the other's default pictures.

"You know," Xander said. "You're pretty limber."

"Of course I am," Paul responded. "What do you mean?"

"I mean for an older fellow…"

Paul almost stumbled over himself.

"How old do you think I am?" Paul asked, incredulously.

"Oh, I don't know… 40 or something?"

"I'm only 36!" Paul caught himself. "Err... I'm only 35."

"34? 33?" Xander chuckled.

"I'm about to be 36, why? How old are you?"

"27."

"You know, you aren't too far behind me." Paul shot with a disdainful look.

"Luckily for me, I don't mind being behind you too much," Xander smirked.

"Ehhh… shove off…" Paul looked away as a blush formed on his cheeks. "You gonna buy me dinner or what?"

"Oh, so now I gotta buy you dinner?"

***

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"I haven't felt this great in years."

"You haven't looked this great in years, Melinda.

We have everything you need to get a proper workout– treadmills for cardio, resistance machines for focus, free weights for those gains, and a swimming pool to cool off after. Let's ask one of our regulars how they use their time here."

"Thanks, Jim."

"How do you spend your time at the Crunchy Country Fitness Club?"

"Well, I love the Crunchy Country Fitness Club. I always start my session with a nice stretch. I always get help from one of the personal trainers to make sure my form is just right.

After that, I make sure to get a full-body workout. This can be anywhere from 45 minutes to an hour. Though, I usually only last a couple of minutes.

After that, I always make sure to sweat it out in the sauna and get stretched out again."

"I don't think we're talking about the same thing."

"Crunchy Country Fitness Club is not responsible for any injuries, serious or otherwise, due to improper use of machines. Always consult a physician before starting a new diet or exercise regimen. Don't work out when you are in poor health, or experiencing shortness of breath or other signs of heart problems. Crunchy Country Fitness Club is not responsible for lost or stolen items. Drink responsibly."

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Ayye, there's my second story for Sofurry. Hope you all enjoyed it. I felt like doing some more stuff in this universe. I really like this gym. lmao

Who's gonna be the focus of the next story? Idk yet.

This is a more "typical" story. Didn't really try and get all experimental with a dialogue-less narrative again. Tried to put in some comedy here and there. It turned out more cute than funny. Whatevs. See you next time.

edit: fixed typos maybe? Also, Sofurry editor ate up all my formatting.