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The loud whirring of the machine wound down with a mechanical grind as the message on the front panel started scrolling the words "C O O L D O W N...". The middle-aged polar bear slowed his pace from a jog to a walk and huffed with fatigue after the run. Dark sweat stained the flat-colored tank top he wore, and he splashed some cool liquid from a water bottle into an open maw to quench his thirst. When the treadmill eventually stopped, he stepped off and felt the rush of his brain expecting the floor under his paws to keep moving, but shrugged it off and checked the clock on the wall - 2:45am. The small gym was usually empty this late in the night, but it meant open machines, a quiet building, and no front desk clerk. Any late night patrons could work out without waiting for others or distractions. The windows to the building mostly just reflected the interior with only a small amount of moonlight illuminating the street outside.

Moose picked up some nearby cleaning solution and wiped down the machine before tossing the paper towel in the bin and making his way through the building. The locker rooms were on the opposite side, past the free-weights, and he was looking forward to a shower before heading home. He walked by the empty front desk (with a helpful sign asking members to swipe their card since there was no attendant on duty) and heard a loud clank as weights hit the rack in the next room over. Someone must have come in while he was running. It wouldn't be hard to miss, given the amount of noise a polar bear on a treadmill can make, and he had been listening to some music at the time as well. He popped the earbuds out and pocketed them.

In the next room over, there was a older gray wolf with his back turned. He was busy trading out weights on a barbell, adding more than the younger bear would have expected at his age. His gray was multi-faceted; the majority of his fur was dark in coloration, almost bordering on black in places, but his age was betrayed by the lighter colored spaces of his arms, eyebrows, muzzle, and chest. A trail of almost-white fur also collected around his belly, trailing down below the line of his shorts - only visible because the wolf was not wearing a shirt. The gym specifically required that patrons wear shirts and shorts, but shoes were only required for the free-weight room to protect everyone's paws. Apparently the older wolf didn't much care about the requirements, but at almost 3am, why not? Not like anyone was around to ask him to put a shirt on. Moose certainly didn't mind.

The polar bear stood in the doorway for a moment, admiring the view. The wolf's body was built, but obviously accustomed to other comforts in life. He was mid-height but stocky, with thick thighs, well-toned arms, and a gut that hung over the waist of his workout shorts. It was rotund in a way that showed he cared about his body, but being a dad probably came first - hence the 3am workout routine. Maybe he didn't have kids at all, Moose thought. Maybe he just liked his beer as much as his workout routine.

The wolf glanced up and caught his peeping tom staring for a brief moment before Moose caught on and rolled forward, making his way to the locker room. He wouldn't have noticed, but there was a slight smirk on the wolf's face as he settled a final weight on the bar and moved into a sitting position before laying on the bench and setting his grip.

There was a grunt from the bench, and just before Moose made it into the doorway of the men's locker room, he heard the wolf call out from behind him.

"Hey, son. Wanna spot me?"

What an easy decision. The polar bear turned around immediately and made his way over to the only other patron in the building.

"Sure thing, gramps."

The wolf grunted again, lips wrinkling up slightly as the younger polar bear positioned himself at the head of the bench.

"Not that old, kid," he muttered.

"And I'm not that young," Moose shot back. He grinned and looked down at the wolf. "Name's Moose. How many reps are you going for?"

The old canine put pressure on the bar and pushed upward, freeing it. "Ten," was all he replied before he began to work. Moose ignored the fact that he didn't offer a name and kept his paws within reach, watching as gray-furred biceps strained with each rep. He was methodical, not rushing through it, and holding position for a brief moment each time he came up to the peak. He exhaled heavily with each push, and Moose tried to stay focused on the bar and the individual beneath him, not the bulge that was ever so prominent while the wolf was on his back.

His own shorts were slightly tented now, and he reached down to re-adjust slightly, attempting to be discreet while staying ready to step in if needed. The old wolf faltered mid-rep and let out a huff of exertion. Moose let his paws hover under the bar, but he didn't grip it yet, giving his partner time to collect himself. The wolf pushed through it and managed to bring the bar back up, receiving a helping hand to rack it back in place. He sat up with a grunt.

"You almost lost it on that last rep." Moose offered. "Good recovery."

"Well I was doing fine till you distracted me," the wolf replied. He made an adjustment to his own package this time, tugging on the front of his shorts as he stood from the bench.

Moose winced slightly. "Ah, sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it, kid."

The two stood there awkwardly for a moment. The older wolf had his hands on his hips, obviously not worried about the plump bulge in his shorts, and Moose had to fight the urge to adjust himself again.

"So, uh, all done then?" He asked.

The wolf stepped forward and started removing some of the weight from the bar, putting the equipment back in it's place. He didn't remove all of it though, and the polar bear expected him to sit down for an additional, set.

