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What, a sequel? I felt that it could at least go somewhere (lots of places, actually), so I toyed around with an idea. I hope you enjoy where it will go, and potentially go. I may one part after this, so that might be something to look forward to if you do enjoy.

Disclaimers: I am not responsible if you are underage and read, or if you dislike messy male on male fun. All characters are mine, and I'm not selling them.

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The Dormiveglia: the delightful state where the mind first enter consciousness while still asleep. It is the border between dreams and reality. The beginning of the day starts there, whether we are aware of it or not. There is a floating feeling involved, almost like laying down in a boat gently rocking...there is nothing quite like it. I entered this plane of existence not too long ago, and I knew it would be soon before my slumber was over. I slowly became aware of the air conditioner as it blew cooled air across my body, which was in contrast to the peeking sunlight as it entered my room. I felt the soft fabric of my covers surround my legs, almost cocooning them so my body may be insulated. I felt the slithering tongue on my cock and it passed-

Wait, that's not right.

I abruptly opened my eyes and gazed at my crotch in alarm and confusion. There was a large orange blur latched onto my crotch. As my vision slowly came into focus, the blur sharpened into the shape of a tiger's head.

"Lance! What the fuck...ohhhh..."I yelled/moaned at the tiger.

"Morning to you, too," he said, and then resumed sucking my cock. I don't know how long he had been sucking but I was already really close to orgasm. Lance gently fondled my now swollen balls-damn, he must have had me for quite some time-bringing me one step closer to release. I felt the molten pit of heat swell from my balls as his tongue passed over the sensitive underside of my dick. I threw my head back against the pillows as he engulfed my entire cock in his mouth. I thrust my hips up, my back arched, and-

"Fuck!"

I felt my balls throb a couple of times, and then sweet release. I shot one rope into Lance's awaiting mouth, which he greedily swallowed. Two more ropes entered his mouth, before it died down to a dribble. I was breathing heavily. Not from exertion, mind you, but more from the intense feelings right after just waking up.

"Dang, I only got you to nine inches before you woke up! I was going for at least twelve..." he said as he wiped his chin.

"Damn bastard, taking advantage of me while I sleep...." I said, head still on the pillow. But, that was certainly the best wake up I've had in a good long while. I felt my warm cock soften and retreat back into my sheath. What a way to start the day already nine inches long...

Lance and I have been together for the past two weeks now. He's moved into my apartment, and has taken advantage of my..."problem" several times sense then. Even though our sessions usually last quite a bit, they were still nowhere as intense as our first time. We figured that it wouldn't be healthy to make my cock grow that large again until I visit my doctor and let her know that my cock had permanently grown from five inches to seven overnight. Again, that doesn't mean we don't have fun with it, we are just somewhat cautious about it.

But speaking of doctor's visits....today was the six month check-up. That means I'd have to tell her about this recent anomaly. There was a slight worry in the back of my head about this, mostly because I didn't know anything about what this could indicate. I doubt Dr. Gabel knew anything about it either, which didn't help much.

"You worried about today?" Lance asked as he began to dress, pulling on some khaki cargo shorts.

"Slightly," I said, climbing out of the bed, legs still shaky from my orgasm.

"I mean, I really don't know what to expect for today. I don't know if she could tell me anything that would help me solve this mystery."

"Well, if anyone would know anything, she would. It may not be today, but new information is better than the same information."

"True." It didn't help my apprehension, though. "Oh, before I forget, you have to take me. I'm not allowed to drive there just in case they run any tests or stuff."

"That's fine; you'll just have to tell me where it is."

"It'll take twenty minutes to get there; it's not hard to find."

Two hours later though, we were at Dr. Gabel's office. I walked to the reception desk, and signed in. The frumpy badger 'hurmphed' at my arrival, and she told me to take a seat.

"Well, isn't she a pleasant person..." Lance motioned towards the receptionist.

"She's always been that way. I guess that's what happens when you work in the spot for almost 30 years...."

"30 years? Damn...."

"Yeah, she was here when I started seeing Dr. Gabel. She's greeted everyone that way, though."

"Not exactly the best vibe to send from a pediatrics office." I shrugged at that comment. We down in a corner couch. The waiting room hadn't changed much in the past 15 years that I remember, sans a change of fish, and some colors of couches. But, the arrangement was still the same, the toys scattered in the corner were still the same, and, as mentioned earlier, the receptionist hadn't changed either. The good news is that the quality of care hadn't changed either.

"Sebastian?" A doe in blue and pink scrubs peeked out from the doorway next to the receptionist's lair holding a clipboard. She was only a few inches taller than me, and almost just as skinny. Well, slim is probably a better term. Her movements were smooth, almost as if she were a dancer at some point in her life.

"You'll have to wait here, obviously," I told Lance.

"I'll entertain myself, somehow..." I patted his knee, and walked towards the door.

"Now, I'll have to chart your weight and height, though I doubt it's changed in the past four years," she laughed. Her name tag read 'Kelly Gabel'. Hmmm. She must be Dr. Gabel's daughter; I knew she was going into medicine, but she must have only recently gotten a job here because I had never seen her around the office before today.

"120 pounds, weight has been steady, and a height of 62 inches, which has also been steady. That's good," she said as I stepped off the scale.

"Now for your blood pressure. Hold out your arm, please," she asked as she held up the sphygmomanometer and wrapped the inflatable cuff around my arm. She pushed a button, and it inflated, causing my blood pressure to rise by increasing the resistance of circulation. Soon it beeped, and the cuff deflated.

"120 over 80, good. Now, follow me." She stashed the equipment in a drawer, and took the clipboard with her.

"I see you and I go to the same university," she smiled.

"Oh, majoring in nursing, or biology?" I asked.

"Both my brother and I are pre-med, hoping to get into pediatrics like our mother."

"Is he older or younger?"

"We're twins," she laughed. "Though, he's almost a foot taller than me, so it's hard to tell."

"I see."

"What are you studying?"

"Piano performance."

"Oh, I've always wanted to play! Music is really good for children's mental and psychological development. But, I never had the opportunity to play."

"If you really want to take lessons, email the department head. They should be able to redirect you to a professor that's willing to teach non-majors."

"That's tempting, but I have hardly any time. I wouldn't be a very good student," she smiled, indicating the clipboard. I understood.

"Well, here we are. Dr. Gabel will be here in a moment," she said as we entered a small room with a writing desk, a swivel stool, and a paper covered bed in it. The room was light blue, and had a large window, but the blinds were always closed, understandably so. I sat down on the bed, paper crinkling under my weight. Though it is a pediatrician's office, Dr. Gabel is still renowned for her research and recent attributes for health in general; she just prefers to take care of children. And since she was the one who helped my family cope with my "issue", I routinely see her even in my adult age because she knows more about it than anyone, even with as little information as she knows about it.

"Good afternoon, Sebby!" A tall doe wearing a stereotypical white lab coat walked in, vanilla folder in hand, calling me by the name my parents called me as a child. She's the only that gets away with it though.

"Morning, Dr. Gabel."

"Your blood pressure and weight look good. I just need to check your lungs and heart real quick," she said, pulling out a stethoscope. I lifted my shirt up, and braced myself for the cold touch. Though it really wasn't that cold, I still flinched when it touched my bare chest. She paused at a couple locations, moved it around, and paused some more before she told me to turn around. She did the same on my back, and soon I was freed from the cold device's torture. I know I'm being slightly dramatic about it.

"Well, everything seems normal so far. Is there anything that has been an issue lately?"

I blushed slightly. "Well...uh..." What the hell. She's seen me naked since I was a kid. I shouldn't be embarrassed.

"I grew. Permanently," I said, motioning towards my groin.

"Excuse me?" She asked, not necessarily out of offence, but out of clarification.

"Well, my base size is two inches longer than it normally is." Her expression became serious.

"Hmmm. When did this happen?" She asked, furrowing her brow, and placing her hand under her chin.

"About two weeks ago."

"Is there any soreness, swelling, puffiness, rash, bruising, itchiness, or anything like that?"

"N-no, nothing like that. It's fine, it's just...larger."

"Well. That is a slight concern. Is there anything you've done in the past couple of weeks that might have caused it?"

I turned really red at this point.

"Well, I started dating this guy a-and... and we had...sex." I admitted. Why was this so embarrassing? She's not my mother.

"Were you wearing protection?"

"No, but I don't think he has anything that would cause that reaction."

"Well, regardless, I will have to take some blood tests. We can find that out as well. You know, you should be careful. He could be in remission. Was there any lacerations or anything like that involved?"

"No."

"Is there anything you think that might have caused that?"

"Well....I did let it get...out of hand, if you know what I mean..." If there was a more brilliant shade of red I could have turned, I would be that color.

"Well, I have high doubts that that could be the cause. I'm sure your erections are frequent, so normal stretching, even if it is a little excessive wouldn't cause a significant amount of growth, especially in a short amount of time. We would have noticed it over time, I think." I don't know how she could remain so composed. I guess she's used to it from being a doctor or something.

"As I said, we will have to draw some blood just to be sure nothing has changed. I'll be back in a moment."

She left the room to get supplies. All of my worries about this seemed to multiply in my mind. What if Lance had an unknown STD or something, and I got it? But, there wasn't an STD out there that could make my cock grow...or could there? I mean, I didn't feel sick, and I'm sure if Lance knew about it, he would have told me, or the same thing would happen to him....

The door opened up, breaking my worried train of thought, and a large buck stood in the doorway, wearing latex gloves, syringe and bottle of rubbing alcohol in hand. His badge read 'Ryan Gabel', and I realized that he was Dr. Gabel's son, and Kelly's twin brother.

"Morning, Afternoon, whatever time it is," he greeted me.

"Hello to you, too," I said, somewhat intimidated by his tall presence. He wasn't thick; he had the same build as his sister, but she wasn't lying when she said that he was a foot taller than her. Also, his antlers were almost disproportionate to his size.

"Alright, I'm just here to draw some blood. Don't worry, we won't need much," he laughed.

"I'm aware," I said, reminding him that I was around his age.

He dabbed a napkin in the alcohol, and rubbed it on my shoulder. The cool sensation of slight numbness quickly set in as he prepared the syringe.

"Relax," he prepared my for the needle and with a quick push of his thumb-

"Owww" Though the alcohol helped with the pain, it didn't get the deep tissue. I didn't look at it, but I knew when was finished drawing the blood.

