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The Iron Willed fitness center surprisingly didn't smell terrible, or at least the lobby didn't. It was also pretty modern with a half-circle desk built into the wall. A teenage mongoose and a well-built llama sat behind the desk. I walked up to the mongoose who was looking at his computer. “Hello, I'm here to see Jim." He looked up at me, then at the gym bag I carried, then at his computer. “Uhhhhhhhh, yes. Mark Parks?"

“Yes."

“Follow me." He walked out from behind the desk and led me into the fitness center. It looked exactly like you would imagine it to look, with equipment in vague groups and a wall mirror that took up the entire north end of the room. It was inhabited mainly by anthros, but there was a token human mixed in. The 'Iron Willed' was located in a 'human neighborhood' but the owners were anthros so it attracted that kind of crowd.

The mongoose led me to a door near the corner of the room and knocked. “Mr. Bradford, your 4 pm appointment is here." We heard a paper being balled up and a cup hitting the floor before a “Let him in" was heard. The mongoose turned around to leave after giving me the classic “Let me know if you need anything else" line.

I walked into Jim's office and was surprised by how bright it was. The opposite wall of the door was adorned with an impressive window. The gym itself was on the second floor of the building. The first floor was a juice bar, so Jim didn't have to worry about privacy.

The office was very elegant and looked much more like an office than Mark's did. It had a bookshelf full of fitness, diet, management and even anatomy textbooks. The floor was gray carpet with a matching gray wall that faded to white the closer to the ceiling it got. There was a tacky painting of a deer standing in a field above a liquor cabinet. However, all alcohol was replaced with juice.

“Mark, I'm glad you came, come and sit. I just need to finish this email and I'll be done for the day." Jim was sitting behind a home office desk, without drawers. It also allowed me to see the tiny trash can at his feet as I took my seat. Jim looked the same as he did the last time I saw him. His gray fur matched perfectly with the gray room to the point that I wondered if it was done intentionally. However, it also made his black beard more annoying.

Although the office looked professional, Jim did not. He wore a white sleeveless shirt and gray sweatpants. He tapped away at his computer and made a big show of hitting the last key. “Aaaaand DONE! So, Mark, did you bring what I asked?" He closed his laptop and looked at me with a shit-eating grin.

I scrunched my nose a bit and raised my gym bag so he could see. “I want you to know the only reason I'm doing this is because you wouldn't shut up about it." He exhaled from his nose and his grin widened. “Then I'm glad I persisted; you need to step it up if you want to hike with us again."

I blushed at the memory of that outing. All four of them were ready to climb to the top, but once I threw up in a bush, they decided halfway was good enough. “I said you four could have continued without me. I would have been fine going down by myself."

“But it wouldn't have been the same without the cutest friend in our group." I blushed harder at that as he leaned back. “Besides, some exercise will be helpful. You should be honored. The newly appointed head manager will be your personal trainer." I looked at him and thought of everything to make him as flustered as me.

“Is that so, then tell me, how often should I eat fast food?" He continued to lean back as he snorted at my question. “Never." I stood up and walked around to his side of the desk. I placed my hand on his thigh as I leaned down and reached into his trash can

Before he could ask what I was doing, I brought my hand up and shoved a fast food bag filled with empty containers and wrappers into his face. "NeVeR," I repeated. Jim looked at the bag and exhaled in annoyance, swiping it from my hand and throwing it back into the trash can. “Yeah, you got me. That doesn't change what I said.”

“But it makes you a hypocrite." I walked back around the desk and hoisted my gym bag onto the desk. “Now put your head down while I change and think about what you did, I don’t want you looking at me while I change." He gave me a dumb look before asking, “We've had sex, but you don't want me to see you changing?"

“Yes, and if you do, I'll walk out and we'll never have sex again," I stated. I could tell he wanted to argue about it, but instead he just rolled his eyes and spun his chair around to look out the window. I unzipped my bag and started to undress.

The room was silent as I changed. I looked at Jim who was still looking out of the window. I couldn’t help but think that maybe me literally shoving garbage in his face might have hurt his feelings. “So, how long have you worked here?" After changing and folding my clothes, Jim turned towards the side but still didn’t look at me. “Four years. I started as a trainer the gym hired. I would come in and teach classes about exercising properly and building muscles."

“Four years is pretty fast to become a head manager; you must have been pretty talented." I finished putting my clothes in the bag, and I made sure my zippering was loud enough for him to notice.

