# The Shower

Author: anubus45
Tags: Feline, Hyena, Jaguar, M/M, Oral, Shower, Wet

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Title: "The Shower" (M/M Jaguar Heyena)  
By: Christopher Hortin (Chris, the Icicle Child) - Copyright me,  
blah blah blah.  
Began: 12/27/01, First Draft Completed: 1/1/02, Last  
Revised/Corrected: 1/3/02  
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welcome and greatly appreciated. Or, you can just e-mail me out of  
the kindness of your heart, or because you're bored, or because  
you're feelin' yiffy. It's all good, honeymuffin.)  
The typical disclaimers:  
  
-This piece of fiction depicts sexual acts between two consenting  
anthropomorphic males of legal age. If you just said "Eeew!" then  
you probably shouldn't read this. You also shouldn't read this if  
you're under the legal age to do so for your area, or if doing so  
is against the law in your area, but I seriously doubt that  
something like age or legalities will stop you if you're  
interested. It sure as Hell never stopped me.  
  
-The characters depicted here are fictional. Any resemblance  
between these characters and another copyrighted character are  
coincidental.  
  

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[And now, the story]  
  
  
  
Before stepping through the door to the locker room, Jase stopped  
to remove the light blue sweatband from his head and wipe his brow  
with the matching towel. He felt like his body was immersed in a  
river of perspiration; his forest green "Jaguar Power" t-shirt  
clung to his back soaked, and sweat still continued to pour down  
his forehead, the saline stinging his bright yellow eyes. Jace  
moved the towel over his narrow but muscular shoulders and took a  
second to wipe his long feline tail before putting the towel back  
over his head. As he brought one of his arms up, he felt a spasm  
of pain under his left shoulder blade and winced. \*\*Overdid it on  
the weights again, bud. You've gotta learn to pace yourself.\*\*  
  

  Pacing himself would have been easier if he could afford to get to  
the gym more than once a week to work out. But as it was, Tuesday  
morning was the only break in Jace's monotonous work schedule. It  
wasn't too much of an inconvenience, since Tuesday mornings were  
also the gym's least popular time to work out, meaning that Jace  
could avoid the large crowds, and didn't have to wait at all for  
staff service or machinery use. But because he only came here once  
a week, Jace would try to cram a whole week's worth of exercise  
into a couple of hours. His left shoulder blade had been giving  
him trouble for the past few weeks, and he made a mental note to  
call for a chiropractor appointment later today.  
  
The clock on the wall read 8:30 AM, and Jace made his way into the  
locker room. He still had three hours until he had to be at work,  
but he would have to walk over to the auto shop to pick up his  
car. The locker room was cool, quiet, and deserted, not unusual  
this early on a Tuesday. Jace sat himself down on the bench  
adjacent to the showers and used the key on the elastic band  
around his wrist to open his locker.  
  

  Upon sitting down, Jace realized just how tired he was. It had  
been quite awhile since he had gotten a decent night's sleep. When  
he had accepted the job at Morrison's, he had no way of knowing  
how stressful it would be. The long hours and constant pressure  
were killing him, but he hadn't been able to find another job  
since moving to the city. He had little time for job searching,  
and now his car was having problems, further hampering his search.  
\*\*I wish I still had the old job. I wish I still had Sandra.\*\*  
Jace frowned and pushed thoughts of her out of his mind. Even  
after a year without her he was still bitter about their breakup.  
  
Jace took off his shirt, followed by his tennis shoes and socks.  
As he leaned forward to grab a plastic bag out of his locker, he  
could feel the strain in his lower back. He stood up partway and  
slipped off his sweat shorts, leaving him only in a black jock  
strap. He slumped back down onto the seat, shivering slightly from  
the cold bench against his bare rump, and tossed the sweaty  
clothes into the bag. \*\*I need to rest. Just a few minutes  
wouldn't hurt.\*\* Jase turned and laid himself across the bench,  
using one of the gym's large white towels as a pillow. He closed  
his eyes and breathed steadily, feeling relaxed.  
  

  Jace heard a small noise next to him, and opened his eyes to see  
Tarkin standing over him. "Oh, sorry," Tarkin said in a smooth  
baritone voice, "I just came in here to do some cleaning and to  
see if you were finished with your towel. I didn't mean to wake  
you."  
  