"Nice and easy. Thanks!" He got up and left. Soon, Dr. Gabel entered again.

"Did he do a good job?" She asked as soon Ryan was out of ear shot.

"I think so?" I wasn't really sure what qualified as a bad job, but I didn't want to really think about it.

"Well, I'll call you up when your blood tests come back in a few weeks. Till then, you're free to go!" She smiled at me. "Give me a call if anything weird happens again."

"Will do," I said as I hopped off of the bed. I walked through the maze-like hallways of patient rooms and various offices before I found the waiting area again. I motioned towards Lance, who was entertaining a young bunny by making funny faces. He made a sad face at the kid before standing up and walking towards me. We left (with a farewell "Hurmph" from the receptionist), and began the drive home.

"Anything new?"

"Unless you potentially have an STD, not really."

"What makes you say that?"

"It's just what Dr. Gabel asked." Lance frowned at that.

"She doesn't think I caused it, right?"

"We don't know yet. Everything's fine; it's just I'm permanently longer."

The rest of the car ride was in silence. Not that it was bad; we just didn't have anything else to say, really. We arrived at the complex, and walked into my apartment.

"I'm going to the gym in an hour; you want to go?" Lance asked. He'd been prodding for me to go with him ("You won't get big, but you'd look freakishly toned if you went!") for the past week.

"Fine. What are we doing?"

"Today is the second worst day of the week."

"How is Friday bad?"

"Not because it's Friday, but because it's leg day," he said with a grimace.

"What's the worst day of the week then?"

"The day after leg day," he shook his head.

"And this is going to convince me how?"

"Well, if you can handle this, anything is easy after that," he said with a laugh. "Come on, we leave in 30 minutes."

"Fine..."

Thirty minutes came and went. I made sure that I was drinking water, and I changed into blue running shorts, blue T-shirt, and wore a somewhat worn white pair of tennis shoes. Lance stepped out of the bathroom wearing all black. "It helps with the insulation," he told me.

Soon, we were in his car once more, and we found ourselves at the gym he worked out in. What surprised me slightly was that it was a smaller gym, and there was a martial arts room attached to it. I expected him to go to a super fancy, state of the art type of gym.

"Javier Tull runs this place. He's a sixth degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do, knows a little Judo and Aikido....not a guy you'd want to mess with. Despite his grumpy looks, he's a fair guy. He will probably let you in for today for free if we ask nicely."

I was actually kind of nervous going in there, seeing as I had never really been to the gym. But, you never know until you do it (or something like that). I tailed behind Lance as he opened a large glass door and walked towards the front desk.

"Hey, Harvey," Lance said to the large tiger sitting at the desk. He grunted in acknowledgement. "This is Sebastian. He'll be working out with me today. He's never worked out before, so I'm here just to make sure he doesn't kill himself or something." The large tiger and I made eye contact. A slight shill went down my spine as he looked me over.

"Don't kill him, and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid, or you'll wash the mirrors," he grunted and keyed something on the computer. Lance laughed. "Don't worry; he'll be fine with me. Thanks!" Lance headed towards the gym half of the building and I followed him through another glass door.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"That was the owner."

"But I thought his name was Javier."

"It is. But we call him Harvey."

"Why is that?"

"The Koreans couldn't pronounce his name, so it's been kind of a running joke. Alright, we're going to stretch a little bit so we don't injure ourselves more than we have to," he motioned towards an empty space in the back of the room. "It won't be anything strenuous, just some light stretches, especially on our hamstrings."

I didn't know what I was doing, so I imitated Lance throughout his stretches. He was surprisingly flexible; but unlike me, he had been doing this for quite some time.

"Alright, first up is the leg press. We won't do squats today; though it's a standard movement and exercise, the form is very important to get, otherwise you'll damage your knees, and I don't want to do that today."

The machine was in the far corner of the room, and it looked rather imposing with the long bar sticking across from it, and the high foot plate that was 45 degrees in the air, away from the chair.

"Ok. You'll sit here, and place your feet in the middle of the plate up here, about shoulder width apart. When you're in position and ready, you push up a bit, twist these handles out, and bring your knees to your chest. You don't have to bring your knees in far; about 90 degrees will do. Then you push the plate up with your heels, and repeat. When you're tired, you'll twist the handles back in, and it'll stop the weight. Go ahead, give it a try. No weight, just yet."

I sat down and lifted my feet up. I pushed up, and the plate was surprisingly light. But, there wasn't any weight on it, so that was probably why. I twisted the handles out, and slowly brought my knees to my chest. I felt it pull on my hamstrings a bit, all the way to the base of my glutes. I got my knees to a 90 degree angle, and then pushed. This time, I felt a small ache in my quads. Nothing major, but I could see why we started with no weight. I managed to push out 15 reps before the ache became more present and I twisted to handles, and with a small thud, the weight rested at the top position.

"Nice! Now, help me get four 45 pound plates on the left side."

"Four plates? That's 360 pounds," I said, raising my eyebrow.

"I can do over 1000 pounds on this thing. This is my warm-up weight," he said with a wink.

1000 pounds....god damn. I placed the four plates on as he asked, though I was surprised by the heaviness of the weight. I mean, yeah, it's 45 pounds, but to actually know how much you're carrying puts a new perspective on it. Lance sat down and propped his feet up. He inhaled and exhaled a few times, and then pushed. The handles twisted, and the weight lowered. I watched as his hamstrings tensed, and then he pushed the weight up. I saw his quads flex under the pressure. However, it didn't seem like much effort was involved, as he quickly repeated the motion. He went for a total of 20 reps before stepping out of the machine's seat.

"Well, that was nice," he said, shaking his leg to get the blood flowing.

"Now, for your next set, I'd do only one 45 on each side, just to make sure you can still work with some resistance," he told me as he removed three plates on his side, and I removed three plates on my side. I sat down in the seat, and looked up at the bar. I planted my feet, and pushed and twisted the handles. I was not ready for the weight, but I caught myself. It wasn't so bad; I got another 15 reps in before the lactic acid buildup in my muscles forced me to stop. I got out, and I felt the pump in my quads. It was a nice feeling.

"It may feel good now, but tomorrow, I wouldn't be surprised if you fell out of bed trying to get up."

"How many plates now, Lance?"

"Seven on each side."

"Damn. 630 pounds already?"

"It's not so bad. Nice moderate weight." That's not exactly how I'd describe it. He sat down in the seat and treated me to a nice show of strength. During his 16 reps, I watched the veins of his quads pop as those gorgeous muscles flexed. I was almost too distracted, and before I knew it, he was done.

"Alright, let's try two plates for you. If you need any help, I'll be here."

"Do you really think I'm that weak?"

"Hey, we all start somewhere. There will come a time when you'll need a spotter. The worst thing you can do in the gym is make an ass of yourself by trying to do more than you can by yourself. That's called ego."

Two plates were loaded, and I sat down in the chair. The resistance was very noticeable now, but with the help of a grunt or two, I managed twelve reps before locking the handles in place. I was beginning to sweat now. I took a drink of water, and helped Lance load ten plates on each side. My arms were beginning to hurt after that.

"Ok, now...you got this..." he pumped himself up as he placed his feet on the main plate. With a loud grunt he pushed forward. I was actually impressed that he was able to lift that. With a staggering display of strength, he twisted the handles, and let the plate down, and up. His quads were firing like mad, and it was mesmerizing watching the various fibers fire under his skin. Ten reps later and he was finished.

"Geez, that felt good!" he exclaimed as he stepped out of the chair. He wiped his brow with a towel, and took a large drink of water before helping me take all but three plates off of the machine.

"Alright, just try your best. Don't feel too bad if you don't get many out."

I sat in the machine, and placed my feet on the plate. I pushed. It didn't give. Lance cocked an eyebrow at me, which sort of fueled my motivation a little bit. I wanted to do ten. I think I could. I pushed harder, digging my heels into the plate as he had instructed earlier. My grip was really tight on the handles, and I could feel my muscles strain as I pushed forward. I twisted the handles, and slowly let the weight down. It was painful. I pushed up, and the effort made my back pop. However, I gritted my teeth and let it down again. I pushed up, feeling my muscles ache. But I continued. Two reps became four. Four became five. The sixth one was where I could tell that my overestimated goal was really far away, and I most likely wouldn't make it.

"Keep going, man. Push, dammit!" Lance encouraged me. I pushed as hard as I could. Seven reps. Now things were getting intense. The blood that was rushing through my legs pooled in my groin, and I felt an erection come on. I started to get nervous about it, but I still wanted to get a few more reps in...eight...nine....ten-

Throb

I quickly twisted the handle bars as I felt that familiar twang of pleasure. The weight landed on the holders with a small thud, weights clanging together. I dropped my legs, and judging by Lance's cocky grin, I knew that he was not only surprised by my meager accomplishment, but he noticed my erection as well.

"Shh, don't worry. No one's going to notice if you lean forward. It'll pass...." He stifled a laugh.

"Shut up, asshole," I said, blushing. My erection quickly died away, and I was free to stand up.

"Now for the grand finale: Twelve plates."

I quickly did the math. 1080lbs, on the rack.

"What's the most you've ever done?" I asked in awe.

"Thirteen," he laughed. "I've been trying to reach fourteen for a month now, but it's always better to be smart about this kind of thing. I know when I'll be ready to do it."

The plates were loaded, and he sat down in the chair.

"Hey, Ian!" he called across the room. A familiar panther looked up. I don't know where I had seen him, though. It have been at school, or around town or-

"Hey, you're that pianist!" Ian exclaimed as he reached this side of the room.

"Uh...yeah, I play piano," I said, not really sure what to say to his greeting.

"I'm a composition major. Did Lance rope you into this?" he asked with a laugh.

"Yeah, but he won't be able to spot me for this. You free for a minute or two?" Lance butted in.

"Yeah, Master Tull just wants me to clean the equipment after you're done," Ian said.

"You work here now?"

"For free Tae Kwon Do classes, yeah."

"Nice! Alright, get ready." And with that, Lance placed his feet on the plate and pushed. The physical strain was easily seen. His muscles pushed against each other as they flexed, almost fighting amongst themselves as to which strand would actually be the one lifting. He twisted the handles, and in an impressive display of muscle control, slowly let the weight down towards his body.