“Yeah, well. When the last manager gets caught sleeping with one of the owners' wives, it falls into your lap." He smiled as he told me the story. I laughed once I realized what had happened. “Well, he won't have to worry about you sleeping with his wife, that's for sure. He smiled and exhaled before walking around the desk. “Come, let's put some muscle on your bones." He put his paw on my back and led me out to the gym proper.

“Where do you want to start?" Jim asked as he admired the gym. “You're the one who pestered me to come here. Don't you have a plan?" Jim rolled his eyes and looked back at me. “It's called being polite." He enunciated the 'T' with emphasis. “Come let's start with a warmup."

He led me to an empty area in front of the wall mirror. While we walked, he slid his hand down my back until he held my side. “Alright, so before you do any exercise you need to stretch first. You see if you don't stretch then…" He placed himself in front of me and went on a big spiel about how important stretching is and how you can damage your body if you don't.

I feigned interest and spaced out. He eventually finished and I gave him a “I see" which satisfied him. “Now then, let's start. Just do what I do." He started and I followed his orders, copying everything he did, like shoulder stretches and lunges. Notably, when we got to the squats he turned around and asked that I pay close attention to how he does them. With every squat his sweatpants tightened around his glutes, and I got an eyeful of boar ass.

Once we finished, he led me to the treadmills. “We got these last week to replace the old ones we had since the gym opened. These new ones can do all sorts of stuff. They can even track your heart rate." I nodded as Jim talked about his treadmills. We got on, and he walked me through what all the buttons did.

We started jogging and things fell silent. Jim is always talkative, so it was unnerving. “Jim, how's the… family?” I was about to slap myself for asking such a cliché, but Jim perked up. “You have no idea what kind of idiots I’m related to, like my cousin Conor. He recently-” He rambled on and on about his cousin and his boat. Eventually I got confused and was too embarrassed to ask anything, so I tuned him out.

After thirty minutes I started to get winded, but Jim was getting into it. He was still talking, but his mind was focused on running. As much as I wanted to slow down, something in the back of my mind told me not to. That if I did, I would disappoint Jim.

“Hey, Jim! I bet I can run faster than you." I started speeding up my treadmill before he could respond. "Getting excited there, but you shouldn't push yourself." He looked at me nervously, but I knew how to egg him on. “What's the matter, old man? Are you worried you can't keep up with me?"

There was a glint in his eyes as he took the bait. “Oh, you really think you can go faster than me?" He started to speed up, and I had to raise my speed to match and before I realized it, I was actually having fun.

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The gym's bathroom was surprisingly clean, or at least the toilet bowl I threw up in was. I got up and dusted myself off before flushing the toilet and heading to the sink. Jim was standing there grimacing. “You alright, Mark?" I splashed my face with water and rinsed my mouth. “Never better."

I walked out of the bathroom and headed to Jim's office as he called out to me. “Come on, you can't call it quits now." I closed the door behind me and began to undress. I half expected Jim to come in, but he never did.

Jim waited for me when I left his office. “Mark, hold up." I stopped and took a deep breath. I knew I was acting irrationally and should let Jim know I'm not mad at him. I turned around and had a mouthwash bottle thrust into my face. I looked at it, then at Jim. “I don't want to kiss with a vomit-covered mouth."

I bursted out laughing. It took a while, but once I was calm, I kept walking. “Are you coming Jim?" He caught up as I walked out of the building and down the steps. I swiped the mouthwash from him as he asked. “Where are we going?" I took a sip, gargled and spat it out onto the asphalt. “To that motel you told me about and you're driving."

He perked up and led me to his gray sedan and ushered me in. Once he was in and had the keys in the ignition he paused. “What about your car?" I smiled and placed my hand on his thigh. “I took the bus." He snorted and started the car.

He got out of the parking lot in record time. I had to tell him that we couldn't have sex in the hospital, which made him slow down. I took this chance to finally apologize to him. “Jim." He kept his eyes on the road but grunted in response. “You know I wasn't mad at you earlier?"

He tilted his head and looked at me quickly. “What do you mean?” And then he realized what I meant, “ Oh, Yeah, I know. I thought you were embarrassed about throwing up in public." I blushed as we waited for a red light. I didn't really think of that until he mentioned it.

“Yeah, well I didn't want you thinking I hadn't enjoyed this. It was honestly better than I expected." He snorted again and I could hear the grin in his voice. “Is that so? Enough to come back?" I rolled my eyes, “If you're lucky old man." He groaned as we pulled into the parking lot of a motel that was closer than I thought. “I'm not old, god dammit."

“How old are you?" He parked the car and looked directly at me. “I'm twenty-eight.