Jace rubbed his eyes and stared up at Tarkin. He was a tall  
heyena, dressed in a navy blue gym shirt with matching shorts,  
with a broad, muscular build that truly impressed Jace. Even with  
a shirt on, his excellent physique was fully noticeable. As a  
member of the staff, Tarkin was usually the one who would spot  
Jace with his weight lifting and offer bodybuilding tips and  
nutrition advice, and over the past couple of months, Jace had  
come to enjoy his company during his Tuesday workouts at the gym.  
Jace smiled and said, "No, I was just resting before I have to go  
to...what time is it?"  
  
"The clock said 9:45 when I walked in here," Tarkin replied. "I  
was surprised that you were still here."  
  
"Damn, I fell asleep! I've gotta get go-AAH!" Jace sat up quickly,  
and as he did, a sharp pain stabbed him again under his left  
shoulder blade, causing him to cry out.  
  

  Tarkin frowned. "Are you OK?" he asked, his olive eyes showing  
concern.  
  
Jace ruefully rubbed his shoulder. "It's my shoulder blade. I keep  
having these stabbing pains."  
  
Tarkin straddled the bench behind Jace and sat down. "You may have  
overworked it. Here, let me see if I can help." Jace felt Tarkin  
put his paws on his back, moving them up over his shoulder blades  
and around his neck. Tarkin applied pressure gently in a few  
different places, and then went back to massaging Jace's back with  
slow smooth strokes. Jace closed his eyes and relaxed as Tarkin  
worked; it had been a long time since he had been given a back  
massage, and waves of pleasure rushed through him as his muscles  
loosened.  
  
Tarkin's paws moved slowly from Jase's shoulder blades down to his  
lower back, then slowly back up, and back down. Jase gave a muted  
moan as he felt the stresses in his back give way. He was amazed  
that someone as large and formidable as Tarkin could have such a  
gentle touch. Jase could feel Tarkin's paws lower to his sides and  
start tracing over the waistband of his jock strap, and suddenly  
he remembered that he was almost naked. Being massaged in such an  
intimate way by another male made Jase feel strangely aroused, and  
the feeling intensified when Tarkin kissed him lightly on the nape  
of his neck.  
  

  Jace sat up straight and turned slightly to give Tarkin a  
quizzical look. Tarkin looked slightly abashed, his furry cheeks  
turning pink. "Sorry. I...got a little carried away. Don't be  
angry."  
  
"I'm not, just...surprised," Jase said with a small smile. "No one  
has ever...I mean I've never...uh, that felt-," his mouth fumbled  
around for words, and finally he said, "You don't have to stop if  
you don't want to."  
  
Tarkin smiled and scooted along the bench until his muscular chest  
was pressed against Jase's back. Tarkin brought his arms around  
Jase's waist, and moved his paws along the jaguar's well-toned  
legs, his fingers gently tracing the brown spots on the golden  
fur. "I love your spots," Tarkin said, "and your legs, and your  
chest, and all of you really. Your very handsome."  
  
"T-thanks. You are too," Jase replied, slightly taken aback by  
Tarkin's comments, not to mention his own response. Jase had never  
thought much of himself physically or otherwise, but Tarkin was  
just gorgeous and very congenial, and the idea of someone like  
that finding him attractive made Jase feel a rush of joy and self-  
confidence that he hadn't felt in a long time. \*\*He's a male,\*\*  
Jase told himself, \*\*but...I do like him, and...he likes me.\*\*  
Jase smiled and said, "Thanks for rubbing my back. I feel great."  
  

  "Perhaps I can rub the front now." With that, Tarkin moved his  
paws across Jase's chest and down his lean sides. Tarkin brought  
his paws back up, running his fingers through Jase's chest fur,  
and Jase growled as Tarkin ran his claws across his nipples and  
then back down his sides. Tarkin traced along the waistband of the  
jock strap again, and then his paws reached down to knead and  
caress the growing black mound between Jase's legs. Jase gasped  
and arched his back as Tarkin began to kiss and lick his neck and  
shoulder. "Oh God yes," Jase gasped, pushing his hips forward  
slightly while Tarkin's paws caressed his groin. He could feel his  
cock expanding out from its sheath underneath the fabric of his  
jock strap.  
  
"Have you already showered?" Tarkin asked, nipping Jase lightly on  
one ear.  
  
