Gym Showers – Watching You
#2 of Gym Showers
Who the hell is that guy behind the shower curtain?
Okay, so I decided to write something I could do and post in small installments, to keep my creative juices flowing, and nothing too serious, of course, but hopefully enjoyable, however! And no nasty gruffhangers...well, maybe little ones, but only in good fun, and lots of FUN too, if you know what I mean...*chuckle*...so, enjoy, please, tell me what you think, drop a comment, fave, vote, watch, and have a good time!
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Rodger's eyes widened at the sight of a voyeur, and the realization that he had just been spied on while jacking off hit him harder than 200 pounds of weights slapped onto his bar. His furs spiked despite the fact that every inch of them were soaked to the skin, his tail lashed out and slapped the floor, and even though it was almost redundant, considering his huge size, he pushed his shoulders back and instinctually posed to appear even bigger, stronger, and more importantly, more dangerous, in the face of his assailant. Huge, rough breaths flowed from his open muzzle, and he didn't even think about the fact that he still had a bobbing erection sprouting out of his loins...even that was wiped out of his mind by the presence of this mysterious face in the curtain...a muzzle that was well in the danger of getting a surprise facelift in the very near future.
"What the fuck?" Rodger grumbled loudly.
The male on the other side of the curtain simply smiled and then pulled it aside, but only, to Rodger's astonishment, to step into the shower stall before his paw, remaining on an edge of the curtain, tugged it back into place and hid the two tigers from the sight of anyone in the shower room.
Rodger stood against the wall he had collapsed on before, during his orgasm, and simply stared when the once hidden shape became more clear, and suddenly also became close, now that both of the hunky males occupied the small closed space. There had been no doubt that his spy was a tiger, but now the other striped feline was in front of him in all of his glory...six feet tall, probably weighting over 200 pounds, slick furs hugging onto the shapes of his contoured, hugely chiseled body.
The tiger was loaded, Rodger's adrenaline-soaked mind registered briefly as his eyes jumped up and down, sizing up his presumed opponent. The shoulders alone looked like they belonged to a bull, not a feline, but the nameless tiger could rival Eric, the owner of the gym, when it came to the size of his biceps. The huge shoulders tapered into the classic V-shaped torso that finished in small hips, a beefy ass, and thick thighs covered in stripes and soaked furs and...
The tiger, unsurprisingly, also had a big dick, a thick pink shaft standing proudly out of his sheath and into the open, a clean evidence of the fact that Rodger's voyeur had been enjoying himself a great deal while spying on the tiger jacking it hard and fast in the shower.
Rodger's eyes jumped between the sight of the big erection and the tiger's face, those leering lips and those eyes staring at him, almost as if they were challenging him, and he could see a row of teeth, too, bared by the smile so broadly that it almost looked aggressive. It didn't suit well to the big tiger, who certainly was not about to take any of this kind of shit from any perverted tigers preying on furs just trying to get fresh after a good workout at the gym.
"Hmmm....hmm...no wonder I could smell you two stalls down..." the stranger spoke, licking his lips and staring at the cornered tiger.
Rodger scowled violently and considered kicking the tiger's fucking ass out of the shower stall before reporting him to Eric for bad behavior in the changing area, but something in the big fellow tiger's demeanor made him...hesitate....oddly, since the feeling was almost unknown to the confident tiger who took no shit under no circumstances.
"You fucking pervert," Rodger snorted.
The naked tiger's tail swayed and brushed against the shower curtain while he kept on looking at the tiger standing against the wall, as tall as himself, perhaps not as heavy, but nonetheless, the tiger knew, and Rodger knew, that he was a formidable male to stand up to, and was not to be trifled with.
"I ain't the one pulling my pud," the tiger winked, "Nice pud, too."
Rodger snorted and flexed his paws into aggressive fists on his sides, and pushed them forward a little, too, so that the bulky tiger would definitely be seeing what he was packing there.
"You should get the fuck out of here or I'm gonna tear yours off," Rodger seethed between his lips.
The bold tiger chuckled roughly and winked again, and even flicked an ear.
"I wouldn't mind a bit more gentle treatment on it," the tiger smirked. "I'm more than game."
Rodger snorted and lifted his right paw, up to the level of his own chin, and made sure that there was no mistaking the gesture.
"Well I'm not into that kind of games so get the fuck out of here or you'll be fishing your teeth from the fucking drain!"
"No I won't," the tiger replied, bluntly.
Rodger bared his teeth and hissed, audibly, over the rush of the water coming down on both of them from the oversized showerhead above. He shifted his footpaws a little, for better balance on the slick floor...preparing.
"Don't tempt your fate," Rodger grunted.
