Broadening Ken's Horizons - Chapter 2 - Showering Up
The following story contains adult themes, etc. Make sure you are the appropriate age to view such stuff, blah, blah.
This is a continuing series. Be sure to read Chapter 1 first.
As I entered Dr. Skytower's office, the young vixen receptionist looked up and smiled.
"Hi, Ken. Let me page the doctor for you." She punched a button on her desk phone and spoke into the device. "Ken Hammonds is here for his 4 o'clock."
The jovial booming voice came over the speaker, "Excellent. Can you send him on back to the workout room?"
"Sure thing," she replied to the phone, then looked up at me. "End of the day on Friday, so most of the staff has already left. I'm on my way out, too, now that you're here. Go down the hall, last door on the left."
"Thanks," I replied as I started through the door to the hallway.
"Oh, Ken," she added.
"Yeah?"
"Go easy on him. He's such a frail guy," she winked.
"Sure thing," I replied and chuckled.
I wandered down the hall and went through the last door on the left, as instructed. The workout room was huge and was filled with all kinds of equipment, most of which was standard machines and weights like you would find in about any gym. A few pieces of equipment were more specialized items.
The size of the room was impressive. Looking at the building from the outside, you wouldn't have guessed that this room was part of the same structure.
"Hey, Ken!" the equine's voice boomed out, nearly scaring me to death. The carpeted floor of the workout room muffled the approaching hoof steps very well.
"Hey, doc," I replied as I wheeled around to shake his outstretched hand. He was wearing his typical professional garb of slacks and button down shirt. Still, the clothing did little to hide the tremendous figure underneath.
"Let's get to it, then," he continued and pointed towards a workout bench. "Lay down on the bench flat on your back. I want you to draw up your knees toward your chest as close as you can and hold them there for 30 seconds. Then, lower slowly until your legs are flat on the bench. Rest a bit, then repeat for, oh, five reps."
"OK," I replied as I got into position and started the routine.
"I usually do my own workout most every evening in here," he explained, walking towards some lockers in the corner of the room and flipping one open. "That's why I had you come in at the end of the day."
"Hey, that works for me," I replied, watching him unbutton his shirt. Was he going to change right there or grab his stuff and go somewhere else?
While I continued my exercise, it became apparent he was going to change right there at the locker. I could feel my cock already starting to stiffen.
After hanging his shirt in the locker, he unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, sliding them down past his knees, revealing a pair of boxer shorts underneath. He sat down on a bench to pull the pants off his lower legs and past his hooves, then stood back up and neatly hung them in the locker as well.
While standing with his back to me, he nonchalantly peeled off the boxers, revealing those beautiful glutes, topped by that short, cropped tail. My cock was raging now, looking at that massive, toned body from behind. Then he turned around.
"Have you done five reps yet?" he asked.
"I think so," I meekly replied. To be honest, I had lost track.
"How's the back feeling?" he asked, reaching into the locker and pulling out the biggest jock strap I've ever seen. Where does this guy buy clothes?
"Not bad. I can feel it burn a bit," I replied.
"Good. Now, instead of holding the knees toward your chest, I want you to bring the legs up, then rotate to one side, hold a few seconds, then the other side for a few, then repeat for five reps," he directed while pulling on the strap and adjusting the two huge balls in the giant pouch.
As I performed my new set of exercises, the doctor finished pulling on a fairly tight pair of workout shorts and pushed the locker door shut.
He sat down at one of the machines and set it up to do some bench presses, loading it up with an unreal amount of weight, then easily pushing the weight with his massive legs. Every muscle popped out in clear relief with each rep. He made the whole thing look as effortless as lifting a sheet of paper.
"You work out, Ken?" he asked.
"Just the workout I get on the job."
"I was going to say you have a pretty good physique. Was just wondering. If you ever decide to do any training, feel free to use my facilities. For free, of course."
"Cool. I might take you up on the offer."
"Any day around 4:30 or so is fine. If Julie has already left, just ring the buzzer next to the front door and I'll let you in."
I really didn't have a real desire to work out - I get enough of a workout on the job - but I'll admit that training in the same room as this buff equine might not be a bad thing.
"You know," I started, somewhat hesitantly, "I never did catch your first name. That is, if you don't mind."