"Why don't you do a set?" The wolf asked. Moose eyed the bench and his workout partner.

"I hadn't really planned on doing any upper body today..."

"Plans change. Lay down." He pointed to the bar and the weights that were on it. "You can do this much I presume?"

Moose hesitated for a moment but gave in. If the wolf intended to keep going, he'd just roll with it. Not like he had anywhere to be at this hour. He sat down on the bench and leaned back, positioning himself under the bar. He placed his paws against the cool metal and wrapped them firmly around it.

The wolf stepped up to the head of the bench and gave the younger polar bear an eyeful. The tightly cut workout shorts left little to the imagination as they bulged out gently, and the woven fabric of a jockstrap containing what the older canine had to offer was clearly visible through the openings in the legs. His gray belly pushed it's way into his line of sight. The wolf grunted again.

"10 reps. Start when you're ready, son."

Moose tensed and pushed up, freeing the bar and holding it over his body. He steadied himself and then began his reps, mentally counting as the bar lowered and then raised back up in his paws.

One.

The wolf watched intently, and then stepped back briefly as his partner continued.

Two.

As Moose pushed the bar upward and away from his chest, the wolf stepped back into view, almost straddling the bench where his head lay. His arms reached their peak as the wolf's belly came into view, but this time, hanging beneath it was a slightly discolored, well-worn jockstrap. Light colored gray fur surrounded the soft white fabric, and it hovered over his nose, not touching, but close enough to breathe in the scent of the older male.

He faltered. Three.

"Well? Don't mind me. Keep going, boy."

He relaxed, allowing the bar to settle down close to his chest before pressing upward again. His partner looked down at him with a stern expression, obviously paying attention to the workout itself, but a large paw reached down and scratched absentmindedly at the jockstrap, rustling the package beneath it. Moose caught a brief glimpse of two orbs underneath as the fabric pulled back and forth. He could smell the scent of exertion above him, soaked into the material. There was a tightness to his own shorts now, but his hands were occupied. He closed his eyes and focused on the workout.

Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

He held the bar above him and let out a heavy breath, now noticing a slight tremble in his arms. When he opened his eyes, the wolf was still there, but now had a smirk on his face. His package hung over the bear like a reward. A heavy one.

"What's the matter? Distracted? You're almost there. Give me two more."

Moose let the weights fall and rise two more times before he felt the pressure release slightly as the wolf gripped the bar and helped guide it back in place. In doing so, he leaned in even more until his crotch was directly over his partner. Moose took in a deep breath, exhaling heavily when the weight was completely gone, but the wolf stayed where he was, leaning against the bar.

"Well done." The old wolf said. "You must be tired. Take a few deep breaths and relax."

Moose obliged happily. He stayed on his back, breathing deeply while the canine above him watched lazily.

"I think I'm done with my workout tonight, kid. How about we hit the locker room?" Suddenly, the presence above him was gone, and the wolf stepped back. He removed the weights quickly setting them in their place as Moose sat up from the bench. He reached down to adjust himself while the wolf picked up his shorts and sauntered toward the locker room, tail swishing behind him.

He gathered himself, collecting his water bottle and following close behind. The canine was standing in front of an open locker when he arrived, and Moose navigated past a changing bench and over to his own, fiddling with the combination lock before opening it wide. He pulled a towel out and slung it over the metal door. His view of the older male was blocked, but the wolf still struck up a conversation.

"Too bad you just caught the tail end of the workout. Would have been nice to have a partner for the whole thing," he said. "Workin' up a sweat ain't the same by yourself."

Moose pulled off his shorts and set them in the locker. "Well maybe I'll catch you around sometime, old man. I wouldn't mind having a regular workout partner either."

Suddenly there was a warm breath on his neck, and Moose could feel a plump sheath pressed up under his stubby tail. Two gray-furred arms landed on either side of his head, palms flat against he lockers, and a voice spoke directly into his ear.

"You know what, I think I got time to get one more exercise in. What do you say, kid? Why don't you get on the bench for me?"

Moose smiled into the empty locker and pushed backward, grinding his ass up against the sheath buried under his tail. The wolf responded by lurching forward, gut pressed into the small of the bear's back while his package nestled between two white-furred cheeks. The younger male's body was pressed tightly against the cool metal lockers while his backside was used as a tool to pleasure the older wolf. He rubbed against the bear, teasing and coaxing his own cock from it's sheath.

Moose could feel the tip begin to expose itself, leaking pre-cum under his tail. His own cock pressed uncomfortably against the lockers, trapped in the jockstrap he hadn't been able to remove.

He groaned while the canine held him against the lockers and ground against him, getting harder by the minute.

"Why don't you let me take my clothes off..." he said. He gasped as a narrowed tip pressed against the tender ring of flesh between his cheeks. The wolf chuckled.

