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"Going Ape"

The sun was setting as Allen made his way east down Riverside Parkway, he did the same routine on an almost daily basis, and if he had to, he could probably walk that direction with his eyes closed and still make it to the gym on time. The evening was cool, it was the back half of summer and the skies were already winding down from their long days, which grew shorter and shorter by the week. A gust of wind blew the one of the lion's bangs over his eyes and he casually brushed it back, enjoying the breeze. He wasn't looking forward to starting classes in two weeks, the college life seemed more intimidating for him the closer it got to him, but at the same time the prospect excited him. He tucked his hands into the pocket of his ash orange hoodie and stared down at his light blue jeans.

Cars whipped past the crossing where Riverside met Jefferson and Allen looked up to see the gym in the shops across the street. He jogged across when there was a break in the traffic and slipped through the automatic doors into the cool air conditioning of the gym. His nose picked up the distinctive aroma of sweat and musk that always flooded the atmosphere. Loud clangs of heavy metal machinery, grunts of men and women lifting weights or jogging on treadmills were familiar noises that Allen had gotten used to ever since starting there. He paused to admire himself in the mirror, he was lean and not very muscular and he'd hoped to be able to change that with some lifting. He sighed and pulled a card from his pocket, he turned it over in his fingers before returning it. It was high time he hired a professional to help him lift weights, and he was willing to put up with just about any know-it-all that could help him. The name on the card read "Blake Weaver" but it didn't really provide him a description, Allen figured he'd recognize him when he saw him.

The locker room was noisy as usual, Allen hoped that pulling a late training session with this guy would mean the room would be a little less crowded by the time he was ready to leave. Sure he enjoyed the occasional eye candy, but even in a place like this a stray eye could lead to a painful confrontation, and Allen didn't want that. He was also a little self conscious that as a predatory cat he lacked a lot of the strength that was passed down in his family line, and he wouldn't feel better until he lived up to their expectations either. Quickly, he switched from his hoodie and t-shirt to a blue striped white tanktop and a pair of black shorts that fell to his knees. Tying his sneakers off, Allen considered waiting in the room until he spotted this guy, but looking at his watch he realized he still had a good fifteen minutes until the class was supposed to start, and sitting around for fifteen minutes in the locker room just struck him as sort of creepy. He pulled his mane back some and tied it off to keep it from falling into his eyes and stepped outside. He'd have a better chance of spotting his trainer if he used the treadmill near the door, but Allen decided against it and figured he'd just use some of the free weights instead.

Allen picked up a ten pound barbel and began to curl it in front of the mirror. He admired his muscle flex under his pelt of fur and imagined how it would look to have his body ripped like that. He sighed and exhaled as he lifted the weight to his shoulder, then slowly back down, then back up again. After about twenty reps, he switched the weight to his other hand and began to repeat the process. His arms were growing tired by the time he tried to switch to his other hand and he gasped instinctively as the weight slipped from his fingers. Allen closed his eyes and waited for the sound of the barbell to hit the floor, but the sound didn't come, and as he opened his eyes he could see why:

The agile toes of an ape had wrapped around the barbell's handle, stopping it inches from hitting the floor, as Allen's eyes looked up the leg, he saw a massive, well built male standing next to him. His torso was in practically a perfect 'V' form, his hips and waist, while quite sturdy didn't quite match the width of his shoulders. He wore a brown leather jacket that looked like it was very tight on his shoulders, his legs were wrapped tightly with his black jeans that hugged up under his crotch and butt very nicely. Allen had to force himself from sporting a hardon just from looking at this guy who stared down at him under a pair of dark amber sunglasses. He puckered his lips a bit and extracted the toothpick from between them as he handed himself the weight. His light brown fur did no justice to the vivid green eyes that looked at the young lion as he slid off the glasses and stared sternly at him. "Is this yours?" He asked.

"Uhm... I--er..." Allen stammered a bit, feeling his cheeks burning under his fur.

"Y'must be Allen." The ape interrupted, a bit of a drawl on his voice accented his already rugged appearance as he pulled the buds of a radio in his jacket from his ears. "Ya know you need to watch what you're lifting. If you lift too much, your body ain't going to appreciate it for long."

"Y-you must be Mr. Weaver then." Allen surmised.

