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This story was written for Shakal as part of my Patreon request days for the month of November 2018. It contains sexual acts and voyeuristic goings on involving consenting adult males. :3

Spotting at the Gym

Sage's pulse quickened as he stepped into the gym locker room only to be met by an array of familiar scents. The bodily odours of a dozen different species, alongside shampoos, deodorant sprays, cologne and of course the chlorine from the gym complex's pool. The lithe squirrel made no effort to draw any attention to himself as he hurriedly changed out of his work clothes and into his workout gear, but as he changed clothes he made certain that his eyes were able to roam across the rest of the locker room and regard each and every other person present. Sure enough, it wasn't long before he found what he was looking for. A buff bull, fresh from the showers and dressed in nothing more than a towel, a pair of swim trunks clutched in his hands indicating that beneath the towel, he was nude.

Some men might have made an effort to scoot their underwear up beneath the towel to preserve their modesty, but this bull was not such a man. He dropped his towel almost instantly, and left his bare ass, heavy balls and flaccid but still thick, ample cock on full display as he opened up his locker, pulled out his bag and only then began to dress, even having the guts to do so shirt first. Sage didn't let it be clear that he was watching of course, not even for a single second. But the squirrel's eyes did not leave the bull until he pulled up his underwear and hid his nether regions from view, at which point Sage's attention almost immediately turned elsewhere.

The squirrel's heart was racing, and his head was spinning as he stepped out into the gym itself, trying not to let himself get hard already as he thought of the four delicious sets of cocks and balls he had seen before even beginning his daily work out. As always, he headed for one of the rowing machines towards the gym's left side. A perfect location for his needs, surrounded on three sides by different sets of equipment; weights on one, stretching and yoga mats on another, and exercise bikes and ellipticals on the third. He settled into his machine of choice, carefully ensuring that the rowing machine was set to a purposefully low resistance setting so that he could appear to be focused while diverting his actual effort and attention elsewhere, and began to work out.

He watched a sweaty wolf lifting weights with a spotter standing over him, and shuddered in delight as with each motion of the bar across his chest the wolf's shorts shifted, flashing a glimpse of large, lush furred testicle each time.

He licked his lips and stifled a moan as while running on one of the elliptical machines a stag failed to notice his shorts riding up until a furred ball popped free, only the sensation of his bare flesh and fur in contact with the open air cluing the stag in and forcing him to hurriedly, bashfully rectify the situation.

Sage felt his head spin and his body lurch with frantic desire, his cock beginning to swell uncontrollably by that point as he watched a gorgeous specimen of a stallion bench pressing a machine to its very limits with apparent ease, the equine's own shaft throbbing and straining each and every time he exerted himself, going from simply large and flaccid to a little swollen, then finally to a full on hard-on which the horse had no option but to just sit there and let settle of its own accord, trying not to look like he was desperately hoping no-one would look his way and wonder why he'd suddenly stopped working out, and why his hands were clasped so tightly across his lap.

This was why Sage loved to visit the gym. He had little to no interest in further exercise, his lithe twinky body already fit and lean as he needed it to be, but where else could one go to observe such a smorgasbord of manhood in an entirely natural and candid state? Bathhouses were filled with too many people like him, too many people with agendas of their own to fulfil beyond whatever else they appeared to be doing. Beaches were far too seasonal. But a gym... a gym could always be relied upon to produce a steady stream of buff men underestimating the supportive and confining abilities of their clothing, and thus it was the gym which the squirrel adored above all other potential venues for such voyeuristic actions. It was here which time and time again had provided him the material for countless post-exercise jerk off sessions at home or even in the bathrooms of the gym themselves if he saw something really irresistibly juicy, and here which after a little more time and then a period to cool off and let his currently rock hard erection settle down again would provide Sage yet another incredible series of images of which to fantasise as he jerked off in less than an hour.

At least, that had been the plan. And it was the plan, right up until the lion stepped up onto one of the mats and began to stretch. He leaned forward to stretch out one leg, and Sage moaned under his breath as the outline of the lion's already hard cock was rendered clearly visible against the fabric of his previously loose shorts. The buff feline swapped legs, and when he stretched out a second time, his balls were clearly visible as they half exposed themselves outside the taut fabric of one loose but still rather short leg of the garment meant to support and contain them. It was when he stretched his legs out a third time however that Sage almost choked, and released one of the grips of the rowing machine with such force that it clattered loudly as its elasticated cord drew it hurriedly back to its mooring.

The squirrel tried not to act like the reason for his reaction was anything external, but he couldn't keep his eyes off the lion as he saw the big cat continuing to stretch out, and watched as the entirety of the lion's ample erection slid clean out of his shorts' right leg and into full view. Surely the lion must have felt it, surely he must have been aware of it, but even as that exposed and fully hard cock twitched and strained against the fabric from which it had just been freed, the buff feline made no effort to conceal himself or react in any way whatsoever. He shifted position and stretched again, moving onto his upper body now but still leaving his cock hanging out of his shorts leg with a good four inches of erect length visible. He raised his arms, stretched out the muscles of his chest, and Sage felt a violent tremor run down his spine as the lion's cock throbbed visibly, bounced and strained against the fabric of his shorts, and dribbled a little ribbon of pre-cum down to the smooth gym mat below.