"Now, now. Remember the rules. Gotta keep your clothes on while you workout, kid."

With that, the wolf wrapped his forearms under the bear's armpits, turning him toward the bench that had originally been between them. He pushed forward, leaning Moose down as he continued to press up firmly between his cheeks. His cock pressed up under the small white tail as pre-cum leaked from the tip. The wolf moved one hand to grip the elastic of the jockstrap. With the other, he lifted it and brought it down firmly on an ass-check. The polar bear grunted, but pushed back. He could feel the wolf's belly resting against his ass, while the cock sat nestled between his cheeks.

"There ya go. Relax before we start these reps boy. We're gonna go until we can't anymore."

The wolf pulled away briefly, gripping his now throbbing cock and lining himself up. He leaned forward and spit, sliding the tip of his cock through the makeshift lubricant and mixing it with the fluid that had already gathered. With another grunt he pressed forward, tapered tip sliding into the warm hole beneath him and continuing until his hips met resistance and his gut pressed against the polar bear's tail.

Moose arched his back and reached down to the bench, gripping it solidly as the wolf slid into him. He panted under the weight of the canine, and he could feel the heavy low-hanging orbs connect with his own fur when the wolf entered him. There was a sigh of relief from behind him and the older canine let out contented growl. He stood there for a moment, twitching and throbbing inside the warm body beneath him.

"Ready, kid?"

Moose ears flattened and he nodded; the wolf began in earnest. Canine hips pulled back and drove forward, forcing the gray sheath and balls to connect with white fur on every thrust. His cock slide in and out, working the tender skin and leaking lubrication with every thrust. He pulled back until the tapered tip just rested inside the tight ring then spread it open as he rolled forward, forcing the thick base as far as it would go. Their bodies collided, the older male moving from a rhythmic motion to a forceful pounding as he continued.

Moose panted heavily on the bench, body being jolted forward with each thrust. His own cock was leaking through the jockstrap, and he desperately wanted to take it off, place a paw between his legs and stroke himself to release, but the graying wolf wasn't giving him a chance. Each thrust pressed the bear down into the bench and the canine had a firm grip on the jockstrap, pulling up on the material and using it as a grip while he forced the younger male to ride his throbbing cock.

The wolf grunted, slamming his pre-cum, spit, and flesh into the polar bear while his knot continued to swell. Eventually, there came a burgeoning pressure at the end of each thrust. The old canine forced himself down into that warm hole, knot connecting and threatening entry on each repetition.

"Here ya go son, final set. Hnng... puuuush through it. Let this old man show you what he's got."

The wolf wasted no energy forcing his cock as deep as he could. His knot was swollen and aching at this point, begging for a tie to push himself over the brink. He continued to thrust, leaning over the bear, putting his weight on the ass beneath him as he forced himself in and out with wild fervor. With a final thrust, he yanked up up on the jockstrap and forced his hips forward, slamming his knot against used, tender skin. He pushed, not giving up as it slowly sank into that gateway, flesh giving way to flesh until he succeeded in burying his bone to the hilt.

Moose felt the stretch and moaned loudly as the knot broke though, filling him fully while the rest of the wolf's cock began to spasm and throb. He felt his own body tense as the thick flesh tortured his prostate with stimulation and he came, filling the jockstrap he wore with thick cum that spread over his own sheath as it tried to escape it's confines.

"-hhah! Ffff-uuuuck..."

The old wolf grunted and continued to thrust, unable to pull himself backwards to gain momentum with his knot lodged into the bear beneath him.

"FFFUCK, there it goes. MMF, you're cummin' too ain't ya? Heh! Still got it."

He unloaded into his workout partner, throbbing and grunting with each string of thick warm cum that he deposited into the younger bear. The stocky wolf continued to push, making sure that it went as deep as possible, straining with the stimulation of the tight passage wrapped and clenching around his tool. His release was powerful and heavy, much like his own body, and Moose let it flow into him happily with a groan of pleasure. He would occasionally grind back into the old wolf behind him, causing the canine to moan and throb some more, gaining a few more jets of wolf spunk for his efforts.

When he was finally done, the wolf leaned against the bear beneath him, breathing heavily. The two took some time to recover and allow the canine to soften enough that they could separate. When they finally did, Moose collected the wolf's jockstrap from the floor and handed it back to him, but it was met with a dismissive wave of a paw.

"Keep it kid."

Moose walked back over to his locker and stashed the used jockstrap inside. He began to remove his own clothing and threw a towel over his shoulder, ready for a shower.

"You know, you never told me your name" he said to the wolf. His partner had gathered a towel of his own and turned, cock still firm and dripping.

"How about this kid, I'll tell you my name tomorrow night when we get another workout in. Same time?"

The polar bear grinned and they both stepped into the showers.