"Oh please, cut the formalities." The ape waved a hand at the lion. "Call me Blake, it's nice to meet ya." He said with a chuckle. Allen chuckled nervously as he noticed the streaks of grey that littered the sides of the simian's head. How does a guy like that look like this when he's obviously so much older? Allen thought. "Alright, I'm gonna go change, and we'll see what we can do in two hours."

"T-two hours? I only signed up for one though."

"HA!" Blake burst out a laugh that silenced the whole gym. "Trust me, kid. You got potential, but an hour ain't gonna do shit."

"Bu-but I can only pay--"

"Why don'tcha let me worry about that. I'll take it up with my boss. Hey Blake?" He turned his head as if he were talking to himself. "Yeah, what is it?" He turned his head back the other direction. "Look I really got my work cut out with this kid, mind if I charge him an hour but take him for two?" Blake turned and winked an eye at Allen. "I've got him thinking about it. But while he's thinking I'll slip into something a little more appropriate." Allen watched Blake saunter toward the locker rooms and tried to ignore the fact that he was strange, a little bit silly and still had a rugged edge that scared the hell out of him, something told him that Blake would turn out pretty nicely after all.

Blake had a special room for his training in the gym, after he discussed the room's rental to the gym operator Joyce, he took Allen back to see it. Allen had seen some Yoga and Martial Arts classes take place in there, but he hadn't been in it for weight lifting. Mirrors lined the back wall, much like the ones in the front room, though these were cleaner and weren't covered in spit and guys flexing their pecs in front of it. The ape unlocked one of the closets and pulled it open to reveal a rack of weights and a bench that folded down from a larger machine that slid out onto the floor. He spent ten minutes setting it up as Allen watched uneasily from near the door, Blake had dressed in a plain white shirt with no sleeves on it and a pair of navy blue shorts that fell to about mid-thigh length. Discarding the ancient walkman, Blake finally gestured to Allen.

"Alright, we're gonna start with the basics." He said. "On the bench."

Allen chuckled. "That's the basics? Aren't we going to I dunno, lift barbells or something?" He said as he gently stroked the fur of his wrist with his opposite hand.

"I think we both know how well that went for you." Blake said sarcastically. "Nah, come on. Trust me, we'll take it easy." He put a lifting weight into the slot, then let out a primal grunt as he swung himself up over it and his feet wrapped around one of the overhanging rafters.

"Wow. How are you doing that?"

"Just dipping into my roots." The ape answered. "Now come on." As Allen approached the bench and straddled it he continued. "Now we're starting off pretty easy, fifty pounds, if you have any upper body power at all, you shouldn't have much trouble lifting it up, and if you do..." He said as he reached down and curled his fingers under the bar, his height making up for the distance to the bench. "I'll spot ya."

"You know, that's just kind of freaky the way you're hanging like that." Allen said, taking hold of the bar and pushing up to free it from the rail.

Blake shrugged a bit, slowly letting his hands follow the weight bar without touching it. "Well, I've just always found it easier to spot this way. " He explained. "Better'n having my balls in someone's face the whole time."

"Better for who?" Allen muttered to himself, pushing up again on his fourth rep, his elbows already beginning to tremble.

"Huh?"

"Ahh-" Allen said, realizing what he'd muttered. "I said how old are you anyway?" His struggling already having made the ape help hold the weight as the lion came back down for another press.

"Fifty-three." Blake answered. "Why? What's it to you?"

"Jeeze, I mean I never would have guessed, you're as old as my dad. Hell, a little older even." Blake gave a static expression before releasing the bar, pinning it down to Allen's chest. "Huff! Hey!" He shrieked. "Come on, what'd you do that for?"

Blake shrugged. "It's a test, boy." He answered with a grin. "Try to lift the weight off without any help and we'll move on."

Allen grunted and pressed up against the weight, he was already sweating under his fur and the moisture was making his paw pads slippery, his shoulders were burning and his biceps were screaming, but he couldn't budge the weight. "I-I can't." He admitted finally.

Blake smirked and huffed out a laugh. He bent himself upward and reached down with his feet, lifting the weight from Allen's chest and setting it back into its holder. "Not bad for an old guy, eh?" He said as he released himself from the bar and landed heavily onto the head of the bench. Briefly his pouch pressed into the top of Allen's head, but Blake corrected himself. "You've got a lot of potential, kid. I counted off six before we were so rudely interrupted. But there's a lot we gotta work on."

"I'm not a kid." Allen said in a mumble.