I watched with amazement as his muscles rippled under his fur. With each inch that he lowered the weight, fibers danced underneath his skin, never ceasing until his movement stopped. Even then as he held the weight, some strands twitched under the pressure, supporting the weight. Lance grunted, and forced the weight upwards. His quads quivered as they worked. A sheen of sweat decorated his fur, and veins quickly popped to the surface.

"One," Ian counted.

Lanced lowered the weight again, and pushed upwards.

"Two."

The third was where the struggle began. Lance almost couldn't push through, but he gritted his teeth and pushed.

"Three."

The physical strain was almost become too much, even for me, and I was just watching. I could tell that the next two were going to be his last reps, but even then, I wanted him to do well.

"Come on, Lance!" I didn't know where that came from, but it certainly had an effect on Lance. He practically glared at the weight as he pushed upwards.

"Four."

"Come on, one more..."

The weight lowered. He stopped, took a big breath and-

Well, I couldn't really imitate the sound he made. Not without embarrassing myself, at least. But it was a roar crossed with a hint of pain, slight yelling on the treble end of the sonic spectrum....something like that.

"Five!" Lance quickly twisted the handles, and the weight landed with a resounding thud, weights clanging.

"God DAMN that felt good!" he yelled as he rested his head back, legs flopping to the floor.

"Nice job. Anyways, I'm going to head to class, see you all later!" Ian walked off, tail swaying in between his legs.

"Whew...Alright, that's the only free weight exercise that we will do. Now that we've warmed everything up, time for some isolation exercises!"

Warmed up? I was already somewhat tired....damn cat.

Forty minutes later, after leg extensions, hamstring curls, calf raises (both standing and seated), and finally hip adductor exercises ("Guys typically don't like to do this cause it doesn't look like a masculine motion,"), we were finished. I sat down in the lobby area and let my now flimsy legs rest for a bit.

"Hey, you actually didn't do too badly! 200lbs on standing calf raise for someone your size is pretty good!"

"Not as good as your 500...which was all of the weight on the machine," I retorted. I actually was pretty pleased with myself, however. Despite the differences in amount of weight lifted, I managed to keep up with him. Taking small steps adds up to progress, after all.

The door to the lobby opened. I glanced over, and did a double take. My eyes widen at the sight of a tall black stallion entering the lobby. I knew Lance was large, but this guy easily surpassed him. He was about 7 feet tall, and looked to be in the 280-290 pound range. His shirt was strained, and left little to the imagination of what hid under there. Huge mounds occupied his upper torso, and even with all of the lights in the lobby, his pectoral shelf created a shadow all along his midsection. You could almost see every all of his abs with how tight his shirt was!

I glanced at his legs, and found huge bulging quads. The V imprint in the lower thigh was clearly etched into his shorts. His knees were laces with veins, tendons, and some of the ligaments were clearly visible, even with his dark fur. His calves were thick slabs of meat, corded with thick veins. I looked up at his face as he walked forward, catching sight of the prominent bulge in his shorts on the way up. His eyes were a deep chocolate, and seemed to radiate with warmth of heart. His mane was shorter than normal, but it only seemed to accentuate his size. He walked past me, and held out his hand to Lance.

"I was wondering when you'd show up, Kellen," Lance greeted him as he shook the stallion's hand. Even with a simple gesture as a handshake, the strands of muscle visibly twitched under th stallion's fur. Oh...this could be problematic if Lance introduces him to me...

"Kellen, this is my boyfriend and roommate, Sebastian," Lance gestured towards me.

"Nice to meet you," he outstretched his hand and I weakly shook it, feeling the power of his grip.

"Kellen is my personal trainer," Lance added. "He might be helping you every so often, if you ask nicely."

"What did you hit today?" I couldn't get enough of that bass voice. It resonated within my body, but not obnoxiously so like someone who was playing music too loud. It was a soft rumble, and I could feel it in the depths of my body.

"L-legs," I stuttered.

"Ah! Of course, that's Lance's specialty. Do you work out often?"

"Today was the first day for him," Lance answered for me.

"Of many, I hope. Well, it was good to meet you. Good to see you too, Lance." Kellen, the muscle-bound stallion, walked off. I relaxed as he left.

"Why so tense? Does he scare you, or," he glanced down at my shorts, which showed a very prominent erection "is he really that hot?"

"Take your guess..." I mumbled, blushing and trying to hide my crotch. Lance laughed and slapped me on the back.

"Is he dead?" The large beast of a tiger humphed from his open office.

"Nope. In fact," he looked at me with a certain glint in his eye "I'll pay for his first month!"

"Don't bother. It's on me," Harvey grunted.

"Even better! Thanks Harvey!" He slapped me on the back again. "Alright, big guy, time to go home."

I tried to stand up, but my legs were now beginning to protest my recent actions.

"Easy there," Lance caught me. How romantic.

I wobbled to the car, relieved once more that I could sit down again.

"How do you feel?" Lance asked as he drove.

"I think my legs are still at the gym," I said, rubbing my legs, feeling the onset of soreness quickly approaching.

"Wait till tomorrow..." he groaned. "But it'll get better after a while. Your hamstrings and butt will probably be the sorest, and don't be too surprised if your calves aren't sore. You use them a lot anyways, so they're resilient bastards."

I didn't really know what to think about that information, other than my legs felt completely useless now.

"But, I'm glad you enjoyed your leg presses," he mentioned with a smirk. I blushed a bit and looked out he window.

"Shush. You almost caused me a great deal of embarrassment, and not just from the leg press." I punched him lightly on the shoulder as I turned around.

"That just lets me know that you like working out," he snickered. "As for Kellen..."

I punched him on the shoulder again.

"I know he's hot. That's why he's my personal trainer. If he does help you with anything, I won't be mad."

"Anything?" I asked, cocking my eyebrow. Lance just smiled as we drove.

We eventually made it home. The stairs were now my worst enemy, as I trudged upwards. As soon as I crawled (not really, mind you) through the door, I told Lance I was going to take a shower.

"Fine with me," he said as he headed off to the kitchen to get a drink of water or something.

I entered the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. I was an exhausted mess. My fur was matted in various places, and sticking out at odd angles in others. I took off my shirt and shorts, and looked at my legs. Faint outlines of muscle could be seen in my thighs, mostly due to the pump. I flexed my quads a bit, feeling the somewhat soothing ache as my tired muscle bunched up. I shook my head, and turned on the shower, finally removing my underwear.

The warm water soothed my aching muscles. I soaked for a minute or two, surrendering to the relaxing heat. I grabbed the shampoo, and quickly lathered myself up. When I got my legs, I found that they were now delightfully sore. I rubbed them, but not too harsh since they were very tender. I erected my torso, and stood in the spray of the shower again, my back facing the door. I let my head back, and closed my eyes.

After a hard day, I needed this. Working out did relieve some of my stress about...recent developments, but I was still slightly worried. I had no idea what the blood test would show-if anything-related to the recent growth. Lance didn't seemed to mind, in fact, I think he secretly wants it to permanently grow some more...I wouldn't mind so much if I knew all of the risks involved.

I opened my eyes as warm arms wrapped around my midsection. Large, orange muscular arms held me firmly, and I felt Lance's warm body make contact with my back.

"I need a shower, too you know..." he purred into my ear.

"Fine..." I mock sighed, smiling as he rubbed my stomach before letting me go. He grabbed his shampoo, and began lathering himself up.

"Here, let me get your back," I said, dolloping a bit of shampoo in my paw, and began rubbing his hardened back. The lather reached the entire expanse before the water washed it away. I continued to rub despite the lack of shampoo. His muscles felt too good not to touch them. I mapped the contours, feeling the edges of his rhomboids. He flexed them by pulling his shoulder blades back. I moved south, running my fingers along his spinal erectors, those thick columns of muscle that framed his spine. He placed his arms at his side and flexed his lats for me. I caressed them, marveling at their width and density. Through the weeks, Lance and I have gotten intimate several times, but it never ceased to amaze me how much muscle he actually had.

Slowly, he turned around and embraced me. I rested my head against his mighty pecs. Their warmth was comforting, almost momentarily relieving me from my worries. My arms wrapped around his waist, and I caught the base of his tail. He arched back a little in response. I scratched the area above it, and he squirmed a little me, much to my delight.

"Ticklish, are we?" I grinned.

"Y-yes, but not as bad as you!" he grinned, vigorously rubbing his fingers along my ribs.

"A-ah! H-hey now!" I laughed as I pulled away, trying not to fall over from the wet floor.

"Alright, fine. Come 'ere," he opened his arms again, and I fell into them. I don't know what it is about it, but I just felt so secure in his large arms. As I lay in his embrace, I felt him kiss the top of my head. I looked up, and he leaned down to kiss me again.

Our mouths met. The tenderness that emanated from him was so unlike the lust fueled haze of our first coupling. I've found that he does have a sweet spot, but the fact that he can be ravenous as well makes him that much more alluring to me. He kissed me deeply. The smooth texture of his lips lingered, even as he pulled away and knelt down on the tiled floor, giving me butterfly kisses all the way down my stomach. I knew where this was going, and I had no intentions of stopping it. He stopped as soon as he reached my groin. The tip of my cock poked out of my sheath from anticipation.

"It'll be ten inches, right? Two from this morning, and one from the gym?" I nodded.

His eyes lit up. I've found that he is sort of a size queen, but at least he can be sated. He glanced down at my twitching sheath, and gently placed a paw on it. It twitched some more, and soon about half my flaccid cock was out. He gently began to stroke, causing more and more blood to fuel the erection. His strokes gradually got longer as my cock became more and more erect, and soon, it had reached its peak at ten inches. Beads of pre formed at the tip, but were quickly either washed away, or picked up my Lance's paw. The running water softened the rough texture of his calloused paw. His other hand meandered along my thighs, seemingly rubbing the soreness in my legs away.

He licked his lips, and began to suckle on the tip of my cock. By now, I didn't react as...spastically to this motion, but it still sent electrical sparks down my spine. He continued to suckle, eliciting moans from me. His wondering hands continued to ghost up and down my thighs and I couldn't help but thrust my hips forward. He stopped suckling, and I got a mischievous idea. I thrust lightly in and out of his mouth, lightly face-fucking him. He opened his eyes in surprise-I'm not usually aggressive like this. But, he went with it. The smell of his own arousal was slowly filling the shower stall, and I knew that he was enjoying the treatment I was giving him.

