{"sf1_id":2029397,"sf2_id":"rn6DBjke","title":"After Hours","author":"Moon-Drummer","words":3919,"posted_at":"2023-07-26T15:33:50.000Z","tags":["Ape","Cheetah","Gay","Gorilla","Gym","Muscle Worship","Shower","Sweat"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2029397-after-hours","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rn6DBjke","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/52/3c/523c8983-1cd0-415b-9d7f-171938cf715a","description":"Issa the cheetah works at a local gym. Every night, he lets Troy the massive muscled ape come and train on the sly. Tonight, Troy shows his gratitude.","content":"Closing time. Issa set the gym lights to half strength. He ushered the last sweaty members toward the locker rooms, gave the equipment a thorough wipe down, re-racked weights onto their proper pegs, and counted down the till.\n\nHalf an hour past closing. Issa turned off the music, locked up the cash safe, then went to double check the locker room, showers, and sauna. Anyone watching the cheetah in his black and green staff uniform would have found nothing out of the ordinary.\n\nExcept that Issa wasn’t closing the gym down. He was preparing it…for HIM.\n\nThe employee entrance at the back of the gym opened. A shadow eclipsed the entire hallway. The floor shook slightly as a gorilla approached the front desk. Veined flesh ballooned out of his muscle shirt and training shorts in obscene proportions. So much muscle, his skin seemed taught, as if it might rip at any moment.\n\n“Hello, puny cheetah.”\n\nIssa could barely understand him, his voice was so deep. The cheetah stood welded to the spot.\n\nThe ape did not smile. His mouth rested in a stern line. Issa fought to find his voice.\n\n“H-Hi, Troy.”\n\nThere was a pause. Issa’s eyes kept sliding to the ape’s slowly heaving, permanently striated, monstrous pecs, or to those mountainous shoulders with their rivulets of visible veins. He’d never seen a guy with veins before. Not in the flesh.\n\n“Why?” Troy asked.\n\n“What? Why what?” Issa stammered.\n\nTroy rested his meathook hand on the wall. He leaned closer. Issa gulped.\n\n“You’ve let me in every night for two weeks. Why?”\n\nIssa bit his lip.\n\n“Because you deserve this gym more than anyone,” he whispered.\n\nTroy examined Issa under those black exaggerated gorilla eyebrows. Issa took one of Troy’s enormous ham hands in both his paws.\n\n“This is YOUR gym, Troy,” Issa said. “For as long as I’m here to let you in. All yours.”\n\nTroy remained as stoic as ever. Issa loved that unflappable sternness. The huge ape didn’t even chuckle. He covered Issa’s paws with his other hand.\n\n“Come and watch me, puny cheetah.”\n\n“...okay,” Issa agreed, sounding like a kitten.\n\nIssa’s gym had dumbbells up to 300 pounds and weight plates in the 100s. Issa kept them polished to a glinting shine.Troy was the only man who ever touched them.\n\nIssa hung back near the cable cross machines. Even the way Troy walked was erotic - like some great lumbering simian Godzilla.\n\n“Get me a drink,” Troy commanded.\n\nIssa dashed for the mini fridge behind the front desk. He pulled out a cold pre workout can. He was supposed to charge five dollars for it. Then again, the security cameras were supposed to work, too. They hadn’t been fixed since Issa’s first shift, and that was two years ago, now.\n\nTroy accepted the can. His oak tree neck rippled as he chugged. He closed his fingers about the can and crushed it utterly flat. He dropped the souvenir of his strength into Issa’s reverent paws.\n\nTroy glared into the mirror as he tore through a set of concentration curls with the heaviest weights on the dumbbell rack. Issa gave a moan at the pump of those biceps.\n\n“Closer,” Troy grunted.