"No, I didn't get that far before I dozed off." Jase was only  
slightly aware that he was running terribly behind, but by now he  
didn't care. He hadn't been with anybody since Sandra had left  
him, and he could feel his sexual frustrations building up like  
water behind a dam.  
  

  Tarkin smiled and stood up. "Why don't we get in together?"  
  
Jase stood up to face Tarkin, a little surprised by the  
suggestion. "Won't you get in trouble? I don't want you to get  
fired."  
  
Tarkin waved a paw dismissively as he leaned against the lockers.  
"Jeram and Sal are watching the front, and no one's here right now  
to bother us."  
  
Jase smiled a little, his heart racing. He was nervous about doing  
something like this is a public place, but at the same time,  
extremely excited by the idea. Jase walked over to Tarkin and  
leaned against his body, pressing him against the lockers. Jase  
untucked Tarkin's shirt and slowly ran his paws underneath, across  
the heyena's tight abs and up to his chest. Tarkin smiled and  
raised his arms, allowing Jase to lift his shirt off. With the  
shirt gone, Jase got his first good view of Tarkin's upper torso,  
and his eyes were wide with disbelief. "Damn! You are  
so...beautiful!"  
  
With such an amazing build, Tarkin looked like something off of a  
magazine cover. The pectoral muscles on his barrel chest were  
full, his arms thick and curved with muscle and sinew, and his  
abdomen muscles tight and rippled. Tarkin's creamy chest fur was  
thick and glossy in contrast to the darker brown fur on his sides,  
and it ran across his chest in a line down across his stomach and  
disappeared into his shorts. His large pectorals bulged as he  
flexed them for Jase. "I'm glad you approve. Working in a gym will  
do this to ya," Tarkin said with a wink and a grin.  
  

  Jase ran his paws across Tarkin's chest, and then along his broad  
shoulders and down his thick arms. Underneath the chest fur, Jase  
could see both of Tarkin's thick pink nipples poking out. He  
brushed his paws across them lightly before lowering his mouth  
down and running his tongue across one, and then the other.  
"Ooh...," Tarkin leaned his head back against the lockers as he  
moaned.  
  
After a few more licks, Jase began to suck on one of Tarkin's  
stiff nipples while his paws gently unfastened Tarkin's shorts. He  
let them drop down around Tarkin's ankles, covering his shoes.  
Jase looked down to see that Tarkin was also wearing a jock strap  
like his, but colored bright red. Between his muscular legs,  
Tarkin's crimson package was bulging tightly outward. Jase pressed  
himself up against Tarkin's bulky frame, causing his black bulge  
to press into Tarkin's red one. He moved his hips back and forth,  
feeling the two growing mounds rub against each other sensually as  
he wrapped his arms around Tarkin's shoulders and kissed him full  
on the lips.  
  

  Tarkin leaned forward, pressing his tongue into Jase's mouth as  
his wide paws moved down Jase's back and to his buttocks. He  
grabbed them and squeezed gently while grinding his hips, pressing  
their swollen groins even closer together. Their kiss seemed to  
last years, until Jase pulled back and broke away from Tarkin.  
Jase grabbed his shower towel off of the bench and reached into  
his open locker to pull out a small bottle of body shampoo with a  
thin cord attached. He placed the bottle around his neck and  
slipped off his jock strap, lifting his tail a little to give  
Tarkin a good view of his ass before waking around the corner into  
the showers, confident that Tarkin wouldn't be far behind.  
  
Jase placed his towel on a corner shelf, and walked over to the  
first shower faucet, turning on the hot water with partial cold.  
He turned and stood back against the wall outside of the falling  
water, waiting for Tarkin and for the water to heat up. His paws  
moved downward and felt his penis, completely erect and swollen  
from excitement and anticipation. He pinched the thick head, and  
then began to run his fingers along its length. As he gave himself  
a few gentle strokes, Tarkin rounded the corner.  
  

  Tarkin was wearing a white shower towel strung across his  
shoulders, and nothing else. Between his legs, his massive heyena  
cock pointed straight out and up from its sheath, wagging back and  
forth as he walked, and just below, his large round balls hung  
loosely in his furry scrotum. Jase ran his tongue across his lips  
as Tarkin placed his towel next to Jase's on the shelf and walked  
over. "Will...will you pose a little for me?" Jase asked  
tentatively.  
  