I placed my hands on his head, and thrust a bit harder. The sensations of my dick running over his rough tongue sent shivers down my spine, and I felt my balls tense up. He fondled them lightly, adding more pleasure to the mix. Pre leaked from my cock, greedily slurped up by Lance. Normally, I wouldn't get tired this quickly, but, due to recent events, my butt was actually beginning to cramp slightly. I pulled out, leaving Lance slightly out of breath.

"Aww... it was just starting to get fun, too..." he complained.

"Well, maybe if I hadn't gone to the gym with you, I could fuck your face some more," I retorted.

"Or...you could let me do all the work."

"Fine with me," I said sitting down on the wet tiled flooring.

He sat down and once again began to suck my dick. The wonderful sensations continued sans the cramp in my ass. He bobbed his head up and down my shaft, almost taking the entire length in his warm mouth. I gently humped his mouth every time it went down my shaft, adding a little bit of delicious friction on my end. His hands soon began to wonder along my chest now, giving me goose bumps. His thumbs latched onto my nipples, causing a slight 'yipp' to escape from my mouth. He pinched them several times, causing them to harden. The shocks of pleasure went straight to my dick, and it involuntarily flexed in his mouth.

He quickened his pace, taking the fact that I was now producing a steady stream of pre as a sign that I wasn't too far off. I scratched his head, and I felt him purr around my cock. The vibrations were incredible. The focal point seemed to rest at my balls, shaking my entire shaft. A large spurt of pre shot out of my cock, and-

Throb

I let a lengthy moan out as my cock grew in his mouth. He had stopped his ministrations and held my cock in place as it grew in length and thickness. He pulled me out of his slick maw, and nuzzled against my balls, which were now almost painfully swollen. He licked them, bathing them in saliva. The rough texture of his tongue allowed for the skin of my sac to easily be picked up and manipulated. I squirmed. Though delightful, this wasn't the sensation I wanted. He was just being a damn tease, the bastard.

Lance forcefully slurped along my sac, crossing over onto my throbbing cock. Pre was now spurting onto my belly, though the running water washed it away. He did this three more times before stopping. My cock throbbed in the air. I closed my eyes in anticipation of what was going to happen next. I heard two splats of feet next to my ribs and opened my eyes.

Lance was crouching over me, his ass right above my cock. I couldn't believe it. I had never penetrated him before; he was always the one fucking me!

"Consider this as a small thank you for working out with me," he said in that rough voice of his. He lowered his ass until it made contact with my tip. Then, with a smooth motion-

"OH fuck...." I moaned as half of my dick now rested in his ass. It was tight. Not painfully so, but it was so firm that it caused the right amount of pressure to squeeze my dick without being a death grip. He lifted his hips up, almost causing me to go with him because he was so tight, and slammed down again, this time engulfing my entire cock.

Apparently, despite his tightness, he had done this before because there wasn't any discomfort on his face. Rather, he had a heavenly look on him, like someone getting a certain itch relieved. His cock slapped down on my chest with a slight_thwap_ from the water that lay there. He grabbed the soap shelf above my head, and used it as a counter balance. Apparently, today's workout was having a toll on him as well.

He slammed his hips against mine (Bruising was a thought that occurred to me in the back of my mind) several more times, each one eliciting more and more moans from not only him, but myself as well. My cock ran over his prostate, which was a small bulge I could feel about halfway along my shaft. Several spurts of pre shot out during these thrusts, and it helped my dick glide along his insides. A light tingling sensation filled my balls, telling me that release was not too far off. He quickened the pace of his hips, shifting his weight forward slightly, allowing for a slight change in friction. I couldn't help thrusting upwards slightly, allowing me to do deeper in his ass.

Throb

I thrust my hips up high, almost causing a cramp in my ass. I could feel his insides stretch a little more to accommodate my growth. He moaned loudly, his ass flexed, and I could see the effort he made not to climax just yet. His cock spurted a large jet of pre in my face, and was quickly washed away by the now lukewarm water. I relaxed my hips, and he continued, but now he was gingerly slamming his hips down (as contradictory as that seems). My hips began to spasm as my knot formed, quickly inflating with blood. Soon, he couldn't swiftly take it, and he was left on top of it, trying to push down. It was almost too thick for him to take, but he was determined to have me tie him. I was surprised at how little my knot gave in.

"Come on, Sebastian...I need your help," he told me in a low raspy voice. He pushed down again, and I pushed upwards. Even with our combined efforts, it was still too thick. He paused for a moment, and took a deep breath.

"Alright, three...two...one...PUSH!" He pushed down as hard as he could, and I thrust my hips as hard as I could. At first, nothing happened. But, I could feel his tight entrance slowly go down on my hypersensitive knot. His face was contorted with strain. I didn't want to hurt him, but he was so determined. I pushed a little harder and-

We collided on the tiled floor. I knew I'd have a bruise on my ass from his weight suddenly forcing its way down, but I didn't feel the pain. Pure bliss surrounded my knot as it was forced into his rear. His insides quivered, and I felt the enlarged bulb of his prostate pulse as cum spewed in my face. He didn't make a sound. He and I were both in shock from the sudden pleasure. A surge of electricity suddenly renewed itself in my muscles, and I humped his ass as much as I could with the limited room I had. My balls rose up, and I fell off the edge of sweet release. Several ropes of cum shot out of my dick and coated his insides. My knot prevented any of it from leaking out, and the back pressure was quickly building. Several more shots of his cum landed on my face and chest, and his orgasm soon subsided. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily.

I was still cumming though. It was shots at this point, but my prostate was still pumping juices into him. My cock quivered and spasmed a few more times as it ended. We laid there in the afterglow of our sex. It was still sensitive, and every shift he made sent almost painfully pleasurable sparks through my body. I don't know how long we were there, but the water was now noticeably cold. He pushed himself up, and with a slick pop, untied himself from me. A rush of semen flowed out of his ass, and quickly went down the drain.

"Oh...that feels so much better. You can sure fill a guy," he commented, sitting down again, grabbing the soap and lathering up his crotch area. He threw the bar to me and I did the same. My deflated cock was still really sensitive, but not enough for me to get another erection.

"I'll put that on my resume," I said as I stood up, and rinsed off in the painfully cold water. I was still having a funny time walking, and I had to grip the towel rack as I stepped out of the stall and dried off using my favorite green towel.

Lance, however, was having a worse time than I was.

"It's been a while since I've been taken, let alone knotted..." he mumbled as he struggled to get up. I grabbed his hand and he braced himself on me. He grabbed the other towel on the rack, and began to dry off.

"Tomorrow is really going to suck..."

And it did.

Even before I work up, I could feel a certain pain shoot through me. A dull ache clouded my early morning minutes, and as I woke up and shifted the covers off of me and moved my legs to stand up out of bed, I could feel it. I almost fell over from being so sore. Every movement with my legs I made, they screamed at me. My ass, hamstrings, quads, adductors, abductors, and even the center of calves....they all felt like they were dying. It was fortunate that I didn't have class today, because moving up and down those stairs....I shuddered at the though. At least I wasn't bruised anywhere.

Lance wasn't in any better shape. He was actually probably worse off than I was, but he didn't show it. His movements were still noticeably sluggish.

"I told you today would be bad," he grumbled as we ate breakfast. "But, today's going to be almost as fun."

"And why is that?"

"Chest day!" He threw his hands up in excitement.

"It is really that good?" I asked, eyebrow rising in the progress.

"Oh yeah. You'll feel like a man tomorrow."

"I'm sure I will...."

Soon, we were at the gym again. Lance led me around to the other side of the gym, where several benches were angled at various degrees, most notably the decline and incline bench. Two others were flat, and Lance led me to those first.

"Now, the bar itself is about 45 pounds. It's important to build form first, ESPECIALLY with the bench press. You'll hurt your shoulder if you go too low. Now, take a seat and lay flat on your back." I did as I was told. The black bench was padded slightly, but it was still very firm.

"Now, see those two lines in the middle of the serrated grips? Normally, people would place their middle finger there. Since you have a shorten span, you'll probably place your hands about half of an inch to the inside of that line. When you grab it, don't hook your thumb around the bar; keep it next to your index finger. Don't bend your wrist too far back. Keep your elbows in, arch your back slightly, and push up. Go ahead."

I gripped the bar exactly as he said. It was a little weird at first, but I'm there were various reasons on why I should keep my paws that way. I pushed up, and I did not expect the lack of resistance as it shot forward. I slowly let it down.

"Stop about there. If you go any further, you end up stretching out the shoulder a little bit, and you don't want that." My elbows were a little bit shallow of 45 degrees. I kept that mental note as I pushed upwards.

"Squeeze at the top."

I flexed my pecs as hard as I could-not that was saying much-and let the bar down again. Up and down the bar went, and Lance critiqued my form whenever it got sloppy. I did about 25 reps before he told me to stop.

"Well, that was easy," I commented as I sat up.

"Of course it was, nothing was on it. Actually," he said as he loaded a 45 pound plate onto the bar, "it's harder to control when nothing is on it. You probably won't notice it today, but even I have a hard controlling just the bar." I loaded a 45 on the other side, and he laid down on the bench.

"Also, don't forget to breathe. Inhale as it comes towards you, and exhale as you push." He pushed the bar up, letting out a steady stream of air. He lowered the bar and inhaled. He pushed upwards again, exhaling. He managed 16 reps before he placed the bar back on the bench.

"We will start with 20 pounds on each side for you. Grab two 10's." I pulled the 45 off of the bar, and switched it out with two 10 pound plates. I laid down on the bench again. I gripped the bar and pushed up. Well, I tried to. It didn't budge as easily as it did with no weight. I pushed harder, and it moved with a lot more resistance. I thought I'd be almost as easy as with no weight, since Lance made 45 pounds on each side seem so effortless. I slowly let the weight down, making sure my elbows were in, and I didn't let my elbows go past 45 degrees. When it reached that point, I pushed upwards. The strain was a lot more apparent now as I lowered the weight again.

"I'll help you if you need it," Lance held out his paws and followed the bar without touching it. Six reps came and went, and the seventh I started to struggle a little bit. Eight was more difficult, and I really had to push out number nine.

"One more..." Lance encouraged me. I let the weight down, and pushed as hard as I could, but it was not enough. I got it about half way up before my muscles failed me.