\n\nIssa padded into Troy’s aura, into the gravity well of his mass. Troy continued to pump, to work those arms. The dark hide under the simian fur was a moonscape of needle injections. The way the arms moved...they were so utterly thick that they LOOKED heavy, the way an 18-wheeler truck making a turn looked heavy.\n\nTroy watched Issa’s reaction in the mirror. Watched the little cheetah hyperventilate, watched his tawny feline eyes FEAST on every tiny detail of his arms. Issa looked at them the way someone looked at a steaming, greasy fresh pizza gleaming under the light.\n\nTroy planted one knee on the bench. He rested his elbow against the inner thigh and cuuuuurled his arm inward, slow and HARD, fist vibrating with the effort. He didn’t have to say a thing. The look he gave Issa said enough.\n\nIssa slapped his palms against either side of the bicep. He almost passed out.\n\n“Ohmygod…” he squeaked.\n\n“Talk to me,” Troy whispered into Issa’s pleasure wracked face.\n\nIssa ran his palms together up against the bicep peak.\n\n“Everything you’ve done….how you’ve twisted and abused your body….is beautiful, Troy. Beautiful!”\n\nTroy switched arms to flex again. His breath hissed out between bared huge gorilla fangs. Issa, quivering, teeth chattering, bent his head to kiss the muscle.\n\n“This is what you deserve,” he whispered to it. “This.” He kissed the bicep peak as large as his own face.\n\nTroy had real life striations. He had fucking snakes for veins, twisting down his shoulders, exploding into even higher relief on his biceps, branching over his forearms like river deltas seen from space.\n\n“Bench press?” Troy murmured.\n\n“Yeeess!” Issa moaned.\n\nIssa followed the lumbering ape over to the incline bench. He’d just wiped that thing down and now it was about to be blessed by Troy’s sweat.\n\nIssa took up a spotter’s position behind the bench. Not that he’d be able to help in any way. That wasn’t his job. His job was to witness.\n\nTroy slammed a suicidal amount of weight onto the bar. He settled into place beneath it. The whole bench creaked. Troy’s lats overflowed the bench on either side. His chest was so thick it almost touched the bar.\n\n“Feel this muscle work,” Troy commanded.\n\nIssa’s tiny paws slid reverently down over the immense shoulders. Along the collarbone. Fingertips touched the very top of the almighty ape chest.\n\n“FEEL IT.”\n\nIssa’s body jerked forward as if pulled on a string. He grabbed fists full of warm pliant muscle.\n\nTroy inhaled, preparing to lift. Even his breathing was powerful. The bar rose. Troy brought it down slowly, with perfect control, touched the steel to his thick nipples where they jutted out from under his muscle shirt. Issa’s eyes squeezed shut.\n\nThe power. The sheer strength. The muscles rolled downward into thick flat mesas beneath his touch. Then Troy exhaled. Growled. Pushed the barbell upward. The pecs exploded like the swells of atomic bombs detonated underwater.\n\nIssa cried out. Wordlessly. Helplessly. The pecs just grew bigger. BIGGER. Until they crashed together in triumph and began to flatten again. Over and over again.\n\nTroy wasn’t counting his reps. Neither was Issa. That wasn’t the point. Troy wasn’t the sort of man who needed to concern himself with such things. He was MADE for the gym. Lived for it. Existed to glorify the gym to its greatest use.\n\nTroy finished his first set. Issa trembled, at the point of leaking into his pants. Troy took a drink and eyed the puny cheetah.\n\nHe slammed a huge fist into his thick palm to flex his great, pumped chest.\n\n“No one has greater pecs than an ape,” Troy pronounced.\n\n“No one has greater MUSCLES than an ape!” Issa cried. “Oh TROY!”\n\n“Do you want to feel some more?”\n\n“I’d give ANYTHING to feel some more!”\n\nTroy lay back for a second set. “Take off your clothes.”\n\nIssa was enthralled to him. Enslaved. He did it without thought, aware of how feeble his thin spotted body was in comparison to Troy.\n\nTroy pumped while he stripped. Really getting into it, now. Reveling in his own strength. In the crash and roll of his mighty muscles.