Tarkin nodded and turned to the side, flexing his arms and legs.  
Jase continued to stroke himself as Tarkin moved from pose to  
pose, turning around to give Jase an excellent view from all  
angles of both his rigid body muscles and his rigid penis poking  
outward. After a few minutes, Tarkin walked over to Jase, wrapped  
his arms around him, and kissed him on the neck. Farther down,  
Jase could feel the heyena's stiff member pressing against his  
own, and he took a step back to get a better look.  
  
"Holy shit! I wish I had one like that!" Jase put both of his paws  
around Tarkin's cock and gave it a few slow strokes, feeling its  
warmth and admiring its length. The cock was easily eight inches,  
and thicker around than his own six inch penis.  
  

  "Don't knock yourself, bucko. You'll be more than a mouthful."  
Tarkin licked his chops eagerly.  
  
Jase smiled. "What do you want to do?"  
  
"Turn around," Tarkin said, and Jase complied. The water coming  
out of the shower head was warm now, and the square concrete room  
was filling with a thin curtain of steam. Tarkin walked up behind  
Jase, pressing himself to the jaguar's backside and wrapping his  
arms around his chest. Jase could feel Tarkin's cock pressing hard  
against his buttocks as he was gently pushed forward into the  
cascading water.  
  
Jase closed his eyes, feeling the hot water soak into his fur and  
flow down his body, while Tarkin grabbed the bottle around Jase's  
neck, and squirted a decent amount of the contents into the  
opposite paw. He rubbed both paws together, letting a thick lather  
form, and then began to slowly rub the shampoo across Jase's chest  
and downward across his abs and toward his crotch. Tarkin began to  
kiss Jase's neck while his paws wrapped around the feline's  
malehood and began to stroke slowly. "Oh yeah...oh yeah...," Jase  
groaned as he began to thrust his hips back and forth, driving  
his aching rod between Tarkin's slick paws. After a few more  
strokes, Tarkin took his paws away and reached for the shampoo  
bottle again. After applying more of the shampoo to his paws, he  
worked the lather into Jase's head fur and down across his neck  
and shoulders to his back.  
  

  "Now that we've lathered, let's rinse," Tarkin said as he pressed  
a button on the wall. The water stopped falling from above, and  
instead started spilling out of a smaller hand held shower head  
with an attached hose. Tarkin picked the plastic shower head up  
off of its hook on the wall and began to spray Jase from the top  
down, rinsing the foam out of his fur. After the back was clean,  
Tarkin began to direct the water across Jase's chest and then  
moved downward. Jase's eyes went wide with pleasure as Tarkin took  
the shower head and placed it in his crotch. The warm water rushed  
around the base of Jase's cock and across his nutsack. "Uuuh...,"  
Jase moaned loudly. He wanted this to last as long as possible,  
but didn't know how much more pleasure he could take. Behind him,  
Tarkin dropped down to his knees and brought his muzzle up  
underneath Jase's tail. He gently ran his tongue across the  
puckered tailhole, and then began to lick more forcefully, pushing  
his tongue upwards. "Oh God!"  
Jase cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation. "Oh God! Wow! That's  
good!"  
  

  Tarkin paused for a moment to hand Jase the hand held shower head  
and say, "Could you hang that up and turn on the regular water?"  
Jase did so and Tarkin returned to licking and kissing his  
asshole. As the water resumed falling from the above shower head,  
Jase felt Tarkin's paws grab his hips and pull him down gently to  
the concrete floor. Once on his knees, Jase leaned forward to give  
Tarkin full access to his ass. Jase moaned and growled  
uncontrollably as Tarkin's tongue continued to push and probe at  
his exposed pink tailhole while the water rushed across his back,  
and then Jase felt Tarkin's paw cradle his scrotum and stroke his  
tongue across the damp and swollen balls.  
  
"Turn around," said Tarkin. "I want to suck you off." Jase flipped  
himself around, sprawling out flat on his back across the floor.  
Tarkin moved to Jase's side, taking his own cock in one paw and  
Jase's into the other. After a few simultaneous strokes, he  
lowered his head and swallowed Jase's staff completely.  
  