"And there you go." Lance slowly picked it up, letting me push with whatever effort I had left over and it clanged onto the bar. My arms flopped down, and I could feel tightness in my pecs.

"Nice pump, eh?" Lance chuckled.

"I guess so..." I rubbed my chest as I got off of the bench. "How much do you want?"

"One 45 and a 35." We loaded the plates and he laid down on the bench. Though he was successful with 12 reps, the additional strain was easy to see. He was lightly sweating now.

"Yeah! That felt good!" He exclaimed, smiling at me.

"I'm sure it was," I said, trying not to sound like I felt inferior, which I did.

But, we all have to start somewhere, right?

"Alright. Now, one 25 plate. Try to go for 8 reps. It may not seem like a lot more weight, but you'll definitely feel those extra ten pounds." We exchanged the plates and I was back on the bench. I pushed the bar up as hard as I could. Now that I knew the pressure that was expected of me, it was initially easier than the previous set. However, Lance was correct about the weight. I started to struggle around rep four, and if Lance hadn't been spotting me, I could have suffered a great deal of embarrassment because the last rep was a complete bust. I got up with a heavy sigh. I was slightly flustered at why I couldn't do it.

"Hey, great job!" Lance encouraged me. Well, he tried to.

"Yeah, yeah..." I mumbled.

"Hey, you can't compare yourself to me. You've been training for one day, and I've been training for almost 7 years now. You're doing pretty well, all things considered."

It was a humbling experience to say the least, and I may have secretly wished I had started lifting earlier, but I knew even then, I wouldn't be as large as Lance was. I mean, he's a tiger. Tigers have a much thicker build than foxes do.

"Alright, body weight time. Load two 45's, and a 10 on each side."

"I can't spot with that," I told him.

"Damn. Uh...." The door to the gym opened. "Perfect! Hey Kellen!"

The tall black equine waved at us and walked over. Shit. Now I just needed to embarrass myself in front of him, beyond just the accidental erection.

"Hey, how's it going, Lance? Sebastian right?" I nodded. "Awesome! I can be pretty terrible with names sometimes."

"We're doing fine. A little sore from yesterday, but nothing we can't walk off."

"I see. What can I help you with?"

"Well, as great this little guy is doing," he slapped me on the back, "he can't spot 245 pounds on the bench press."

"I'd love to help!" Kellen stepped around to the other side of the bench while Lance laid down. Kellen bent down some to help with the bar, and I couldn't help but notice the close proximity his crotch was to Lance's face. Maybe he didn't notice, but I certainly did.

"You ready?"

"Yeah...OK. Three...Two...One..." Lance pushed, and Kellen helped guide the bar over his chest. He let the weight down and paused. I almost thought he couldn't do it, but he soon proved me wrong by forcing the weight up with a great surge of energy.

"One."

The weight lowered again, and was pushed up with the same force.

"Two."

Kellen never changed really changed his position. I noticed that he was looking at Lance's arms the entire time. What he was looking for, I had no idea, but Lance got about six reps in before Kellen started to follow the bar more. Lance's seventh and eight reps were a struggle.

"One more...You can do it..." Kellen encouraged him. Lance snarled, and forced the weight back up, clanging the weights on the holder. Lance dropped him arms, splaying them at his sides.

"Whew...that was almost bad..." he said.

"Well you got through it." Kellen looked at me. "Your turn. How much do you want? 200, right?" I gave him a funny look and he laughed. "Nah, 30 should be good."

We loaded the bar and I placed myself on the bench. I expected Lance to spot me, but Kellen stayed firm behind the bench.

"I'm going to use the restroom real quick, Sebastian. Make sure he doesn't hurt himself, Kellen." I stared upwards. Kellen's crotch was practically right in front of my face. Looking at it from this angle made it seem even larger than it actually was, and I knew this was going to be a potentially embarrassing situation. Fortunately, I was wearing tighter underwear than I was yesterday, so at least if I did get an erection, it wouldn't be as prominent.

However, I kind of didn't want that tantalizing bulge in front of my eyes, especially while lifting. Being distracted isn't a good thing while lifting, I assume.

"Come on now, the weight won't lift itself!" I couldn't see most of his face around the bulge. I wonder if he knew that as he stared down at me, mouth salivating....

Nonononononono NO, dammit.

I shook my head, and concentrated as best as I could on the bar in front of me. I gripped the bar, and Kellen helped guide it above my chest. I slowly lowered it, making sure my form still held strong. With a great effort, I pushed the bar away from my chest.

"Watch your right paw..." Kellen advised me. I looked at it, and saw that it was about two inches lower than my left. I quickly leveled the bar before lowering it again.

"Don't forget to breathe, now...Nice and easy..." The bass of his voice was almost too distracting. However, it resounded within my ears enough to help me through this ordeal. I pushed upwards, now focusing on keeping the bar straight.

"Awesome...that's two...let's go for four more. Nice and easy, don't go down too far..." I stopped the bar where it was at and pushed upwards.

"Squeeze and force the bar up! Nice, three..." he said as I reached the apex of my lift. My arms were starting to shake. I don't think I could do three more, but if Kellen thought I could, then why not? I let the bar down slowly for a fourth time. I inhaled through my nose, and I almost wished I hadn't.

I could smell him. I'm not talking about his deodorant or body spray or whatnot...I could smell his pure, unadulterated musk. It was a sharper smell than Lance's cinnamon flavored one, definitely had a hint of tobacco about him. That's kind of strange, given his health nut status.

"Whoa now, don't forget to push up now!" Kellen snapped me out of my scent infused bewilderment, and I started to push. Now things were difficult. I kept getting wafts of Kellen's primal scent, my arms were shaking, and the bulge-did it just twitch?

"OHgahhh!" I gasped/yelled/grunted as I finished the push. Kellen held the bar steady so I could breathe a little.

"Alright, one final rep. This is all you, little guy. You got this."

I gulped, and slowly lowered the bar. Kellen held on to it just light enough that he wasn't affecting my motion any. I struggled to push upwards. MY arms were shaking, and I could actually feel the strands of my pecs thrash as they fried as hard as they could under my skin. I may have pushed upwards, but I knew Kellen was dragging most of the weight. I still managed to get it on the hooks without him taking it from me though.

My arms flopped to the side out of exhaustion. My eyes automatically closed as I breathed deep breaths. I opened one eye slightly to find that Kellen was still planted in the spotter's position. I couldn't resist eyeing his crotch. The bulge was just so...big. I don't know how anyone's eyes could not gravitate towards it. I could almost make out the small gap between his resting balls. My cock twitched, and I blushed a little.

"Like something you see?" he asked me as he bent down a little. My hands instantly went to my groin. He laughed as I sat up, blushing.

"Don't worry about it. With Lance in tow, I can see how you're attracted to size."

I didn't know what to say to that. I was too embarrassed to speak at this point. Fortunately, Lance finally came back from the restroom.

"I see he isn't dead yet," he commented.

"Maybe from embarrassment..." I muttered.

"Thanks for your help, Kellen."

"No problem. You guys have a good day; call me if you need me!" He gave me a wink as he waved, and I swear he put a little too much emphasis on 'need' so that it was directed specifically at me. Lance started to head to the free weights on the other side of the room.

"Aren't you going to do another rep?"

"We're short on time...I forgot that I had to reschedule a lesson today. That's fine though; we will still get done what we need." He motioned to two benches next to each other.

"Alright, this exercise will work the pectoralis minor, which runs vertically, as opposed to the pectoral major that runs horizontally. It's right behind the major, so it's not an aesthetic muscle. However, it controls the range of motion of bringing something over your head and then in front of you, so it's still important. It will also give your pecs some depth to them as well."

He sat down on the bench after grabbing one 35 pound weight. He laid down as we did with the bench press, but moved further up the bench than we had before.

"You'll want your head slightly off of the bench. This is more for the weight, so it doesn't catch on anything. It'll also allow you to arch your back some without too much discomfort. Now, take the weight like so," He had it above his head, griped with both paws overlapping each other, almost as if he was catching a football. The bar of the weight was through the gap his index and thumbs made. Both of his palms were facing up. "Now, with your elbows bent slightly and tucked in as we did on the bench press, put the weight behind and past your head slightly. You will feel a stretch in your chest. From here, with forcing your arms to work, push it up, and slightly past your face so that in the rare freak accident that you do drop the weight, it won't be on your face. I'd start off with 20 pounds just to be safe."

I searched for a 20 pound weight. I found one and reached for it. However, a black furred hand beat me to it, and I bumped into it.

"Sorry!" I said instantly. The hand belonged to a tall black panther. He didn't look terribly muscular as Lance did, but he still gave off a certain vibe that radiated athleticism.

"Nah, it's fine." He told me in a rich baritone voice. I quickly picked up another 20 pound weight that was not currently being picked up by another member of the gym and headed over to the bench next to Lance.

He stood at the head of the bench, as he would if he was spotting for the bench press. I laid down as he instructed again, making sure that my head wasn't completely off of the bench. He helped me get my paws in position around the weight, and I hoisted it above my head. I lowered it behind me, and felt a peculiar strain along my chest. It wasn't bad, but it was certainly a unique sensation.

"Don't forget to bend your elbows."

"I know," I said before I pushed the weight up. The fronts of my shoulders were also feeling the strain, but I figured they would, given the small anatomy lesson Lance gave me.

"Nice," Lance commented.

I lowered the weight again, and pushed up. This was simpler than the bench press, I've found. But, as with the bench press, it was easy to go too low, as Lance reminded me on my third rep. I found a nice easy rhythm and the burn soon caught on after the 8th rep. My arms didn't get shaky like they did earlier, but I knew that this set would be coming to a close soon.

I managed to get in four more reps before I had to put the weight down.

"Nice job!"

"Thanks," I said, rubbing center of my left pec.

"Yeah, you're probably not used to using that muscle that way. It'll feel weird, but it is a natural motion, so don't get too concerned. Alright my turn..."

Forty minutes later, and we were back in the lobby. We managed to get to both cable and dumbbell flys, and about three variations of pushups before Lance had to call it quits. I wasn't as exhausted as I was yesterday, but the added soreness in my chest with my legs was annoying. Satisfying, in a weird masochistic way, but still annoying.

