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Ulysses is Hygienic

by Ulysses Faer

"I think I'm done for today," the muscular tiger commented through gritted teeth as he eased the weighted barbell down into its braces.

"Me too," I replied, equally worn out.

The two of us had become fast friends after discovering that we frequented the same gym, and worked out jointly on a regular basis. I generally preferred running on treadmills and other exercises that kept me fit while Berkant enjoyed bodybuilding, but that didn't stop us from appreciating our time together. Being far smaller than the more powerful fur I wasn't much help as a spotter, but the tiger invariably insisted that I stand nearby. By the prominent bulge that always seem to be pressing against his shorts I assumed he just like to have a nice view of my crotch while he bench pressed.

He lay still for a moment, letting his muscles rest. I watched as his chiseled torso rose and fell with his heavy panting.

"Time to shower?" He inquired, looking up at me with a cocked eyebrow after a few seconds of silence.

I nodded eagerly.

As Berkant stood he towered over me. I was a few inches shy of five and a half feet tall (before counting my antlers, of course), while the striped fur was easily at least six feet and a handful of inches. He was well built and undeniably attractive. He obviously placed an emphasis on looking his best. I knew he was infatuated with me as well. We had fooled around more than once, and I tended to get a little excited while slipping out of my gym clothes and sucked his cock often after work outs.

We sauntered side-by-side to the locker room. The air was humid and smelled potently of sweat and musk. My sheath plumped at the masculine scent, and after a few seconds the tip of my penis started to be coaxed out an inch or so and press against the soft cotton of my briefs, tenting my gym shorts embarrassingly. Luckily, it was early afternoon, so most furs were still at work and the chamber was pretty sparsely occupied.

Berkant glanced down and noticed my bulge swelling, something it reliably did every week, and snickered at me. I shot him an abashed smile and felt my long ears burn a little bit with embarrassment as we made our way to our lockers.

The tiger stripped off his tight tank, showing every contour of his muscles through the lighter fur of his chest, then lowered his form fitting nylon shorts. Berkant flexed and placed his paws behind his head, thrusting his torso and pelvis forward as he stretched, teasing me with his well-defined body. He stood in only his bright-red jockstrap with white elastic trim, heavy genitals barely constrained by the fabric. I licked my lips excitedly, knowing what he had in mind for when we got into the showers. He slipped off the skimpy garment, revealing his hefty sac and fat sheath. The orange fur flicked his tail at my hip playfully as he caught me staring at him.

"I see you in the shower in a minute," the feline commented, locking his clothes away with one paw while lightly brushing his sheath with the fingers on his other.

I massaged my crotch through my clothes openly as he wandered off and around the corner, out of sight. I quickly divested myself of my sweaty T-shirt, shorts, and underwear and tossed them into my locker. Glancing about to make sure there weren't any furs to see me rudely half-erect, I hurried after my much larger friend, grabbing a towel from a nearby stack and wrapping it about my waist as I went. It did little to hide my arousal, and the tip of my cock visibly poked out into the cloth.

When I made it into the steamy showers I saw Berkant in there alone, soaping up his tone body. He smiled as he saw me gawk at him once more. I winked at him and tossed my towel on a nearby peg before strolling into the humid room.

"We are in here alone, you know?" I commented, turning on the shower next to the tiger.

He grinned at me, but remained silent, casting his glance toward the entrance and perking up his ears to make sure that no one was approaching. He looked down to his crotch. As did I. I saw the fleshy-pink tip of his phallus slide out of his sheath a bit as he started to get turned on at the thought of another public cock sucking.

I had always liked Berkant's penis. Like most cats, he was small for his size, albeit still larger than me at a bit under seven inches when fully erect, but where his phallus wasn't particularly long it had quite a bit of girth and was covered in typical feline spines that I found surprisingly pleasurable.

Without another word I knelt before him, placing my paws on the tiger's muscled thighs, knowing that his silence indicated assent. I ran my tongue beneath his heavy testicles, tasting his sweaty fur and breathing in the powerful scent of his musk. His legs tensed in enjoyment. While I lapped at his sac more of his flesh engorged and slid almost fully free of his sheath. I turned my face upward and teased his entreating penis. The small barbs scratched my tongue, but caused my partner to quake with delight. It was not long before he was completely erect and leaning back against the tiled wall. I rolled my tongue over the member, tasting every inch of the cat's penis.