\n\n“Nnngh. Nnnnnnngh. Yes. Yeeesss. More. Moooooore.” Troy panted with every rep.\n\nIssa’s little red rocket stood at a salute to the sight.\n\n“You’re staring.”\n\nTroy had finished his second set. Issa fetched him a bottled water.\n\n“I’m sor-”\n\n“I want you to stare.”\n\nTroy twisted the cap off the water.\n\n“Watch my neck while I drink.”\n\nIssa bit his lip. Troy’s adam’s apple bobbed within a prison of rippling neck beef. The huge ape finished the bottle in three gulps.\n\n“Look. At my. Chest.”\n\nIssa obeyed. Pre dripped from his kitty balls. He stared at those great heaving mountains. Issa watched a jewel of sweat roll down the right side of Troy’s neck and vanish into the pec valley.\n\nThe cheetah’s eyes were half lidded. Mouth slack. The edge of his tongue rested just outside his lips.\n\n“Speak.”\n\n“I want to MARRY your muscles, Troy.”\n\nIt was a ridiculous statement. Said in the utter heat of the moment. Troy never smirked. Never laughed. He beckoned his worshiper closer with a finger.\n\nIssa approached. Troy held Issa by the left hip. He pulled Issa between his seated thighs with gentle strength. Surprisingly gentle. The inner sides of the ape’s thighs brushed Issa’s bod, warm as baked potatoes.\n\nTroy pulled the bottom of his muscle shirt upward. He jerked his brutish face down toward it in command.\n\nIssa wavered on his feet. About to faint.\n\n“Come where you belong.”\n\nIssa had to move fast or he WOULD cum right there. He acted with the thoughtless haste of a man leaping off the edge of a zipline platform. Up under the canvas of the shirt. Scrambling across bare, sweaty skin.\n\nTroy’s muscle shirt was a blanket, its warmth covering Issa’s furry back. Troy’s breath was in his ears. Issa could FEEL the ape’s heartbeat. The scent of him from this close was as strong as diesel fumes.\n\nTroy was a god. A monster. A living Kilimanjaro that talked and breathed. Issa couldn’t think straight. The ape had EVERYTHING. His chest was a sacrificial slab to slay gay virgins on, pushing out INCHES from the rest of his body so that it seemed to hang off of his ribcage, casting shadows down onto a real-life six pack. Not one of those skinny, pretty boy cute sets, oh no. Each abdominal muscle as big as Issa’s fist, BLOATED with muscle. The separation between Troy’s pecs and the top of his abs was INSANE, and the way his abs curved inward following his spine just added to the appearance of size to the gorilla’s chest. Troy even had visible obliques.\n\nThe whole glorious apparatus of the huge ape’s anatomy moved together while Troy pumped out another set. He squished…squished…squished Issa between his chest and the bar while Issa clung to him, whimpering, grinding his erection over and over against the sort of pecs he had only ever DREAMED of.\n\n“Veins...VEINS...rippling POWER….yes!. WORSHIP it,” Troy ranted.\n\n“Every day, Troy! Every day!” Issa moaned.\n\nThe bar clanged into place. Troy sat up, panting.\n\nHe swung both arms inward for a most muscular flex. It was so close, Issa could smell him. Could see the pores in the ape’s bare chest and watch tiny undulations of meat move beneath the skin. Troy’s traps hunched upward to almost twice their size. Pecs and arms squeezed each other, so that both seemed to expand thicker.\n\nTroy tore his shirt away and YANKED Issa’s mouth to his. Issa surrendered to the brute, arms around his barely existing neck while they kissed like they were trying to eat each other.\n\nIssa erupted all over those pumped and dripping gorilla pecs. He collapsed against the brute…HIS brute…and felt Troy’s fingertips run through the fur at the back of his head.\n\n“More?”\n\nIssa nodded, eyes closed. He could have died then and there with no regrets. The fact that this ape god was willing to do even more brought tears to the corners of his eyes.