“You're twenty-eight!? Then why is your beard gray?" He looked shocked when I said that. “H-how did you know that?" I rolled my eyes and got out of the car. “It's obvious that you dyed your beard." Jim and I walked around the car. “Did you think no one else would notice? It's a completely different color than the rest of your fur."

“That's the thing, no one has noticed, they all think I'm twenty-eight." I smirked, “So you admit you're not twenty-eight?" He gave me a dirty look, then slouched his shoulders in defeat. “I'm thirty-seven."

“Thirty-seven!?" He shot me a look of mixed anger and embarrassment. “Shut up!" He turned around and walked into the office as I waited outside. Five minutes later he walked out holding a pair of keys. He was still upset as I followed him to our room. When he unlocked the door, I placed my hand on his ass and teased, “I kind of like older men you know." I let go as he opened the door.

We walked into our room, and it was only slightly less awful than I expected. A bed against the wall with a night stand next to it and a TV in front of it. I guess I should be grateful for our own bathroom. Immediately once the door was shut Jim got behind me and shoved his hand into the front of my pants.

“You are quite the little tease Mark." He rubbed my cock and sniffed at my neck. I leaned forward and pressed my ass against his crotch and I could feel his dick press against the loose fabric of his sweatpants. He snorted and let go as he stripped. “Alright big guy, before we continue you need to close the curtains and I'll check for bed bugs."

He paused as his shirt was halfway up, then lowered it so he could make direct eye contact. “Seriously, you want to check for bed bugs?" I kept a straight face and stood my ground. “Do you want sex?"

“Yes."

“Then there's your answer." I headed towards the bed and lifted the comforter and checked between the blanket and sheets. I heard the curtains close, and my clothes hit the ground. I stood up and began to take my shirt off. “It's clear, what do you–." Jim grabbed my shoulders and whispered in my ear, “The safe word is 'truffle'." I was pushed onto the bed with one arm still in my shirt and above my head, as my pants ripped down, exposing my ass to Jim's hot breath.

He grabbed my cheeks and spread them apart and pressed his tongue against my taint. He then dragged it up, over my anus and onto my lower back. He spun me around, so my stomach faced up, then dragged me to the floor. I was kneeling when he took my shirt off and the first thing I saw was his dick an inch from my face.

“You just gonna stare at it?" His dick twitched and a drop of pre-cum formed and was caught by his foreskin. Jim swung his hips so that his dick smacked my cheek. With a small 'plap' it landed. He dragged it forward and placed it on my lips and pushed forward and I could do nothing but open my mouth.

He put so much pressure on his dick that when I opened my mouth it shot to the back of my throat. I gagged as his dick assaulted my throat. “Come on, I know you can handle my 100% pork sausage." I exhaled through my nose as he pulled back until just his head was in. “Springer told me all about how tight your little throat is, so you better not disappoint. Now open wide."

I loosened my throat just in time for Jim to shove his cock in. His balls slapped against my chin from the force. My eyes widened and he held us together like that as he groaned. “Hot damn, he was right." Jim backed up half an inch before shoving back in. “I'm impressed. You took it on the first try. Blitz took a month to do this. You're quite a whore."

Hearing him call me a whore flipped a switch in me. I wanted to bite his dick so hard it bled. However, I caught myself and spat his dick out as I screamed, "Truffle!" I stood up and held myself as I walked away from Jim. “Shit, what happened?” Jim stood in place as I tried to calm down.

“Just give me a minute!” I snapped and Jim fell silent, which immediately made me feel guilty. “I'm sorry.” I heard Jim sit down, “It's OK." I spun around to face him as I frantically explained myself, “It’s not OK! We were having fun and I ruined my bullshit and now-" Jim stood up and walked over.

“Woah, calm down. It’s alright, we can have sex another time. Nothing's ruined, let's talk, okay?" I took a deep breath as I nodded. Jim and I sat down on the bed silently as I calmed down. Jim gently placed a hand on my back and massaged it in small circles as we sat there.

“What happened?” Jim finally asked, still confused about what happened. “I don’t want you to call me a whore.” I managed to mumble. "Oh, okay. Are there any other words you don't want to be called?” I couldn’t think of any so I shook my head. “I'm sorry Jim.” My voice broke as Jim hugged me.

“It's OK, really. Don't apologize. Let's lay down and watch trashy TV." He picked me up and laid down on the bed. We snuggled as he picked up the remote from the nightstand and turned on the TV. I didn’t care what he put on, I was more focused on the boar that held me to his naked body.