"HA!" Blake chuckled. "Trust me, if I'm an old man, you're nothin' but a babe in the woods, boy. But we'll get you there."

"Really?" Allen asked, his spirits lifted some.

"Sure." Blake said. "Everyone's got to start somewhere though. You should've seen me in high school. I wasn't much unlike you."

Blake was a strict but relatively easy going trainer, over the course of the first hour they went through the basics of weight training, Allen felt like a fish out of water, especially when he eyed the ape's heavy-set musculature, it was when Blake pulled his shirt due to a sudden rise in temperature that the lion nearly lost it; the fur on his chest was littered in small white streaks of fur that seemed to accentuate his muscular body. His thinner layer of fur even made it easy to spot the dark nipples buried on his pectoral muscles, the definition was quite astounding and the entire time, Allen found himself fighting an erection that he'd have to squeeze off later.

"Alright, so how're those arms?" He asked, giving the underside of Allen's arm a firm slap.

"Oww..." Allen complained a bit but Blake chuckled. "I'm good, I can keep on going."

Blake looked at the clock. "We've been at this an hour, let's go have a quick bite and we'll come back for the second half. Alright?"

"Don't you have other students?" Allen asked. "I mean, I'd hate to take up all your time."

"Nonsense. You were my only sign up today, got plenty of time for some one-on-one. Besides, it's important to eat something to keep your energy up, c'mon."

Allen followed Blake out of the room and back into the main gym, the temperature difference made the lion shiver a bit as the two of them made their way through the crowd and to the door. "I'll be back in twenty, don't give my room away." He said to the woman at the counter, who simply nodded in response as she watched both the ape and lion slip out into the evening air. The cafeteria that served as the gym patron's main food court was called "Simply Cuisine" it was a mid-scale place that priced itself like an upper scale one, Blake insisted on paying and wouldn't take "No" for an answer from the young lion. Their first words since leaving the gym happened while Allen looked over his flatbread club sandwich.

"So, you got a girl you're tryin' to impress or what?" Blake asked.

"Hmm?" Allen looked up from his food to see the ape seated with his chin resting on his hand over his fist. "Oh, no." He said with a shrug. "I'm just interested in gaining a little muscle." He admitted. "I mean, I'm a lion. "King of the Jungle" and all that. You know? I want to live up to the image my father left for me."

Blake had slipped another toothpick in his mouth. "King of the jungle, huh?" He asked. "And Tarzan was king of the apes, look what sort of pansy stereotype he turned into."

"You know, I've got to ask, what's with the toothpicks?"

Blake clicked his tongue a bit and pulled the stick from his mouth. "Guess it's an oral fixation. I quit smokin' a couple weeks back, but every once in a while I just have to find something to wrap my lips around."

"Really?" Allen raised his eyebrows, but recognized the look of confusion Blake gave him. "Uh-so what sort of smoking did you do? Pipes?"

"Stoagies. Cigars to you young guys these days." Blake answered, passing the glance off. "It was a twenty year habit, so I guess I got lucky this is the only side effect I got saddled with."

"Yeah. Could've been worse." Allen mused aloud.

"Alright, break time's over, ready to get back?"

The return to the gym was much quieter than the trip out, only three or four people were on the floor by the time Blake and Allen stepped inside, and the temperature seemed much cooler by that point. Allen watched as the woman behind the counter said something to Blake and handed him a set of keys before the pair of them headed back to the back room.

"What was that all about?" Allen asked.

"Oh, they're closing in about forty-five." Blake said, tossing the keys onto a table. "Usually when I'm expected to train past the closing they hand me the keys to lock up."

Allen's heart felt like it was going to jump into his throat, he'd be stuck with this sexy stud after closing when no one else would be there to see them? There was no way he could have planned this, was there? He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. "Oh, right."

The next twenty minutes or so passed by quickly, between stretching exercise instructions to written pamphlets on what Allen's diet should focus on it felt rather dull and passed by pretty quickly. But Allen had the convenience of sitting for most of it to take in the information, not realizing that that was about to change.

"Alright, so let's try another set here and see if we can't push you a little more." Blake said, gesturing to the lift bench.

"But--but I could barely lift fifty pounds, and you were hanging over me the whole time, it was a little freaky."

"Don't worry." Blake shrugged. "We're going to try seventy-five, and I'll spot proper. I'm not sure how much my feet would take of me hanging on that much weight anyway." He chuckled.