Lance took off in his car. I told him I'd walk so that he could get to his lesson. The apartment wasn't terribly far away, and it was still light out. I headed to the showers to use the restroom first. Kellen was still roaming the gym attending to a client, so at least I didn't have to worry about him being in the same room as me anymore. I then thought about the tall panther I had accidentally interacted with earlier. He was certainly handsome, and definitely someone I found attractive. Even with the brief moment that I met him, he seemed like a caring guy. Maybe. I don't know. I shrugged to myself, and headed inside the locker room.

Speak of the devil.

I found the panther in the far corner, back turned to me. He was in the process of stripping, and he had a towel in hand. He was probably headed to the showers. I left him to his privacy, and found an open stall in the shower/toilet area. I pulled my shorts down and began to relieve myself. I head the door to the locker room open, and a very familiar clopping of hooves suddenly followed. Seeing as Kellen was the only horse in the gym at the time, it was most likely him. The clopping sound stopped.

"So how was your workout?" Kellen asked, his deep bass voice cutting through the tiled room.

"It was pretty decent. I'll find out tomorrow," the panther said. His voice was higher in comparison, but just as resonant and silky smooth.

"Did you see that Lance has a new workout partner?"

"Yeah. The fox that's about half his size, right? We accidentally bumped into each other grabbing some weights."

"Yeah, he's kind of cute. Adorably shy, that kind of thing."

"Yeah, didn't see Lance going for that kind of guy. Aren't they dating or something?" I was turning slightly red at this point in their conversation. Surely if I had shown myself now, they'd probably not like that.

"They live with each other. Now, Lance is trying to teach him how not to kill himself at the gym. He does have spectacular form, I'll give him that."

I was slightly flattered at that comment.

"Has he worked out before? He seems like a runner."

"Probably only cardio. The guy only looks to be about 120 pounds or so, very lean muscle build. Nice ass, I'll give him that."

"That's not all you'll give him, I'm sure," the panther laughed.

"Eventually, maybe. I'd have to ask Lance first, though." I was extraordinarily red at this point. The horse wanted to fuck me, and I secretly wanted to fuck him...Oh god. My cock was beginning to get hard at this point. I needed get out of there, but I had delved too far into the conversation to leave without them seeing me and something bad happening.

"I'm sure Lance would be fine with it. He's never been one to keep someone to just himself, you know."

"I do know...my ass itches every time I see him, and all I can think about is that thick cock in my ass..."

"Don't we all..." the panther muttered. The clops of Kellen's hooves drew near the stalls, and then slightly away, most likely towards the showers. I heard a curtain swoosh across the metallic bar.

"Coming, Gage?" Kellen invited the panther in. My heart was racing at several things, mostly because I knew they wanted my ass, I wanted them, Lance already fucked both of them, and now they were going to shower together. I hesitantly looked through the gap in the stall.

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Fuck.

Large mounds of muscled flesh that was Gage's ass was the first thing my eyes locked onto. Not only did they look fuckable, but they were the powerhouses for fucking. I glanced at his back. While he wasn't as wide as Lance was, each muscle group was incredibly...balanced with each other. All of the grooves, nooks and crannies were there, but without the bulk Lance had. Gage definitely had a more supple build, but it still radiated strength.

Kellen was behind the curtain, so I sadly didn't see much of him. But the little I did see made my mouth salivate. Juicy thighs were still in the opening of the shower stall. I could make out the vascular network of his thighs from here. His large arms still held the curtain open, and even with what little I could see, it was so defined that I didn't need to be any closer to identify where the muscles connected to the bone. All of these visuals fueled my own arousal, which was steadily throbbing in my shorts.

"Oh, it's been a while since we've done this Kellen." Gage closed the curtain, much to my dismay.

"I know right? I've needed this for quite a while too..."

"Oh yeah...mmm..."

All coherent conversation stopped at this point. Their moans and groans, mostly from Kellen, filled the room. My imagination was going wild with what they were doing...sucking, groping, twisting, fucking...my cock ached. I grabbed it to release some pressure, sending chills down my spine. I breathed deeply at that surge, and the mixed scents of their arousal, while not strong, came to my nostrils.

Two musky manly scents, both earthy and savory, entered my nose. They were distinct from each other, Kellen still retained that tobacco tinge, while Gage has a more cedar smell to him, and yet, they complimented each other so well, it might have just been one musky aroma.

Kellen's moans intensified. Gage must have done something special to him, prodded his ass, twisted a nipple, fondled his balls...I wish I knew. But I couldn't risk a look. Not now, anyway.

"Oh fuck!" Kellen yelled and then let loose a guttural moan. That sound went straight to my balls. Did he come already? Either he's fast or Gage is really good...A large drop of pre splattered on the ground. I was idly stroking my cock, now realizing what a potential mess I could be in.

And yet, I did absolutely nothing about it.

The noises continued. Those deep grunts and moans literally vibrated my rib cage. My balls continued to throb each time either of them moaned. Their musky scent was much stronger now, and it seemed to heat up the room slightly. There was another deep rumbling moan, and then their noises died down some. I could hear heavy breathing coming from them, and I wondered if they had finished already. My cock was still aching, twitching every so often as if it were reminding me that I had a job to finish. I quickly looked through the hole to see if anything had changed. The curtain was still closed.

This rampant soundtrack continued for the next ten minutes or so. Various moans and other sounds kept coming from the stall, and I was too afraid to move. It all seemed to gradually build until someone-most likely Kellen-practically screamed.

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That sound went straight to my cock. I had to cover my mouth as my cock pulsed and lengthened. Nine inches of flesh jutted from my crotch, most of it covered in pre at this point. I quietly tried to wipe it up with some tissue paper. The moans died out after that climactic shout. All that sounded now was the running water, and my beating heart. I was too afraid to continue jacking off. I knew my scent would reach them eventually, even with their thick musk permeating through the air. I heard the shower curtain swoosh open, and finally noticed the obvious gap between the stall door and the floor. I sat on the toilet seat and hoisted my legs up towards my chest to avoid being seen. My heart was still beating, and my cock was painfully pinned against my shin and my stomach, but I paid no attention to it.

Clopping sounds now filled the room along with some heavy breathing. Gage must have done quite a number on Kellen....damn, that thought made my cock jump.

"I'll see you later, Gage...Damn your mouth..." I heard a slight bit of laughter from the shower. The door to the shower area opened and shut, and soon all I heard was the running water.

"Did you enjoy it, fox?"

My body tensed up at the sudden acknowledgement, heart stopping.

"I don't mind that you did. I would have invited you, but...that would have been awfully forward."

I didn't respond. I was too caught up by the fact that he knew I had been there listening in. He chuckled.

"God, you're a potent one...I guess that it's good fortune that Kellen has a terrible sense of smell. He doesn't like inactive participants in his play time."

I blushed a little. I wasn't aware that I gave off a strong odor. I tried to lean slightly to one side to see where he was in the crack of the stall without making too much noise.

"Look, kid. You might as well come on out. I'm not going to beat you up or anything; Lance would kick my ass if I hurt you."

I hesitantly stood up. I put my cock back in my pants, though it still remained erect for some reason, creating a very noticeable tent. I knew that I could either wait all night for him to leave or confront him, and one was certainly easier than the other. I grabbed the lock and slowly unlocked the door. It swung open, lightly stopping after a certain point.

Gage was leaning against the wall with a white towel around his waist. I guess in all honesty it wasn't that dramatic, but being caught listening on sex and enjoying it didn't help the situation. He stood up, reaching his full height at six feet tall. As I said before, he wasn't bulky by any means, but the astounding definition he had rivaled Lance's. Every single sinew and strand was plain to see. Where Lance's chest jutted with powerful pecs, Gage's seemed to be flat mounds of tough muscular flesh. The attachments to the sternum were easily displayed, and the grooves of where the muscle strands attached to other areas of the upper body were imprinted on his body, almost tattoo like. His abs were more supple than Lance's was, but Gage had larger obliques than Lance did, so it didn't seem as ripped, despite the flexible vibe it gave off. His arms were moderately large; the split of the bicep muscle was the biggest difference between him and Lance. His forearms, still corded with muscle, were very slender though. Vast networks of veins ran along his arms and deep within his chest, showing off his paper thin skin. He obviously had a very low body fat percentage, well below 10%. I glanced at his crotch, and found a sizable bulge there...big cat indeed.

"See? It isn't that bad," he gave comforting smile. I was still embarrassed and my heart kept racing from the adrenaline still pumping through my system. I hung my head and gazed at the floor.

"Hey," he said sharply, getting my attention. "I'm not your dad. You're not in trouble. I'm not mad, so what's the big deal?"

"Well, I uh-"

"Speak up, kid."

"Well, I don't...know?" I shrugged, eyes still drifting to the ground. There was a moment of silence between us. Gage stepped forward, silently moving across the tiled floor, and cupped my chin and lifted it up.

"What's your name?"

"S-Sebastian, sir." Gage laughed.

"Sir? _Sir?_I'm not that much older than you. You always this formal when you're nervous?"

"I-"

"Rhetorical question," he laughed. He had a hearty laugh that, despite my nervousness, gave off a sense of warmth about him. "But seriously, if you wanted to have fun with us, you could have just asked...." he commented as he started to walk towards his locker. I followed. I don't know why; I felt like it was implied that I do.

"I know Kellen would have loved to have you in his lap, licking or sucking at his nipples while I sucked him off and fingered him silly."

My imagination went rampant at that scene. I could feel the heat of the stallion against my body and the sounds of pleasure he made all focusing on my cock....

"See, you should have joined in," he laughed again, glancing at my growing bulge. I quickly covered my groin. He opened his locker and pulled out a black bag. It was surprisingly simple for someone who obviously works out a lot. I heard the whoosh of fabric hitting the floor. Ididn't want to look, but I did anyway.

"It's ok, you can touch it, Sebastian."

I stared at his ass. Now that I could see it from closer perspective, it was a lot more tantalizing. I felt my heartbeat in my ears.

"Go ahead," he invited, bending over slightly. Before I knew it, my hand was on his ass, stroking it, feeling the relaxed muscle move around my paw. He purred slightly, and arched his back some more. I ran along the inside, feeling the heat of his body increase as I drew closer to his hole. I ran my finger over his anus, and slid further some more, groping his large balls. They were so heavy, it was almost like holding pool balls in my hand.