His fur was soft, like silk and his moob made for the perfect pillow. “That tickles.” Jim laughed as I rubbed my face into his chest. I blushed as I finally rested and stared off into space. “Do you want to talk about it?” I shoved my face deeper into his pec as I said, "Parents." Which satisfied Jim.

We lay together in silence as the TV played. Jim let me play with his fur as I calmed down. When I did, I realized how well built he was, and that caused my pants to tighten. “Hey, do you still want to fool around?” I tried to sound seductive, but Jim looked nervous. “Are you sure? It's fine Mark, we don't have to.” I could tell he wouldn’t take my word for it, so I needed to convince him another way.

I grabbed the remote and turned the TV off as I stood up and looked away as I unbuttoned my pants. I leaned forward as I took my pants off, exposing my ass to Jim. I heard the bed creak as my pants fell around my ankles. Soon I was pushed onto the bed with a horny boar in front of me. “The safe word is still ‘truffles’.

He pulled my legs apart, revealing my half-mast erection. He pinned my dick between my stomach and his snout, his tusks poking at my belly. They were dull enough to tickle. He opened his mouth and let his tongue slather my dick. He dragged it up and wrapped it around my head.

I bit my lip as he swallowed my entire length. I could feel it brush against his throat when he reached the base. His tongue attacked my dick. He swirled it around his mouth as I moaned. He took one of his hands and slid it under his chin and fondled my balls.

The relentless assault on my genitals distracted me from his other hand, which sneaked behind me and used his pinky to penetrate my rear. I gasped as it happened and leaned forward, exposing my rear to him and pushing myself deeper into his throat.

His pinky poked and prodded and eventually one finger became two. This all became too much and I had to let him know. “Shit, Jim I'm close." I leaked out as his fingers hit the sweet spot. Jim lifted his head a bit and prepared himself by getting his tongue under my foreskin and swirling it around my head.

That was all I could handle, and I came into his mouth. He let me cum into his mouth. I could feel his tongue moving, trying to cover his taste buds with all he could and swallowing only when he had to. After I finished, he cleaned me off before standing up. He took his finger out of me and pinned me to the bed.

I stared up at him as he kissed me. His cum covered tongue violated every part of my mouth, making sure I tasted the cum that was left. When we finished he looked down at me and smiled, “Want to help me finish?" All I could do was nod, as he stood up and put his hands on his side.

His dick was still hard, the only difference is his pre was no longer held by his head. Instead, it was now a long strand that almost hit the floor. I slid off the bed and got on my knees, the dick twitching in front of me. I applied what I had learned from Jim and wrapped my lips around his head. I then slid my tongue under his foreskin and swirled it around.

“Ohhh, you're a fast learner." Jim teased as he placed his hand on the back of my head, but this time he didn't force me down. I sat there and played with the head of his dick before continuing. I removed my tongue from his foreskin and went down. As I did, I brought one of my hands to his balls and fondled them like he did before. I couldn't help but notice how soft they were.

Jim's hand tightened around my head, but he still didn't press down. However, he let out a loud holler and encouraged me to continue. “Holy, you are a fast learner." He moved closer, forcing his dick into my throat, but this time I was prepared. I didn't choke like last time. Instead, his dick slid right in, and we didn't stop until my nose was pressed against his pubes.

“Get a good sniff, I want to hear my musk enter your lungs." I did as he said, deliberately making my next breath as loud as possible. He rewarded my obedience by pulling out slightly and slamming back into me, beginning the face fucking.

His nuts slipped out of my hand and slapped my chin again. That became a regular occurrence as he stuck to little humps. He was probably close already and this was the final straw. He brought his other hand up and held me in place as he came. Cumming into my throat.

He shot loads into me, and all I could do was swallow. His volume was so big that my gulps were louder than usual, and I couldn't keep up. I coughed as cum spat from my mouth. Jim pulled out and I bent over on the ground, trying to get the cum out of my lungs.

“It's all right, just cough and breath, cough and breath." Jim patted my back as I got the rest out of my system. He helped me up and we sat on the bed with me breathing heavily. “Lay down, I'll clean the floor." He got up, but before he could leave, I grabbed his hand. “It's fine, we can clean it in the morning."

He sat down with a worried look on his face, “Are you sure?" I rolled my eyes and smiled, “Yes, now lay down with me. Tell me more about your cousin and his boat problems." He perked up at that and let me guide him to the pillow. We got the comforter over us, and I snuggled into his arm.

"So, he gets the boat, and you have to come up with a name, right? And the dumbass decides that…" I didn't get two sentences in before I fell asleep.