Riding the Gym Stud

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Equine Anthro Muscle Lust

The stallion was glorious in his natural form, though Grayson surely had spent a lot of time honing his physical form, considering the sheer amount of time that the paint stallion spent at the gym. It was not that he didn't want to be there or was doing it merely for physical fitness - it was just one of his safe spaces, where he felt like he belonged. The community of guys, whether they were bulkier and focused on building muscle like him or just starting out on their journey with different goals, made him feel welcomed there from the very first day. With a community like that, well, would Grayson really not have wanted to go back? He looked forward to the gym at the end of every workday - and often at the weekend too.

Regardless of what was going on in his life, he always found some time, however little there was, to prioritise himself and the space that made him feel as if everything was okay with himself and the world around him.

Sometimes, that was all a guy needed.

Or, sometimes...they needed a little something more.

Grayson's ears twitched, topless that day, for it was getting on into the evening and, honestly, he never liked bench pressing with a shirt on. Squats yes, just to have a tiny barrier between his skin, coat and the barbell resting across his back, but he just felt more comfortable shirtless when he was down on a bench. Equine anthros, much like the humans scurrying around their world and a few other mammalian furs, were some of few that sweated all over their bodies, not just from specific glands, so it was not always that easy to regulate his temperature.

Still, it attracted looks and his interest had been perked, especially as the donkey eyed him up from the others side of the rack room. He'd only slid the bench back into a half-rack, not feeling like a full one that caged him in that day, the barbell rising and falling as he kept his hips down on the bench, along with his shoulder blades. The arch of his chest, pushing up as if bowed, spoke of his form, the care that he gave to his workouts, muscles bulging and straining obviously as Grayson forced them to contract under the heavy weight.

"Oof..."

That wasn't him: that was the donkey. And he would have been a liar if he had said that he wasn't putting on a bit of a show for him. The gym was quiet enough that night and, well, there were more than a few there that would fall prey to showing off, in a sense, though no one would do anything dangerous to themselves. Grunting heavily, he forced the bar back up, straining through, chest aching, until he slotted it back into the rack with a heavy exhalation.

He liked being watched. Where it made others self-conscious, it made him feel better placed to do what he came there to do, rubbing a towel around the back of his neck and shoulders and shooting the grey donkey a grin. The donkey's ears juddered up straight and he whipped back around to one of the machines on the other side of the room, across from the open space that people used for lifting on the thick matting. Grayson snickered, need stirring between his legs.

"Why don't you come over here and spot me?" He nickered flirtatiously, bolder than he had been on first joining that particular gym. "I could use some company."

The donkey gulped visibly, though was quick enough to join him, not seeming to quite know what to do with his hands - but that was alright. Grayson could soon put them to use, if the donkey was up for it too.

"Heh, didn't mean to stare," the donkey said, extending a hand with hoofed fingertips, rough and blunt where they had been neatly filed, to the stallion. "Wish I could lift like that, though I know it takes time. I'm Lewis, by the way."

Grayson grinned.

"Grayson. And I'll help you, if you like. We're all, you know, doing our best for one another around here. Or I'd say talk to Jordan, one of the trainers - I always got on very well with him, knows his stuff."

The donkey settled, a little more at ease, though Grayson would have been a fool not to catch the coy grin tugging at his lips. It was not as if Lewis was trying all that hard to hide it.

"Can I spot you?"

Grayson didn't need a spot, but he nodded anyway. He was done with his workout for the night, having worked in some of his smaller exercises throughout his chest routine on the bench. But that did not mean at all that he was not eager to see where things go.

Foreplay. That was the best way to put it as he looked up between Lewis' strong legs, the donkey wearing shorts, like him, though the bulge there was more impressive than the muscle that he had already built. It was all Grayson could do to concentrate as he looked up practically between the donkey's legs, the jack standing too close to him for comfort. But it was never meant to be comfortable as he shifted into position, setting his hands on the bar, and grunted through his reps.

His chest ached, shoulders trying to take the strain as he compensated, though Grayson only found it laughable that he was still trying to concentrate on lifting. For who could really concentrate, after all, with the musk of a donkey like Lewis swelling to fill the air, the intrinsic scent of a male in need, his sheath obviously showing through while his cock grew? He did not expect himself to hold back for so long, the jack's tail swinging with need, but Grayson enjoyed the moment, the rush of pleasure as he did another bench press rep.

"Unff!"

The bar sank towards his chest, brushing it, before rising again, muscles contracting to complete the rep. And yet Grayson's cock too rose to attention as if it had merely been waiting for the opportune moment to make itself known, to show the donkey exactly what effect he had on him. Perhaps it was a bit quick to be turned on by the donkey's junk practically hanging in the face, but, really, it had been the jack's eyes on him that had done the trick for him, well and truly. The lure of being watched was just something that Grayson could not resist, the stallion grunting, trying and failing to concentrate on his life.

Yet he could not help but smirk as his cock ached and throbbed, plumping up as it filled with blood and pushed from his sheath, swelling into his shorts. He hadn't put on any underwear for that session, thinking that he could be discreet enough at that hour, but it was not as if something was holding him back there, stopping him from showing off his need while Lewis did the same. Maybe it was fate to show off his assets in such an open manner, the donkey juddering behind him.

Grayson smirked. That must have meant that Lewis had spotted his dick too.

"Unff... Well, you don't seem to mind the attention."

The donkey laughed a little nervously, though seemed to pull on some store of confidence as the stallion re-racked the barbell with a grunt, chest heaving. He collapsed back to the bench, sweat slickening his back lightly where he laid down along the bench, his nose twitching and eyes half-lidded as he followed the path of the donkey around before him. The swing in his steps dragged the horse's eyes down to his cock and butt, the thick round of it, though Grayson by no means minded having a little extra to grab onto down there.

"Fuck," he hissed out through his teeth, though the word was softened in a nicker, snorting and grunting throatily. "You could have just asked me to go back to the changing rooms, you know..."

The donkey grinned, turning his back to Grayson as he toyed with the hem of his shorts.

"Yeah... But where would the fun be in that?"

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