"No, not at all," he chuckled. "Thomas is my birth name, but most of my friends call me Tom. Feel free to call me Tom if you want. I'm pretty informal."
"OK, sure," I replied.
Tom moved from the bench press workout to some arm curls, using a huge pair of dumbbells which must have weighed a good 30 pounds or more.
"Mind if we talk man to man, instead of doctor to patient?" he asked.
"Fine with me."
"Out of curiousity, what's your sexual preference?"
"Pretty much bi," I replied. "You?"
"Myself? I'm gay."
I let it all sink in for a bit. Tom had me start one last exercise while he finished up his arm curls, then plopped down on a nearby bench and dabbed the sweat off his body with a towel.
"Do you, uhm, well, pretty much just hang out with furs?" I asked, hesitantly.
"Pretty much," he replied. "Mainly because humans haven't shown much more than a distant interest in me. From your reaction on Tuesday, though, I'd say you seemed to have a more than healthy interest in me."
"Well, yeah," I blushed. "Sorry about that."
"Hey, no problem at all. Actually, I find you fairly attractive, as well."
"Really?" I was somewhat taken aback.
"So," I continued, weighing my words. "do you, well, I mean, are you seeing anyone?" I wasn't quite sure why I was asking. More for curiosity sake, I guess. I was hoping it wouldn't sound like a come on. Or was I?
"Nope, not really," he replied. "I've got a roommate but we pretty much lead separate lives. Just sharing expenses. He is a personal trainer at a local gym and stays pretty busy. He drops by here occasionally to get away from the gym crowd. You'll probably meet him eventually."
We both exercised quietly for a few more minutes before Tom broke the silence.
"Well, that should do you for today. Feeling better?" he asked.
"Much better already," I replied.
"Tell you what. Let me get you set up with a locker if you want and show you where everything is around the place." Tom had jumped up and headed towards the lockers so I followed. He flipped open a couple of the lockers until he found an empty one.
"Here. You can use number 4," he explained. "No need for a lock or anything. Everyone here is trustworthy. You can just leave your workout clothes here. Follow me."
He walked over to a door, pushed it open and flipped on the lights. Inside was a washer and dryer.
"You can wash your stuff here, if you want," he continued, then pointed towards the overhead cabinets. "Laundry detergent and such is up there."
He flipped the lights back off and headed back towards the lockers, stopping at a cabinet nearby and opening it up. He pulled out a couple of towels and tossed one to me, draping the other around his own neck.
"Towels are in here," he said. "Put them in the hamper when you're done. Julie runs them through the wash on Mondays. But," he paused and smiled, "she doesn't wash smelly workout clothes."
He walked over to his locker and stripped off his workout clothes, grabbed his towel and then turned to me. "I'll show you where the showers are, follow me."
I tried really hard not to stare at his equipment, but did take a few quick glances at his floppy sheath and those huge dangling balls nestled in their dark brown, furless sack. I decided to think other thoughts to keep from getting a raging hard-on, but wasn't succeeding very well.
I followed him through another door and noted the toilet and sink area on the way back to a large, open tiled shower room. It was huge and had several shower heads around three of the walls.
"There is a master switch with a thermostat for the water right here," he explained as he punched a button and all the shower heads sprung to life. He hung his towel on a hook and started into the shower room, then stopped and turned around. He looked at me for a second then started laughing.
"Do you usually shower with your clothes on?" he asked, still laughing.
I hadn't realized he was inviting me to shower with him. I thought he was just showing me around the place. I was totally distracted, though, to be honest.
"No," I replied sheepishly, "I don't usually. I'll go toss my clothes in my locker. Be right back."
"OK, I'll be here," he replied, walking on into the water, still chuckling.
I quickly stripped down back at my locker, waited a minute for my erection to subside, then grabbed my towel and headed back toward the shower. I hung my towel on an empty hook and stopped just as I stepped into the shower room.
Tom was under one of the shower heads running shampoo through his mane, his eyes closed to keep the suds out of them.
What immediately caught my attention, though, was his cock. It was dangling from the sheath, water glistening on the black surface and running off the slightly flared head. I could tell by how flaccid it was, bouncing against the low-hanging ballsack, that it was nowhere near erect. It was beer can thick and probably nearly a foot long in its current state.