"Right, much better." Allen thought as he eyed the bulge on Blake's shorts that just begged to be pulled open and exposed. He fought back his erection and seated himself back on the bench as Blake loaded the extra weight onto the bar. He laid back and tried to push his lewd thoughts back out of his mind.

"Alright." Blake said as he moved into position, his crotch barely touching the top of Allen's mane. "Now, I want you to push up, and don't be afraid to give it a deep breath as you lift. I'll catch it if you slip, right?"

"Uh--right." Allen said as he readied his hands and braced himself for the weight. He pushed and exhaled a breath as he lifted the metal from its resting point. Inhaling slowly, Allen began to let the weights slowly lower down toward his chest.

"Just let it touch your chest, Allen, then push back up and away." Blake said softly. "Ya gotta give me five reps."

Allen felt the top of his head beginning to drip sweat into his fur as he lowered the bar until it touched his chest, then he pushed upward again, reassured that Blake would catch the bar if it slipped.

"One." Blake counted off as Allen reached his arm's length, and brought it back down again.

What if Blake was into him? Wouldn't it be sort of awkward to let the weights fall and kill him anyway? What was keeping Blake interested in training a weak lion like him anyway? Apes were supposed to be sort of a prey species, weren't they?"

"Two." The ape's gruff voice counted off, then after a long, arduous rep he heard "Three..."

The idea of the ape taking him, mounting him, just plain fucking him was appealing to Allen though, he may be a lion but he still had wants and needs too. But just then, the ideas began to affect him, and he could feel an erection starting to slither about in his shorts. Allen began to wince and tried to adjust his legs to compensate, but the weights toppled. Allen cringed and waited for the bar to break his back. But once again what he expected didn't happen and he opened his eyes and saw that Blake had reached his foot out and caught the weights from falling to the side with his prehensile toes. He was still straining though and as Allen looked up his muzzle fell deep into his bulge. The powerful musky aroma, the feeling of his balls and cock head running against his face, over his nose, he'd lost almost all sense to what was going around him until he heard Blake bark in an aggitated tone of voice.

"Fucking push UP!"

Instantly, Allen snapped out of his daze and helped rebalance the weights. Together they lifted it to the bench and put it down. It was then that Allen realized his wrists were in a lot of pain and Blake backed up. He was breathing heavily and had an expression of fury on his face. "Where the hell was your head at, Allen?" He shouted angrily. "You're gonna get yourself killed if you don't start watchin' that daydreaming shit."

"I'm-I'm so, so sorry." Allen apologized sitting up to face Blake, his ears were flattened on his head and he was completely embarrassed. "I'm not sure what hap--"

"Just get outta here." The ape said in a sigh of frustration. "Your head's not in it, I can't teach you anything else today."

"But..." Allen started but a glare from the ape made him change his tone.

The gym was already empty when Allen left the back room, the sky outside was pitch black except the occasional car passing by. He sighed and made his way to the locker room, he'd gotten his wish; not a single soul was there except for him. But even the sound of his locker door opening with a rattle didn't comfort him much. He pulled off his shirt and laid it on the bench along with his shorts. He went to grab his towel to wrap it around himself, but remembered that he was still completely alone, and simply slapped the fabric over his shoulder and walked toward the showers. It smelled clean in this locker room, unlike most gyms he'd ever been to that had a mildew or moldy smell, he actually felt comfortable showering in this one.

Allen still had a half-erection from his encounter with Blake's cock, he was sure that's the closest encounter he'd ever get. He briefly considered taking advantage of it here, but remembered Blake was still in the building, so he resigned himself to a shower. Turning on the hot water he buried his head into the downpour, letting it soak into his fur as he rubbed his mane. A loud clanging noise made him raise his head from the steaming water as he noticed Blake stepping into the shower wearing nothing at all. Allen tried not to stare too long, but the ape had a length on him for someone who was completely flaccid his cock dangled almost as low as his balls did. The treasure trail of darker fur that bushed around his shaft didn't look very aged at all, one of the few places that he didn't have a bit of silver in his reddish fur, and his balls looked heavy, round and full. Allen quickly turned his attention back to his shower as Blake took the one next to him, despite several empty ones further away. Blake turned on the shower and began to rinse his fur out, splashing water into his face and trailing it down his chest at first before leaning forward and letting cascade waterfall go down his back. Again, Allen's throat felt dry and he tried his hardest not to look.