Jase's head rocked back and forth as he groaned. "Oh...God...YES!"  
His voice raised up to a shout, competing with the echo of the  
rushing water in the shower room. Between Jase's legs, Tarkin  
moved his head up and down, eagerly sucking the jaguar's cock  
while stroking his own. Jase watched as his pink flesh appeared  
and disappeared into Tarkin's dark muzzle, and shivered as he felt  
Tarkin's moist tongue against his rigid column. Jase felt the  
pressure to ejaculate build up quickly, and he knew that he had  
held out as long as he could. "Fuck, I'm gonna blow!" he shouted,  
right before he came.  
  

  Tarkin quickly brought both of his paws down around Jase's cock  
and began to stroke vigorously as spray after spray of white jizz  
flew upwards. After a few more thick spurts, Jase was done. He  
closed his eyes for a moment and felt the hot water still falling  
on him from above. Then he heard Tarkin say, "That was fucking  
awesome!"  
  
Jase snapped his eyes open and got up on his knees. "We aren't  
done yet," he said with a mischievous grin. "Get up on your feet."  
  
Tarkin complied, standing up in front of Jase underneath the  
shower. Jase looked at the swollen cock just inches away from his  
lips. He brought his paws up and slowly began stroking the rod as  
Tarkin gave a few moans. Jase swallowed nervously; he had never  
masturbated anyone but himself before, and didn't know if he would  
be able to get Tarkin off, but as he felt the heyena's cock  
jerking and throbbing in his paws, he knew that he wanted to try.  
  
Jase stroked the entire length of Tarkin's cock, from the thick  
bulbous head to the furry sheath. The flesh was warm and inviting  
against his paws, and Jase gave into temptation and brought his  
tongue forward and stroked it lightly against the skin.  
  

  "Uuuuh...oooh...," Tarkin was rocking his hips as he moaned. Jase  
smiled at the response and brought his muzzle down to the base of  
Tarkin's rod. Starting from the sheath, he slowly ran his tongue  
up the entire length and across the dickhead, and then back down.  
He could see Tarkin's giant balls tighten in their sack, and he  
ran his tongue across them a few times before returning to  
Tarkin's cock.  
  
Tarkin was moaning louder now, his breathing more rapid. Jase  
brought his tongue back up the staff and licked a large drop of  
pre-cum off of the head before opening his muzzle wide and taking  
the first inch of Tarkin's malehood into his drooling mouth. His  
lips impaled, and he began to move his head up and down as he  
sucked. Finding that only the first few inches would fit, Jase  
stroked the base with one paw while the other caressed Tarkin's  
scrotum.  
  
"Uh! Uh! OH! UH! YEAH!" Tarkin shouted as he bucked his hips  
forward feverishly in time to Jase's oral stimulation. His face  
formed a grimace, and he let out a "OOOOAAAAAAAAHH!" as he  
ejaculated.  
  

  Jase pulled back, letting Tarkin's cock slip out of his mouth as a  
long jet of semen shot up in an arc. After the first shot came a  
second, and a third, and a fourth, each one delivering a massive  
amount of cum that splashed all over Jase's face and chest. Jase  
opened his mouth to catch some of the jizz on his tongue. Never  
had Jase dreamed that so much semen could come out of one dick.  
  
After a couple more shots, Tarkin was finished, and he bent  
forward, placing his paws on his knees and panting.  
"Oh...wow...thank...you..."  
  
"Not a problem," said Jase as he stood up underneath the shower.  
He wiped his fur down, letting the cum wash out. "Damn, I have to  
give myself another shower just to clean up from the last one."  
  
Tarkin threw his head back and laughed in a high-pitched bark.  
"Ha! Ha! Sorry about that. I need to clean up now too. Sal's gonna  
wonder where I'm at, and you probably have work to go to."  
  
"Fuck it, I'm not going." Jase walked out from underneath the  
water, grabbed his towel, and began vigorously drying his fur.  
"I'll just take the day off. I hate my job more than you can  
imagine."  
  

  Tarkin switched the water off and followed. "Hey, we've had a  
couple of folks recently quit the gym. If you fill out an  
application, I'll give it to James with my own personal  
recommendation."  
  
Jase turned and looked at Tarkin, his eyes wide with surprise.  
"Are you serious?! That would kick ass!"  
  
Both of them wrapped their towels across their shoulders as they  
exited the showers. "It certainly would," Tarkin continued. "We  
have a lot of fun here. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."  
  
"Oh, I know I will," Jase said with an eager smile.  
  
[End of story]

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