Again the lion moved and stretched, again his cock throbbed and drooled, and once again Sage saw every last second of it, unable to believe that the lion was doing any of this accidentally and yet similarly unwilling to believe that he was putting himself on display so shamelessly and purposefully where anyone could see him. It was only when the lion shifted position once again, and in the process ran a hand ever so briefly down between his legs to graze against the swollen, dribbling head of his thick cock that Sage knew for certain that he knew. He touched his cock, rubbed it, and didn't immediately try to stuff it back into his shorts. The lion left it there, exposed, twitching and leaking as he stretched out with dozens of other men sitting, standing and lying within varying degrees of eyesight. He left it there, and then he reached down and touched it a second time. Then a third. Not jerking off, not exactly, but applying pressure. Purposefully, albeit ever so briefly stimulating himself. Masturbating himself right there in the gym, maybe wanting to be caught, but seemingly unaware that he had been caught by Sage's hungrily prying eyes.

For another five long minutes the lion teased and stretched and exposed himself, his body language devoted to his gymnastic stretching but his eyes burning with pleasure and his cock betraying how worked up all of this was clearly getting him. And for all of that time, Sage shadowed him with hungry looks and trembling, shuddering gasps as he too was rendered increasingly overwhelmed by what he was seeing the lion get away with. The tension in the air was palpable, and the pre-cum drooling from the lion's cock was growing copious enough that there was a near constant string of it dangling from his tip to the floor, creating a tiny but slowly growing puddle of arousal on the mat between his legs. Between Sage's own legs his grey gym shorts were not only tented, but darkened by a massive patch of his own pre-cum. The squirrel could barely breathe he was so horny, and he knew that sooner or later, something or someone was going to have to give, lest he end up making a very big and very personal, embarrassing mess of himself right here in the gym.

" Hey!"

A gruff voice cried out aggressively, angrily from across the gym not too far away, and Sage saw the lion's heart leap in shock and fear just as much as his own did in that moment, the feline urgently stuffing his cock back into his tented shorts a split-second before the voice rang out again.

"I had that machine saved. You saw me over there talking to the last guy using it just five minutes ago, asshole. This is my spot."

Both lion and squirrel let loose an audible sigh of relief as they realised that the aggression wasn't directed at them, but their eyes widened, and Sage's whole body froze as no sooner had he sighed in tandem with the feline, the lion's eyes darted directly over to him.

The lion saw him.

The lion saw him looking.

The lion saw the squirrel's flushed face, and from the angle at which he was standing, he was just about able to make out the tent of Sage's shorts as he watched the squirrel blushing, shaking, and still staring helplessly at his own tented crotch.

Then the big cat's eyes got even wider, his muzzle fell open, and a look of pure humiliation and lust all rolled into one crossed his face as his hands twitched, but found themselves unable to get to his crotch in time to conceal the sudden jumping of his cock, and the way it slipped free from one leg again just in time to unleash its first thick ribbon of cum across the mattress below.

He was cumming.

The shock of almost being caught in the act, then actually being caught in the act by someone who seemed not aghast but excited by it, had made the lion cum.

And seeing that... knowing that... it made Sage do the very same.

With the lion falling hurriedly to his knees to conceal the spurting shaft of his cock as best he could between his legs, the squirrel quaked where he was resting upon the rowing machine, bit down on his bottom lip as hard as he could to keep from wailing in pleasure, and began to fill his shorts with hot ribbons of his very own cum, while watching the lion seeing him do it, catching him in the midst of this humiliating and exhilarating act just as he himself had been caught mere seconds before.

They watched each other, silently gasping, shaking, writhing in helpless and wordless ecstasy. They looked at one another with a mixture of longing, of shame, and of pleading desperation not to turn them in.

And then... then they were done, sticky, exposed and spent, and they were stumbling. Dragging themselves to their feet, clearing up what evidence they could with a sweep of the bare feet across the mattress or a pair of hands cupping the front of their stained, sticky shorts. Then racing out of the gym as fast as they dared without running and attracting attention. Not thinking, not realising that of course they would be headed for the same place. Of course they wouldn't be able to escape one another, when both of them were headed for the same locker room.

By some miracle, the two of them were alone as they staggered into the locker room together, having gotten a few curious looks on the way but incredibly not having been caught by anyone else. A part of both men's minds were begging them just to go their separate ways and never speak of this again, not to risk the shame, the humiliation, the potential blackmail that could be inflicted on them by a simple suggestion that the other person might tell someone what they had seen. For whatever reason though, they ignored those warnings and anxieties as they stripped off their stretched or sticky shorts in front of one another, neither one opening up their lockers beforehand almost as though they wanted this chance to show off.

They stared at the other man, bottomless, still hard even in the wake of their recent orgasms, and blushed.

And smiled.

And then, finally, spoke.

"T-that was..."

The lion murmured.

"Terrifying?"

Sage suggested.

"Humiliating."

The big cat added.

"Way further than I meant to go."

Sage confessed once again, before blushing as he caught the lion's eye, and saw the bigger, stronger male's cock twitch in excitement, spent or not. He giggled, trembled on the spot as his own erection twitched, and in perfect unison with the lion, spoke once again as they looked nervously around while standing before one another... and reached out a quaking hand towards the other man's cock.

"...a-and, so fucking hot."

By Jeeves

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