"Damn," I muttered to myself, but apparently a little louder than I realized.
"What's that?" Tom asked, still busily shampooing his mane.
"I said I'm back," I quickly recovered.
"Great," he replied. "Come on in. The water's perfect. Soap and shampoo wherever you can find it. Sponges and washcloths, too."
I picked up a sponge, lathered it up with soap and started washing myself, never taking my eyes off that beautiful equine equipment. Tom had rinsed out his mane, grabbed a soapy sponge and started washing his own body, hardly even looking at me other than to flash an occasional smile at me.
He slowly and methodically washed his massive arms, then worked on his pecs, working his way down that perfect eight-pack. He then added more soap to his sponge. I kept watching in a trance, my cock now rock hard.
Tom reached down with his free hand and grabbed the dangling cock and lifted it slightly while starting to soap it up with his sponge. I noticed he was gripping the base of the cock a little tighter and was pulling on it gently. I watched in rapt attention as inch after thick inch continued to slide out of the sheath. His cock was still flaccid but must have now been hanging sixteen or more inches.
Tom never looked up at me the whole time, so I wasn't sure if this was some kind of show on his part, but I didn't get the impression that it was. Not being able to stand it any longer, I decided to make a bold move.
I set my own sponge down and quietly walked up to Tom. He noticed my approach and stopped his work, but didn't say a word as I reached over to take the sponge from his hand. He willingly gave it up, but continued to hold the base of his huge cock.
I gently reached down and put my free hand around his cock near the head. This was the narrowest part of the cock, and my hand was just shy of being able to totally encircle it. The cock got gradually thicker closer to the base. I gently raised the tube up so I could worship it, noticing how damn heavy it was.
As I slowly washed the entire cock, I looked at all of the details, inspecting it like a child with a new toy. It had thick veins running down the length, a nice head which was now dribbling out some pre, and about midway down the shaft, a nicely defined medial ring.
I shifted my duties to make sure his ballsack got the attention it deserved, as well. I carefully hefted each ball in my hand, feeling the heavy weight of each one. I was imagining the tremendous flow of horse cum that these jewels probably produced.
Returning from underneath, I noticed Tom's cock was pretty much erect now, sticking out parallel to the floor. The damn thing was nearly as long as my hand and forearm combined.
I dropped the sponge and guided the massive package under the water flow to rinse off the soap. I looked up at Tom and he was looking down at me, a slight smile on his face.
"Is this the first time you've been with a fur?" he asked.
"No," I lied, then corrected myself, "I mean, well, yes."
"You picked a hell of a specimen to start out with," he chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess I did," I replied, still fondling and stroking the long shaft. "I'm just standing here thinking that there probably isn't much more I can do than maybe jerk you off or lick your cock. It's definitely too huge for anything else."
"Oh, I think you might be wrong," he chuckled in response.
"How so?"
"Well, I've always found that with sufficient lube and a lot of patience, most anything is possible," he explained, flashing a friendly and disarming smile.
I've always fantasized about taking a big cock up my ass, but not one the size of a damn tree. I wasn't nearly as sure as he was that thing would come close to entering my ass. It would rip me in half.
"Well, only one way to find out," he said as he started out of the shower room. He punched the button on the wall and the water stopped.
Tom grabbed his towel off the hook and turned to look at me. I was still standing in the same spot, rather speechless.
"Well?" he asked, toweling himself off in the doorway.
"Uhm, yeah," I stuttered and started walking towards the huge equine, who tossed my towel at me as I approached. I was in a semi-trance and completely missed catching it. I blushed and bent down to pick it up.
"Have you cleaned out recently?" Tom asked over his shoulder. He was digging around in a drawer.
"No, not for a while," I replied.
"OK," he said, pulling out an enema bag and hose. "You know how to use this?"
"Yeah," I gulped, looking at the huge bag.
"Great," he smiled and handed me the kit. "if you need help, just holler. Want a beer, sports drink or something?"
"No, I'm good," I replied and headed to the bathroom to clean out my bowels.
What the hell was I doing? I kept having a bad feeling about the whole thing, but Tom seemed like he knew what he was doing. In a few minutes, I was going to find out.