Gym Buddies: Part One
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Gym Buddies: Part One
"So, how long have you been a fag?" The words took a moment to sink in for me.
"How... I... what?!" I stared over at my older brother of eighteen, the jock husky, who'd pulled himself from the weight bench and dabbed at his fur with a towel. "What did you just say, Luke?!" I wasn't sure which was more obvious in my voice, the shock at the word he'd used or the shock that he'd known. He smiled toothily.
"You heard, pup," he said. I hated when he called me pup. I was only a year younger than him. I looked away from him at the sweaty seat he'd gotten up from. He must've read that as I sign I was upset, at least, that's why I figured he put his arm around me. "You know I don't have a problem with it. It's... kinda cool." I snorted.
"Shut up," I told him flatly.
"I mean it. Anytime I have my friends over, I'll introduce you as 'my gay brother'!" Another tooth-ridden smile. I looked up at him and chuckled.
"Oh, so I'm a fashion statement, am I?"
"You tell me - you're the one with a sense of... fashion!" He highlighted the last word to sound effeminate, so I punched him in his shoulder. It hurt me more than it hurt him. "Dan, you're my brother. I don't care if you like guys or girls, I love you, you moron!" He ruffled the fur on my head as he walked off to the pec press machine.
"Thanks, Luke," I said, a bit embarrassed at my outburst. "Erm... how long have you known?" Luke's tank top stretched against his muscles. If he wasn't my brother, he'd be the one I was eyeing up while I was here. His ocean blue eyes were piercing his grey fur brilliantly. He smiled at me as he placed his paws on the arm rests.
"About the past minute, kid." My eyes widened noticeably. Had he just guessed it? Thankfully, he answered my question before I could ask it. "You were checking out that guy," he said, nodding over to the bench we'd just been using. I daren't look, but if my brother was right, he was referring to a dark brown coyote with emerald eyes. The tip of my tail curled tightly.
"Is he looking at us?" Luke shook his head while he strained to lift seventy five kilos up. "Well, whaddya think?" I tried to sound as casual as possible.
"He's not really my type," he joked. God, my brother could be an asshole when he wanted to be. I shot him a look - one of the dirtiest I could muster. "He's all right," he said seriously. "So are you gonna ask him out?"
"What?!"
"I said are you gonna ask him out?" Was he serious? Did he expect me to just walk over to some random stranger and ask for their number?
"I can't do that! Look at his arms!" Luke had to move his head past me to see him, so I sidestepped out of his obstruction.
"I didn't think you were looking at his arms, you perv," he said. If he hadn't been straining to keep the weights in place I would have thumped him. "What about his arms?"
"Well, they're huge, aren't they? Just look at them!" Luke obviously didn't understand what I was getting at. "What if he's, you know... what if he doesn't like that sort of thing? He could put me through a wall with those!" He stopped straining and rested his arms on his knees.
"Dan, I've already told you - you're my brother and I love you." How did that help? What did he mean by that? Again, he answered before I could ask. He was quick on the draw today. "So if he does try 'putting you through a wall', I'll put him through a hospital," he explained calmly. I didn't doubt this for a moment - Luke had always tried impressing the girls with his brute strength. Couple that with 'I was protecting my little gay brother', and he comes across as the perfect hunk - doing the wrong things for the right reasons. I couldn't believe he was using me to get women.
"I wouldn't want you to do that."
"Well, maybe I won't have to. Go and ask him," he suggested. Actually, he didn't suggest it; it was more of an order.
"I will if you come with me," I said. He laughed at me.
"I'm not coming with you, that'll be really fucking uncomfortable!" I couldn't deny that, but it'd be better to have someone helping me through this. "Just go up to him and say you need a gym buddy." That sounded reasonable enough.
"Okay... yeah, okay!" I beamed, making my way over to the coyote, who was now gulping down on the contents of an exercise bottle. Jesus, this guy was hot. I had to adjust my sports pants so that they didn't reveal anything. "Er, hi," I said.
"Hey," he responded, capping the bottle he was holding.
"Y'ight?" I asked, and then closed my eyes at how stupid that sounded. Eloquent, Dan, really eloquent!
"What?" the coyote checked.
"I meant 'you all right'?" I smiled. I let out a chuckle, but it was just trying to hide the fact that I was ready to drop dead at any moment.
"Yeah, are you?" I nodded. My breath had become a little stilted now. "What's up?" he asked. It took me a while to register that he was speaking.
"Er, I need a gym buddy," I lied, trying to remember what Luke had told me to say. The coyote looked between me and my brother.
"What's up with him? Did he tell you to piss off or something?" My tail-tip curled up again, which I tried to hide behind my legs. I had to think quickly.
"Well, that's my brother, and, er - well, he comes to the gym to meet women, you know? And I think he worries that we look like a couple." I laughed at this. It sounded ridiculous, because Luke looked like a real health buff, whereas I looked like I needed a good meal inside me.
"You're very cute together," he smiled. "But what's that got to do with me?"
"Well, I need a gym buddy," I repeated. He looked at me, obviously expecting more of an answer than that. "And, please don't take this the wrong way, but I really like your body." His eyes widened at this.
"You what?"