\n\nIssa dismounted. His bare feet pressed to the warm dry rubber floor. Like a squire attending his lord, Issa awaited Troy’s pleasure. Troy stood and made for a pull up bar.\n\nHe swung his enormous arms a bit to loosen them. Issa didn’t come any closer until Troy looked for him. Troy dropped into a feral ape posture.\n\n“Climb on.”\n\nIssa grinned. He could see the streak of silver-grey that spread over Troy’s back, fading into that rich royal ebony. Issa wrapped his thin arms around Troy’s immense back, hugging just under the bloated weight of the triceps. His little hands practically rested in Troy’s armpits.\n\n“Show me what you can do, silverback.”\n\nTroy gave another heavy grunt. He gripped the overhead bar. What lesser men did to train their back was Troy’s warmup. He pumped his enormous body up and down, up and down the bar under perfect control - a machine made of meat.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Issa’s pitiful body clung and shivered against that broad back, carried along for the ride. Issa felt the great wide lats flare and relax. The shoulders rolling. The rhythmic, slow breath of the gorilla as he worked out. It was soothing. Issa risked a kiss in the center of Troy’s back.\n\nTroy finally landed. The jolt knocked Issa to the floor. Troy turned to make sure he was alright.\n\nIssa shot him a grateful grin. He made to get up, but Troy pushed him back down with one huge red and white gym shoe.\n\nThen he rolled the right leg of his gym shorts up to full expose the huge sweep of his leg.\u0026nbsp; Issa grabbed Troy’s right thigh at its thickest point. Grabbed and held it as though trying to lift a tree trunk. His desperate fingers slid along the rippling landscape of it. Troy slowly tensed it. Issa moaned aloud. It was like the leg muscles were massaging his palms. So very ALIVE beneath his touch.\n\nIssa bent forward, eyes closed, and kissed the outer sweep of the leg. Over and over. His kisses became open mouthed French smacks that followed the swell of muscle upward toward where thigh joined to ass. He switched sides. Troy’s crotch head wafted through Issa’s head fur while Issa kiss-licked those shredded loins on both sides of Troy’s pillar-like legs, switching back and forth between them.\n\nTroy grunted. He slid one foot forward and curved his leg in front of the other one. The grinding swells of leg beef became tectonic plates, convecting past each other, grinding Issa into pulp while the cheetah held on for dear life and gnawed at that unyielding MUSCLE.\n\n“Do you feel how weak you are?” Troy asked.\n\n“Yeeeeess!” Issa mewled.\n\nHe dared to glance up at the towering ape god. Troy was rock hard.\n\nTroy’s hand grabbed his head. Thick fingertips enclosed around Issa’s skull.\n\n“Lick.”\n\nThe taste of Troy’s sweat was a sharp, tangy salt. So intense that Issa flinched in shock at first. Issa rolled his rough little feline tongue over and over across Troy’s heaving chest. He was a cub that nursed on sweat instead of milk. His tongue was numb with the flavor. It could taste nothing else.\n\n“More,” Issa whispered.\n\nTroy wordlessly rolled one massive arm behind his head. He watched while Issa gathered up his courage to nuzzle into the cavernous swamp of the armpit.\n\nPure warm salt-sour stink flowed into Issa’s lungs. It was like inhaling steam. Issa convulsed and his cock SURGED. Troy’s fingers enclosed it. Stroked it. While Issa’s head bobbed and writhed, worshiping another man’s armpit.\n\nAfter the initial disgust, Issa gave himself over to it. The boy and the beast breathed together in heavy pants. Troy’s pits were shaved, so nothing stood between Issa’s mouth and all the delicious nectar of the gods Troy’s body produced.\n\nTroy let go. Issa staggered back, gasping in fresh gym air. His head still spun. When he could see clearly again, Troy stood there with his hands on his hips. Naked.