"I won't," the beefcake of a tiger replied. "Because...."
Rodger frowned.
"Because?" he spat.
The tiger licked his lips.
"Because once I do this, you'll never want me to do anything else," the tiger smirked.
Rodger's throat already tensed with the expletives he planned to unleash on the tiger before kicking his ass out of his shower stall, but none of them managed to get out due to what happened next.
The tiger barely moved, but for the quickness of his paw, reaching across the two feet between their bodies before Rodger had the time to react. He wasn't jumpy like a rabbit to begin with, either, but nonetheless, Rodger's eyes widened in shock when he realized that he no longer felt just the water running over his dick, but the other tiger's instead!
He almost punched him, too, his paw was armed and ready, and he was sure that he could have dislocated the tiger's cheekily grinning jaw with a single well-placed jab onto the side of that leering muzzle, but...it never came.
The bodybuilding tiger found himself frozen, pressed against the wall, one paw hovering in the air, the other fisted against his side, water running over his huge, thrumming body while the mysterious male touched him.
He'd never been touched like that before. Not by a male, not by someone like the tiger, whose fingers now closed around his shaft and began to pull his paw up and down over the aroused flesh. Rodger had lost none of his stiffness after he cummed, not even to the shock of discovering that he had been spied on, no, he was fully hard, loaded and ready, and now he was touched and....no...no...
The huge tiger purred and kept on rubbing his firm paw over Rodger's hot meat, slowly and with an iron grip that made sure that every single of his barbs was flicked up and down by each movement of the hot paw stroking over his meat. Slick, slippery sounds could be heard even over the running water, and Rodger, unable to move, let out a deep, huge breath.
The tiger standing in front of him simply smiled.
"Told you," he breathed, and kept working on Rodger's sensitive shaft.
This couldn't be happening, Rodger thought, he could not be...it was not possible that he was suddenly being jerked off by another male and he was not doing anything to stop it, nor beating the faggot down to the floor for even daring to suggest that he would want to do something like that, and he should be...
What should he be doing? Why the hell was that paw feeling so good on his cock? Was it because he had just cummed and he was still feely sexually charged from the working out session? Rodger always ended up feeling horny while he pumped the iron, it was inevitable, and led into many hot pawing off sessions while he allowed his body to do what it did best... so was that why he was now letting a total stranger MALE do this to him? Could he really be so clouded with lust that...
Fuck it felt good.
Rodger began to buck into the gripping paw, slowly, his back never leaving the wall, but his hips, thickly muscled and tense, started to hump against the rhythm of the rapid stroking coming from the...
Fuck...the huge tiger, with a cock as big as Rodger's, fully hard and poking out into the falling water and dancing in the rain to the tune of the beating of the beefcake tiger's hearbeat. Who was he? Why couldn't he name the face? Rodger tended to know all the regulars in the gym, he came here so often, he....
"Fff...." Rodger spat between clenched teeth.
The pads on the tiger's paws toyed with his barbs on each hot stroke over his straining member. The running water washed away the strain of precum oozing out of his piss slit, but the musk was unquestionable, and filled Rodger's nose again and again...just like that paw kept on working on him, inexplicably bringing immense pleasure into his tense body.
Time seemed to lose its meaning while the paw worked and the water caressed the beefy tiger's muscular body. Each second that passed brought more feeling, another burst through his loins and a spasm through his pink, throbbing dick.
"Ohhh yeah..." the mystery tiger slurred.
Rodger's face pulled into what looked almost like a grimace when he slammed his hips forward and realized that he was cumming again, spurting his seed over the tiger's wrist and arm and into the air, before the water caught up and hid the evidence.
He could not hide the heat of his own body, however, burning, throbbing, exploding and tensing with each pulse that lashed through his straining body. The fire burned quickly and was extinguished by the water, still running endlessly over their bodies.
The paw left after a few more nursing strokes over Rodger's length, and then the sensations were gone. The tiger was panting, and his eyes, still as wide as they ever where, fixed onto the other striped male, standing there with that same grin on his muzzle.
"Fuck..." Rodger grunted.
"I'll be around on Friday," the tiger replied in a low, dangerous voice.
And then he turned to leave, just like that, leaving Rodger to stand there and stare at the back of his neck, as much as his swaying tail and his thickly muscled feline ass, all slick and nice.
"Who...who the fuck are you?" Rodger breathed.
"See you on Friday," the tiger replied, winked once over his shoulder, and sauntered out into the shower room, with his pink erection bobbing ahead of him.
The rings on the edge of the shower curtain rattled while it was pulled back over the steel pipe, leaving Rodger alone in his personal little box, panting, wide-eyed, and weirded out of his mind.
His cock was still painfully hard.
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