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"Alright, that's enough of a teaser for now," he said erecting himself upright before putting on a white pair of cotton briefs. Thankfully, he didn't notice my slightly contorted face as I grew. The sensations were very cumbersome, and I was getting slightly light headed.

"Follow me," he said, putting on shorts and a tight fitting blue shirt. It wasn't a command. Well, it wasn't a forceful one, at least. The way he spoke suggested that I had the option to not follow him, which something in the back of my mind told me to do.

But I followed.

He led me to his black car. I got in the passenger's seat as he climbed into the driver's seat. He pulled out of the parking lot, and we were off to who knows where. I was slightly nervous, I'll be honest. A guy can only say so much to comfort you before he kills you or something, but there was only a trace of my rational mind left at this point. We drove through the streets, past the strip of bars and my apartments, past the university, and soon, we were in the downtown area. The buildings towered over our car as we drove down the one way grid, making various turns. I had lost my sense of direction at this point.

At a stop light, Lance looked over at me and smiled. He patted my thigh, feeling me up. It was a gentle touch, but powerful enough to make my cock start to awaken. He took a small glance at my growing bulge, and continued to drive once the light turned green. We drove for about two more miles, and then we finally turned right into an upscale apartment complex. I was somewhat impressed. He didn't look incredibly well-off judging by his car, but looks can be deceiving.

"Well, here we are," he huffed as we parked. We exited the car, and he unlocked the door to his three-story apartment. At least he didn't have to worry about the neighbors. We walked upstairs, and into the impressive living room. It wasn't ornate by any means, but everything looked sharp and crisp. Beige and white were the predominant colors, with moderate accents of black thrown in, such as the black pillows, the black frame on the large mirror that resided over the fireplace, and the black bar stools.

"You like it?" Gage asked, proud of his work.

"Do you actually live here?" I asked. Not that I meant it as a dumb question.

"Well, I'm not here every single hour of every single day, if that's what you mean. And with no roommates or anything, it's pretty easy to keep neat. But, we aren't here to gawk at my living room, are we?" He smirked. He walked around the corner to another flight of stairs.

"You could stay there for a few more moments. I'll be waiting upstairs."

I knew I wouldn't be long to follow.

I quickly gazed around the room some more. There were some stock paintings and pictures of canyons, lighthouses, and other typical subjects. One that caught my eye, however, was the large photo of Leonard Bernstein conducting the Vienna Philharmonic. It was a very dramatic picture, arms out stretched and mouth agape as if he were conducting the most physically intense composition the world had ever seen. It was the most intense spot of the room, almost seemingly out of place if it weren't black and white. My cock throbbed in impatience. I guess I could explore later.

I walked upstairs as quietly as I could, but every third stair creaked. Gage must have known about them, because his ascent was silent, like all of his transverses. I eventually made my way to a partially open door. There was some light inside, as if it was coming from a lamp or something. The scent coming from the open door was sweet, but not obnoxiously so. I couldn't pin the scent, but it was definitely from a candle, judging by the hint of smoke that went along with it.

I opened the door and found myself in a darker room. The blinds were shut completely, blocking the early evening sun. The walls were red with golden accents, giving off a vibe of wealth and hominess. It was definitely a well lived in space. He had only a few pieces of furniture, however. The bed, which was surprisingly large, was covered in red coverings and red pillows, some laced with gold fringes. The end tables were of a dark mahogany, and had a lamp on each one, both of them seemed to be cheaper ornate works. A glass desk sat in the corner, and since it was glass, it almost seemed out of place in the intimate room. Gage had taken his shirt off, and was lighting tall candles on top of his dresser. These were the only sourced of light in the room, so it seemed darker than normal, but the light of the candle caught on the slightly reflective golden paint.

"I know it's cheesy, but atmosphere is very important to me," he explained, putting down the lighter. "Plus, the additional heat will add to the intimacy, along with the soft light. Florescent lights only harm the imagination," he chuckled.

"So what do you-" He put his fingers on his lips, silencing me.

"I'll do the work. You just enjoy." He said, his silky smooth voice mixing in with atmosphere of the room. I was beginning to understand why he paid so much attention to those certain details. He knew what he was doing, and he knew how to do it well.

He gently rubbed my arms, sending slight chills down my spine. His soft paws roamed to my chest, treating it in the same manner as my arms. He leaned down, and gently kissed me on the forehead. His paws moved south, rubbing my abdomen. His head moved south at the same time as his hands did, and he caught me with a kiss on the lips. He breathed in deeply, and let out all of the air through his nostrils, creating a slight breeze against my face. The roaming paws moved under my shirt, and moved back up. He gently grabbed the base of my pecs, which were now becoming delightfully sore, and rubbed my nipples slowly with his thumbs. The movements were small, but electric. There was no force behind these motions, only smooth grace and comfort. He kissed me on the lips again before stepping away. The cooler air of the room rushed between us, cooling down my body. He knelt down and lifted up my shirt and removed it.

He kissed my stomach lightly. I flinched slightly because of the tickling sensation, but he just smiled and continued onwards. His paws continued to roam and lightly graze my body. The touch was simple, but electric. His butterfly kissing lit up my stomach, creating warmth within my abdomen. Where Lance would have gone with abandon to please me, Gage was showing constraint. This, in of itself, was not enough to get me an erection. But the intimacy is what made it special. This could continue for hours, and because of the subtle gestures he made, each minute would be unique and I would never tire of it. He brought his paws forward, and cupped my chest in the same manner as he did earlier, but this time, he extracted his claws slightly and grazed my nipples. I flinched and let out a skewed sound, but he held fast and continued grazing them until they were hard, before standing up. He put a tantalizing finger in my shorts, and walked backwards towards the bed, pulling me along with him.

We reached the foot of the bed, and he flipped us around before softly pushing me down on the soft fabric of the covers. He bent down and kissed me again right below the belly button before moving south. He hooked his fingers around the waist band and pulled. I gently lifted my hips, and soon they were off, revealing my underwear which was becoming increasingly tight from anticipation. He stretched his arms forward, landing on my shoulders, as he bent his chest down onto my groin. He purred, and the minute vibrations seemed to amplify as the vibrations crossed my groin. He pulled his body back, extracting his claws slightly as he did before, and lightly scratched my chest enough that it caused me to draw in my breath. I arched my back as he got closer to my waist, causing my groin to compress against his chest. He was till purring, and it acted like a vibrator in a way, though not nearly as intense, but ten times more sexy. He released, and started again. This time, he drew inwards as he reached my groin, and lightly grazed my now tightly bound package. My cock was straining against the fabric now, a small wet spot forming at the edge of the waistband.

"You're pretty big for a fox....I bet Lance likes that," he purred as he nuzzled my groin.

"Well, it gets better..." I said meekly.

"Oh? You'll have to show me how," he said, pulling back the elastic on my underwear.

My cock sprung free of its cotton prison, swinging majestically in the open air with a string of pre connecting my lower abdomen and the tip of my cock. He hooked the waistband under my balls, and slowly licked his way up the shaft before plunging deeply on my cock to my balls. I lurched forward, not expecting such a forward action. I expected more foreplay from him. His mouth rested at the base of my dick, making small adjustments that seemed to pop with pleasure. I could feel him taking deep breaths and exhaling forcefully with his nostrils; the fast air cooling off the rest of my pubic area. He pulled out very slowly, letting his rough tongue lightly skim the underside of my dick. He was rewarded with a spurt of pre as he reached the top, just to plunge down again.

Again and again he tormented me this way, causing a certain itch in my balls. His tongue was so graceful, it almost didn't feel like a feline tongue. It felt more of velvet; textured, but not rough. Or, rough enough to be felt and still smooth. As he masterfully sucked my cock, he gently wrapped his paws around my hips, slowly moving my underwear down my lows. He timed the jump of my hips perfectly, and before I knew it, they were off, and gracefully discarded with my shorts. His roaming paws danced along my inner thighs. I instinctively tried to close them, but his strong paws prevented me from doing do. He gave me a calming look, as if he were telling me to relax. He was in control, and I was safe in his paws. He took one paw and caressed my slightly swollen sac, gently tugging on each testicle. He pulled off of my dick, and lapped at my scrotum, lifting each ball up before gently letting them fall off of his tongue. I thought back to Lance with this maneuver; Gage must have taught him this, because he did it better than Lance had done. The motion was so smooth that it allowed me to enjoy every centimeter that it moved without interruption.

He gently wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. He lifted my ball sac with one paw, and caressed my left leg with the other before hoisting my legs on his shoulders. I knew what was coming, and my cock throbbed. I felt the cold of his nose tough my taint, and soon, that hot rough tongue was lapping at my hole.

I moaned as he prodded the entrance. The muscle was slick and wet, and his gentle lapping made me almost push into it. He prodded once more, and I suddenly relaxed, letting him in. The rough sensations were delightfully slick, as contradictory as that seems. It almost seemed to fill my innards, though his tongue was maybe two to three inches long. But the way he moved it as it flexed and twisted...It was heavenly. My hole was being rimmed like no other hole had been, and all of that accumulated pleasure created a vibrating hum within my balls.

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My eyes rolled back in my head as the stretching sensation seemed to be amplified by the masterful rimjob Gage was giving me. I felt more blood rush into my cock, and my balls seemed to tighten as well. He continued to roll his tongue, making sure that all of the angles of my entrance were not only lubricated, but touched as well. All of those nerve endings were firing, that's for sure.

To my temporary dismay, he pulled out. I slowly opened my eyes, not realizing I had closed them, and found him staring at my cock with a quizzical look.

"....It wasn't the big a minute ago, was it?" He asked.

"Well....I, uh..." I coughed. "To be short, my dick gets bigger the more I'm aroused..." I explained sheepishly.

"Well, that's quite an impressive trait you have there...This will make things a little more...interesting to say the least," he said.

"You're ok with it?" I asked. I expected more people to freak out about it.

"I can't change it, and it would be a severe dick move to stop now. But, I will tell you this. The bigger the better for me," he said with a wink. He stood up, and I could see the large bulge in his pants twitch. He slowly unfastened his pants, and pulled the waistband of his underwear and pants down together, and erected his body once more.

Naturally, my eyes were drawn to his crotch. His dick was fully engorged with blood as it pointed towards the ceiling. It reached above his navel, and completely dwarfed it in thickness. It was about eleven inches long, and looked to be a nice girthy six inches thick. He was slightly thinner than Lance was, but his balls were certainly plumper. The cedar smell was now mixed in with not only the scented candles, but his own primal musk as well. It was intoxicating.