\n\nAdmittedly, Issa HAD seen bigger, but it was still a mouth watering fist full of living sex sausage.\n\nTroy eased his bulk backward onto the floor. His sheer bulk took up so much space. It was like watching a living mattress. Troy spread out and beckoned to Issa.\n\nIssa padded toward the huge ape. His little pink cock ached out in front of him. Issa started to kneel on top of Troy when the huge ape stopped him.\n\n“Other way. Face my cock.”\n\nIssa did as he was told. He mounted Troy’s waist like a saddle. Troy’s leathery mitts gripped Issa’s ass cheeks. Gneaded them. Rolled them about with his palms while the powerful fingers squished their firm round flesh. Issa hummed.\n\n“Now what?” Issa panted.\n\n“Ssssuuuucck.”\n\nIssa gripped the shaft and pushed the tip just past his lips. It was the size of a bratwurst, including the bun. Issa hummed again at the taste. Fleshy and salty all at once.\n\nThen his eyes widened as Troy’s mouth formed a seal around his ass crack. Those ape lips…so fucking flexible and pliable. Smearing. Slurping. Troy’s thick tongue slurped at Issa’s hole.\n\nIssa shoved his face deeper and deeper along the shaft with every moan. His fingertips played against the smoothness of Troy’s crotch. He felt the tiniest bristles where the pubic hair was starting to grow back from his last shave.\n\nTroy snarled. The sound vibrated through the little cheetah. He devoured that anus. Big fangs ground against the inner sides of Issa’s rump. The tongue rammed inside, more insistent. Swirling from side to side to loosen the pucker.\n\nIssa involuntarily ground his body against the heavy fleshy bricks of Troy’s beautiful abs, his face still buried around most of the gorilla’s cock.\n\n“Mmmmmnnnh!!!”\n\n“Yes. Yes.” Troy chanted. “Oil up my muscles with your CUM.”\n\nIssa had to yank his mouth off the huge shaft to breathe. He gasped in air. His cheek smeared against the side of Troy’s cock. Wet his fur with his own saliva, mixed with Troy’s pre.\n\nIssa humped feverishly. Harder. Faster. Troy flexed his core. Issa felt the muscles grip and squeeze his cock. His world exploded in a supernova of ecstasy.\n\nIssa didn’t even remember cumming, but when he looked down, his spunk was smeared across the lower set of Troy’s abs.\n\nIssa wet his mouth and grabbed the base of Troy’s shaft. Time for him to complete his job.\n\nTroy held his shoulder.\n\n“Wait. Not here.”\n\nIssa dismounted. Troy rolled effortlessly from flat on his back to standing like a big living ball of beef. He jerked his head for Issa to lead. Issa passed his personal ape god and felt the faint vibrations in the floor as Troy’s footsteps followed behind him.\n\nIssa stumbled. He gasped when two big strong hands cupped him about the waist and back. Troy pulled him off his feet, up into those magnificent arms.\n\nIssa relaxed after a few seconds. Troy carried him toward the showers. They both stank of sweat and sex.\n\nIssa blushed.\n\n“I…hope I was okay.”\n\n“What do you mean?” Troy asked.\n\nIssa’s narrow shoulders shrugged.\n\n“I haven’t done this very much.”\n\n“Me, neither.”\n\nIssa looked up at the massive ape in shock.\n\n“What? What gay guy in his right mind would say no to being your fleshlight?”\n\n”Most guys find me too scary.”\n\n“Troy, that’s WHY you’re so incredible.”\n\nIssa ran a wondering hand slowly back along the obscene chest.\n\n“The second I saw you, I wanted you to ravage me, you absolute BRUTE.”\n\nTroy grunted.\n\n“Like this?”\n\nThey stepped into the showers. Troy locked lips with Issa. He rolled his tongue slowly and deep around Issa’s mouth, bulging out his cheeks as he pushed a huge spit wad into Issa’s mouth.\n\nIt gurgled as Issa tried to swallow it while moaning.\n\nTroy set the naked cheetah down. Issa turned on the hot spray for him. They faced each other.