Parting my lips, I slipped my muzzle down over the top of the stout cock and bobbed on it, sucking with all of my skill.

Berkant unleashed a throaty growl and shot a stream of salty pre-cum into my mouth which I quickly and hungrily swallowed. I felt his member pulse and twitch, and knew that the powerful fur was already close to climax. Working out always got his blood pumping. I slowed my ministrations, prolonging the moment, and suckled at the tip for a little while before smiling up at him mischievously.

The tiger was lolling his head back in pleasure, but turned down toward me confused, questioning why I stopped.

"Want to have a little more fun?" I asked with a wink.

He cocked his head to the side curiously.

I merely stood, spun and bent forward to grab a pipe leading up to a nearby shower. As I leaned forward I raised my damp tail and revealed my puckered hole. Berkant devilishly smirked. He gave my ass a light smack and massaged his member. I wiggled my hips enticingly. The tiger, unable to resist, gripped my tail strongly with one paw while slathering his other with soap from the wall dispenser. I melted at his eager display of dominance.

Without a word of warning, I felt a digit slither into me. He slid his finger into my hole all of the way to the knuckle before pulling it nearly out and beginning again, massaging my prostate. Before long, a second joined the first, and he moved them around in me, obviously experienced at eliciting gratification in that manner. I moaned and shook as he stretched me, but was ready to be truly filled.

"Don't keep me waiting," I managed to sigh between blissful, soft moans.

Berkant withdrew his paw. Without his fingers I felt empty, but within seconds I felt his fat tip press against my tight ring, freshly lubricated with soap. He roughly pushed in, spreading me quickly with his rotund member. The spines scraped against my insides, causing a bit of pain, but making me shudder in ecstasy. I started to cry out involuntarily, but managed to stifle the sound so no one would come looking into what was going on in the showers.

The tiger never let go of my tail as he slid all of the way into me, thrusting in his fat length to the hilt. His heavy balls pressed against the backs of my thighs for a brief moment before he pulled back and then started bucking quickly. I panted and groaned, much to the amusement of my lover. Each time his barbs brushed the sweet spot inside of me I released a jet of pre-cum onto the tile floor. He continued to hammer my hole, each thrust pushing me to new levels of pleasure. I began to draw close to orgasm without even touching my pulsating cock.

Berkant must have sensed this and slowed, before ultimately pulling out of my abused entrance.

"I'm going to slip on this floor if we keep up like that," the powerful fur rumbled.

He sat down on the floor, tail flicking merrily beside him, then laid down on his back and motioned with a paw to his phallus, still slick with soap suds and pre-cum.

I bounded atop him, guiding my ring down over his member. His girth began to stretch me again as I slid onto it. I arched my back and gasped as my rump connected with his hips. The muscular tiger gripped my waist, claws biting into my flesh. He guided me up and down, bouncing atop his cock. As he got me into a rhythm that he craved I playfully swatted his paws away, keeping up the pace myself. Every once in a while I gyrated my hips or flexed my hole, evoking a groan of pleasure from the much larger fur. He lay back and placed his paws behind his head so that it didn't get sore pressing against the hard tiles floor of the shower.

I knew I was not going to be able to last much longer.

I sped up, titillated, as I rode Berkant's throbbing cock. He uncontrollably thrust his hips upward, slamming his barbed length into me as I rode him. Not able to wait any longer for release, I reached down with one paw and gripped my phallus, which was dribbling a steady stream of pre-cum onto my lover's stomach, and pumped it several times in quick succession. I moaned audibly as I climaxed. My seed erupted with such force that my first jet landed near the tip of the tiger's ear. Several ropes of the hot, sticky essence followed. Berkant opened his mouth and enthusiastically lashed out with his tongue to catch those that passed near his face. Many more landed on the fur of the feline's chest. He smiled, pleased to see me finish while he was inside of me.

The cat started thrusting harder into my sore hole, and unleashed a throaty roar as he tensed under me. I felt a flood of warm cat seed spread through me and gasped, collapsing atop him, pausing only briefly to kiss his lips and taste myself there. We lay panting silently for several seconds, smiling and relaxed.

"We'd better get up and finish our shower before someone comes to investigate the noise," the cat commented, steadily softening inside of me.

I nodded and stood on shaky legs.