"Flip over," he requested, aiding me in the movement. "While visual is a very important part of arousal, sometimes limiting that sight and letting your imagination do the work is better. I won't blindfold you, but I will ask you to close your eyes and trust me." I completed the flip, and before I laid flat, he grasped my throbbing cock, and pulled it towards him. I was now flat on my stomach against the soft fabric, with my cock and balls in between my legs.

I felt the heat of his body before it actually made contact. His large paws rubbed my back moving in large and slow circles. My hips rocked with the motion of his paws, putting pressure on my engorged cock. His claws extracted slightly once more, dangerously grazing along the curves of my back, eliciting chills down my spine.

His roaming paws moved south as they did on the front side earlier, this time cupping my rear end. His blunt fingertips crossed over my anus, and lightly pressed on my taint as they passed. I groaned into the sheets louder than I thought I would have. He barely touched my balls before circling upwards and making a ring around the base of my tail and gliding upwards. This was entirely new twist on having my tail pulled; the gentle motion opened my ass up some, and stretched some muscles back there, almost allowing me to relax my hips some more. It was a strangely arousing sensation. His paws continued the circling motion of my rear, ghosting over my hole, and putting pressure on my prostate from the outside and pulling my tail gently several more times, and each one brought more and more pleasure as he teased me.

But, as good things do, it came to an end. His paws rubbed upwards before they slid off. I felt the mattress sag on either side of me, and I knew that he had his body currently above mine. I could feel the heat radiate from it as (I assumed) he hovered above me, close enough to be felt, but not close enough to touch me. His hot breath on the back of my neck sent chills down my neck at the prospect of him being so close. After a moment of hesitation, I felt contact. His hips lowered onto my backside gently, his shaft wedged between my crack and his abs. It felt much larger than it actually was; the thickness alone was spreading my cheeks apart. The rest of his body gradually laid on top of me, though it was not uncomfortable. Rather, the heat between us was causing me to sweat slightly, adding to the delicious sensations I was feeling.

I felt his hips grind slowly against my own. Gage's cock slid through my crack and onto part of my lower back, thoroughly lubricated from the copious amount of pre he produced. My imagination was producing a steady stream of erotic images, causing my own shaft to leak. He circled his hips as a prelude of what was to come. Those small motions were so sensual; I couldn't wait for him to fuck me. I pushed my hips up as he slid back, and I could feel his swollen balls slowly fall down my crack and make contact with my hole.

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I felt my sensitive head slide along the sheets, electrifying my nerves. My arousal spiked, and several spurts of pre lanced from my dick and coated the base of his tail. He purred into my neck, and I spazzed slightly. Gage was a master. I never knew such small motions could electrify me. I needed him inside, now. His body shifted back, lightly sliding against my back. The heat of his body still lingered, but the slightly cooler air quickly covered my sweaty back. I jumped as I felt his tongue forcefully slide along my foot long cock, slather my balls, and across my hole, all in one stroke. My legs instinctively tighten up as he started to rim me once more. The fur on his chin tickled the base of my cock and balls as his tongue forcibly wedged inside of me. However, due to previous ministrations, it was far easier to relax and allow that slick muscle inside once more.

The rimming session was very brief, but the purpose was clear as I felt his legs straddle mine. I felt the tip of something hot and hard against my hole, and relished at the idea that that large shaft was finally going to be inside of me. He smeared the head around, the barbs on his cock teasing my hole as he did so, smearing pre to make the penetration easier. Lance may have fucked me all of the time in the time we've known each other, but that doesn't mean lubrication still isn't needed. My hole was finally slathered with pre, and he firmly ground his hips into my rear, pressure building until my hole willingly opened for him.

The entry was slick and smooth. My innards opened up for him as he pushed forward. The action wasn't forced; in fact, it was rather gentle. The sensation of his throbbing flesh moving smoothly through my hole, along with the barbs scraping along my prostate, caused me to writhe underneath him from the constant stimulation. I felt his balls make contact with mine. I marveled at how smooth he completely entered me. Lance would have taken another two minutes and several more thrusts to completely enter me, and Gage did it in one fell swoop...Oh, that made my balls throb. It fit abnormally comfortably inside of me, almost if my intestinal tract was the perfect mold for his cock. I could feel every vein, barb, and crevasse on his cock as my ass quivered around him.

He held himself there in that position so I could adjust slightly. I could feel the heat of his body return to my backside. He gently pumped his hips once, twice, three times before pulling out. I thought he would go for the complete removal of his dick, but he surprised me by only pulling out two inches or so. He made several slow small thrusts against me before picking up the pace. The barbs tickled my prostate as his cock gliding over it, causing a mess of pre to pool on the sheets. The pre was also sliding underneath my cock, reducing the friction of the sheets, and adding a slick sensation to the bliss we were creating. Every thrust he made, my cock would slide underneath me, sending incredible waves of pleasure throughout my body.

He lowered his back on top of mine, and intertwined our arms. He grabbed my hands with his, and kissed the back of my neck as he thruster harder into me with the same shallow strokes. The heat in his balls began to increase, and I knew that he wasn't too far off. The pre leaking in my ass was increasing steadily, adding to the deliciously slick sensations in my ass. He purred against me, his cock thickened slightly and-

He stopped. I felt the hot, thick, and wet fluid from his cock shoot against my intestinal wall. Even with one shot, it was a very impressive amount. The second and third shots were just as copious, and the fourth was when it finally began to wane. I felt him push his body up. I expected him to pull out, or something like that, but he surprised me again by humping me with medium strokes, cock still hard.

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I moaned as my cock grew some more in tandem with Gage fucking me. I was still surprised that he was still rock hard, able to keep pistoning in and out of my ass. It definitely made his sexual prowess that much more impressive. I let him continue to have his way with my ass. I twitched underneath him as he angled his dick in various ways, hitting spots that had never been hit. My knot started to inflate, and I knew I wouldn't be too far off.

He sensed my impending orgasm, and quickened his pace. His pre, along with some traces of his previous orgasm, were now leaking out of my ass and slightly cooled my balls and the base of my growing knot. His balls collided against my own, further sparking my arousal. My knot was now fully inflated, and Gage's balls glided across it, teasing them. I was breathing really heavy now. Sweat began to drip from my back as the heat from the room thickened. My heart was racing as Gage leaned in, and began to lightly nip at my ears. It wasn't painful by any means, but it definitely caused my focus to go elsewhere. At that moment, with one final slam from Gage, I lost it.

I made an unattractive high pitched squeal as I came. Spurt after spurt lanced from my dick, and landed on the floor behind us. Gage placed his hand on top of my knot and squeezed gently, causing more moans (squeals) from me. The intensity of my orgasm increased, and I was beginning to see spots behind my tightly closed eyes. Soon, after about seven large shots, my orgasm subsided. Gage was still pounding away after a brief hesitation to watch me come, and my arousal returned to a previous unstable state. I was still hard, even after such an intense orgasm. I couldn't stabilize my breathing, and I was afraid I was going to hyperventilate.

Gage was now using full, powerful strokes, and I knew that he was going to cum again. Sparks were flying all around my head, Gage was grunting in my ear, and my cock was now throbbing so hard, it was almost painful. The loud slapping, mixed with the heavy air, musky smells, and the large cock invading my ass was sending me into a lust infused haze. I couldn't think, see, or hear straight. All that mattered was bringing Gage to orgasm. I pushed back with his thrusts, sending him deeper inside of me. His pace quickened once more, and I knew we were headed towards the edge of bliss.

I felt another rush of fluid splatter inside of me as he growled above me. Whereas the first orgasm was graceful in its release, this one was just plain messy. There weren't any shots or spurts to count, it just continued to blast through my intestinal tract, filling any crevasse it could find. I suffered a mild orgasm of my own, cum bubbling out of my hardened cock. He pulled out of my ass, leaving it gaping, and another blast landed all over my lower back. I turned and looked at him for the first time since he told me to lay face down, and I was greeted with the most beautiful sight I had ever seen: A mighty panther in the thoroughs of orgasm, face contorted in utmost pleasure. He opened his eyes wearily, bold cobalt colors shining through. My heart was still fluttering. He lightly collapsed on top of me, and then fell to one side. His delightful purrs told me that he had enjoyed pleasuring me as much as I enjoyed pleasuring him.

Before I knew it, I was asleep.

The Dormiveglia: the delightful state where the mind first enter consciousness while still asleep. It is the border between dreams and reality. The beginning of the day starts there, whether we are aware of it or not. There is a floating feeling involved, almost like laying down in a boat gently rocking...there is nothing quite like it. I entered this plane of existence not too long ago, and I knew it would be soon before my slumber was over. I slowly became aware of the air conditioner as it blew cooled air across my body, which was in contrast to the peeking sunlight as it entered my room. I felt the soft fabric of my covers surround my legs, almost cocooning them so my body may be insulated. I felt the familiar feeling of a slithering tongue on my cock and it passed-

I opened my eyes, sunlight pouring through the now opened blinds. I was still in Gage's bed. I looked down, and found him lightly suckling on my cock. Judging by the amount of pre on the sheets beneath me, he had been at this for a while.

"Good morning..." he purred, resuming sucking my cock. I moaned slightly, throwing my head back against the pillows. My knot was fully formed and throbbing, and my balls were painfully tight against my groin. He really had been at this for a while. He pushed against my prostate, and I let out a long moan as I came. Spurt after spurt landed in his mouth. He greedily swallowed all I had to give him, which was surprisingly quite a large amount.

My orgasm subsided, and my softening cock flopped out of his mouth. It looked like it was the night before, about twelve or thirteen inches long. I quickly did the math in my head.

"You've been sucking my cock for the past thirty minutes or so?" I asked hazily.

"Thirty? More like fifteen," he laughed. "Damn, you cum a lot..."

Fifteen....that didn't sound right. That should only make me at about...ten inches or so. Unless...

"Gage, weird question coming up. How big was I when you first started to suck me?"

He looked at me kind of weird.

"You were about nine inches when you first got hard. Why?"

I looked down at my cock as it slid back into its sheath in shock. It shouldn't be nine inches long as a base...I felt myself go slightly pale at a sudden realization.

"What's wrong, Sebastian?"

"We...I may have a problem."