"No! I mean, I'd like to have your-" I stopped myself before finishing that sentence, realising how much worse it sounded. "I mean, I want your shape. On me." I knew how this sounded, but it would have been worse if I'd have corrected it. The coyote chuckled quietly. "So what do you press?"
"About one-eighty," he shrugged coolly. "How about you?" I smiled and showed him my feeble excuses for biceps and shot him an incredulous look. "You are kinda scrawny," he smiled, "all right, so - you're not looking for a gym buddy, you're looking for a trainer?"
"Y-yeah," I said. He put his paw out in front of me.
"Okay, sounds like it could be fun! I'm Al," he introduced. I shook his paw, perhaps a little too vigorously.
"Dan!" I caught a glimpse of Luke out of the corner of my eye. He was smiling and nodding at me. If Al saw, it might have blown everything, so I pretended not to notice. I couldn't ignore him, however, when he started calling me over with his fingers. "Sorry, I need to speak with my brother," I said, moving towards Luke. He nodded approvingly.
"Well, the little bender's got a date!" It was loud enough for a leopard next to us to hear and turn his head. I struck him hard, which he actually reacted to.
"Shut the fuck up! He's gonna help train me," I explained heatedly.
"Sorry, it's just I saw the two of you smiling and laughing, I misunderstood." The leopard was still listening in on this, which I picked up on.
"Yeah, well I'm not gay, so stop calling me a little bender! May I help you with something?" I snapped at the feline, who walked away quickly. "Luke, don't out me to complete strangers, okay?" He considered me for a moment and sighed.
"I'm sorry, pup, I just... didn't think. Listen, I was going to go, I'm just about done. If you want me to stay, I can do a few light exercises and keep an eye on the two of you?" I couldn't help but smile.
"Nah, that's okay," I said. "It's sweet, but I can take care of myself."
"All right. Want me to pick you up later?" I nodded. He pulled me into a quick hug and whispered to me. "Okay. Call me later, you little faggot!" I punched him again. I knew he was trying to be cute about it, but enough really was enough now. He walked away with a smile.
"Asshole."
I turned back and returned to Al, who'd been patiently waiting for me. "Okay, Dan, let's get started with some dumbbells, yeah?" he said, already walking over to the rack that stretched across a mirror. He picked up a fifty pound weight, and I dropped my jaw in amazement. He picked it up with so little effort, it might as well have been made from bubblewrap. "You'll need something lighter," he pointed out. That was obvious, why the Hell did he have to mention it so that everyone could hear? "Whaddya wanna try at?"
"Er... I don't know," I said honestly. He looked at the lower end of the rack and back at me. "Well, I don't want the first ones," I argued. Truth be told, I probably needed them. "What do you recommend?" The coyote nodded to the seventh dumbbell along the row.
"Try picking that one up," he said. I went over to it, wrapped my paw around it and lifted. "How's that feel?" I let it hang for a moment as I evaluated it.
"Yeah... it's good." Al fixed my position so that I could exercise without injuring myself. I didn't want him to have to take me to a hospital the first time we met. Besides which, if Luke heard we were in hospital together, he'd beat Al to a pulp without asking what had happened. The coyote stood behind me and pulled my arms back and forth until I had the movement properly memorised. The way he pulled my tail out of the way was really hot, and it made my pants bulge again. It took me a while to get the motion, mostly because I liked the feel of his crotch against my rear.
Soon, I was sweating. He handed me his towel. "Use that," he said. I wiped my face on the fabric, which was still scented with his musk. I pulled it into my nose and inhaled. I could feel the bulge grow in my pants again. "Hey!" I took the towel down from my eyes, and Al shot me a confused look. "What are you doing?"
Five words ran through my head. 'Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!'
"Were you... smelling that?"
"No," I lied, "I-I think I might have the start of a cold coming on." I sniffled falsely and cleared my throat. Al didn't look convinced, and to be honest, I didn't blame him.
"Right... let's move on to another exercise, yeah?"
We must have gone around the entire gym in an hour. My body was starting to feel really sore after Al had me doing push ups, tricep dips and inverted sit ups. I never wanted to do inverted sit-ups again.
"Can we take a break?" I moaned, pawing at my stomach. I'd wanted to get to know him better, but I just found out that he's a sadist that likes to torture people by making them exercise. The worst part was how he hadn't broken a single bead of sweat during the workout, and I looked like I stepped out of a pool.
"After this one, yeah," he assured me. I groaned loudly, dreading what it was. He lead me to a pull-up bar and I closed my eyes in indignation. "Get up," he said. The bar must have been up about eight or nine foot high - I couldn't reach that! I made a pitiful attempt at jumping for it. "Okay, stand up tall," he said, lifting my body with his strong paws, working on my chest. His body positioning mine started making me think about other positions he could put me into. I bulged again, but this time, he was horribly close. "Arms up, shoulders back, and... JUMP!"
I just managed to wrap my fingers around the bar, but couldn't pull myself up. "I can't do it!" I strained.
"Yes, you can! Here, I'll help you," he said, placing one paw under my tail and the other on my crotch. On my throbbing, fully erect crotch.
Now only one word went through my mind.
'Fuck!'