\n\nTroy pulled Issa back against his chest. Fingers in his hair. Utterly enveloping the cheetah in the damp stench of him. Issa shut his eyes and lost himself in those heaving bouncing pecs. Nursing on them like a kitten. Slurping and suckling the salty slime of Troy’s sweat into his mouth.\n\n“Ooook. Puny cat likes that, hunh? Mmmmh. Yeaaah. All that hot, leathery hide.”\n\nIssa panted.\n\nTroy pressed Issa against the shower tiles. Harder and harder. Issa could barely move. His struggles felt pathetic, even to himself. He was just so small. So scrawny compared to the immense ape brute.\n\n“You like it when I play with you.”\n\nPre shot from Issa’s cock. He could only pant and nod.\n\n“I’d beg you to take me home with you but…I don’t think I could stand living with you, Troy. You’re too…tooo…nnmmff!”\n\nHe rolled his tongue around the heavy bricks of Troys abs while the gorilla rumbled, fondling a hand between their legs to grab both of their cocks and stroke them in his fist.\n\n“Then I’ll take you right here,” the gorilla god declared.\n\nIssa’s feet left the floor again. They locked about Troy’s lower back. Toe tips brushed the great bulges of the gorilla’s glutes. Issa’s slender arms clung to the bloated, pool raft thick back. Fingers dragged into the ebony and silver short fur.\n\nHis moans. His screams. His bleated, begging, mewling cries…all of them were swallowed up by Troy’s enormous bulk. So wide and thick he filled the corner shower stall from end to end.\n\nThere was no way for Issa to do much more than hang on. Troy used him as a sex toy - huge strong hands about Issa’s waist, bulging arms rolling and flexing to pull and push Issa’s hips up and down his mighty shaft. It was the perfect way for a beast like Troy to fuck.\n\nTroy growled. Snorted. His thrusts drove faster. Issa couldn’t cum any more. His poor, puny cheetah balls had surrendered all they had.\n\n“Hang on!” Troy snarled.\n\nIssa clung tight. Troy released his hold so that the moment he orgasmed, he ROARED out. Fanged maw tossing side to side. Fists bashing back and forth against his dripping chest muscles like timpani.\n\nThe beast and the little beauty in his arms stood there under the spray, panting. Issa eased his legs back to the floor. He felt Troy’s softening cock leave him.\n\n“Did I hurt you?”\n\nIssa shook his head. He smiled up at the stoic gorilla in reassurance. Troy gently turned Issa to face the wall. Large hands worked to clean Issa one last time, especially around his sensitive, abused hole. Issa bit his lip but kept quiet.\n\nA pat to one ass cheek told Issa that Troy was done. They turned off the water, stood side by side under the hot rushing air of the blow dryers, and wandered nude together back through the gym collecting their clothing.\n\nIssa gave the entire gym one final pass to look for evidence while Troy dressed. Then he dressed as Troy gathered his gym bag and stole another water bottle from the cooler.\n\nThey emerged from the employee entrance. Issa turned his key in the lock.\n\nThe air held the cool moisture of a fresh rain. Issa’s shoes disturbed a shallow puddle as he locked the employee entrance. He felt emptied. A vase Troy had used and left without a petal or a drop of water. The shower had helped, but Issa still felt the aches of their love making in his anus and thighs. Invisible trophies.\n\n“Troy, are you sure I pleased you?”\n\nTroy shot him a sharp glance, as if rebuking Issa for even asking. Issa looked down.\n\n“It’s just hard to tell with you.”\n\nTroy gently pulled Issa back into his arms.\n\n“That’s why I do this. So you know.”\n\nA small purr vibrated in Issa’s throat.\n\n“You’re such a caveman, Troy.”\n\nThe ape grunted. Issa looked up.\n\n“You DO have feelings, don’t you?”\n\n“No. I have muscles. No room for feelings.”\n\nBut the mighty gorilla gave Issa a wink before setting him back down.\n\nTroy cupped Issa’s furry cheek.\n\n“See you tomorrow night. Puny cat.”"}