"Look, I'm sorry I yelled at ya." Blake said after a few moments. "You had me worried, that's all. I didn't piss you off, did I?"

"N-no..." Allen responded hesitantly, trying hard not to get aroused that Blake's sexy naked body was standing next to him. "It's fine, I was just out there. Thanks for catching the--"

Allen gasped as he felt a hand grab his shoulder and spin him around. Blake grinned a bit as he pressed his body up against Allen's who immediately became hard as a rock. "What, can't look at me?" He asked with a grin. "Think I'm ugly and you can't stand it?"

"N-no I-I-quite... quite the opposite..." He muttered incoherently. "I wa--" His voice was cut off again as the massive ape silenced him with a heavy kiss.

The muscular torso pressed into the lithe one, their cocks bridged together like swords as Allen realized how hard Blake was getting from this, but he couldn't say anything else due to the tongue getting forced down his throat. The male's rough hand reached down and grabbed Allen's cock, squeezing it tight and making the lion moan, muffled only by Blake's mouth before he broke it. "Now that's what I like to hear." He said, his fingers still wrapped tight around the lion's balls. "I told ya, I got a pretty bad oral fixation." He said. "Let's just see how pent up you are." He growled and bent down, wrapping his arms underneath Allen's thighs and lifting him up unexpectedly against the shower's wall. Allen could feel his shaft squeezed between the ape's massive pectoral muscles, and before he could say anything, Blake's leathery lips wrapped around the head of his cock and slid down the shaft.

"Ahh!" Allen cried out, breathing heavily as Blake messily devoured every inch. His lips seemed to form and wrap over the entire length and Allen was all the way in before it even found the back of Blake's throat. Blake growled in satisfaction as Allen gasped and moaned, his arms slapping helplessly against the wet shower's wall as he hovered over six feet above it.

He could feel Blakes hands grabbing his rump. Squeezing the cheeks as his fingers probed near his pucker. The ape's digits were almost larger than anything he'd taken before, but with the help of one of his feet, Blake managed to squeeze a little soap into his fingers and that helped him push his index finger and his middle finger both into the lion's anus. Allen leaned back, his chest puffed out and he let out a furious roaring noise, suddenly orgasming and shooting his load into Blake's waiting maw. Blake swallowed audibly and rumbled against the spasming flesh, his tongue bathing it clean with every jolt from the lion's body.

"Oh-hah--god..." Allen moaned and panted. "That was--so hot..."

"Oh. And it ain't over yet."

Blake wrapped his hands around Allen's waist and pulled him away from the wall, but refused to let him fall to the ground. His arms were so muscular and large they were effortlessly keeping Allen in the air as the ape carried him from the showers into the locker room. Rather abruptly, Blake leaned down and released Allen onto one of the benches and ran his tongue up the length of his torso. Allen gasped as he felt something warm and wet pressing against his balls, trying to find a mark, and when it did, Allen threw his head back and cried out as the actual thickness of Blake's cock was still bigger than his two fingers. Allen moaned loudly as Blake's body pushed his legs upward, Blake silenced him again with a kiss, pulling his head into it. The smell of his own cum made Allen hard again, the heavy mass of the ape's muscular body rubbed against his cock as his legs were pushed apart to their limit. Blake pushed himself in even further, and the lion felt like he was going to be split in two, his claws were digging into the muscular pelt, leaving trails in the fur as the ape lustily continued to assault him. Deeper, and harder, Allen could finally feel the old ape's swinging balls as they slapped against his haunches. He was bent up so far he could practically be folded in half by now.

"Rrrgh... ahhh..." Blake's moaning excited Allen even more, the ape was on the very edge, about ready to explode, but his own eagerness beat Blake to the punch.

"AHH!" Allen cried out, suddenly cumming a second time between them. The heavy smell of lion musk mixed with their bodies pressing together made for a hot, liquid sound, and his spasming ass finally sent Blake over the edge.

"RAAAAHHHHH!" Blake bellowed as he dumped heavy streams of cum into the lion's ass. Their bodies melded together as Blake hilted himself in and Allen could feel the ape's body spasm several times over the course of a minute or two until the both of them settled down, and finally the enormous cock in Allen deflated enough to fall from him, but not before firing one final shot against the base of the lion's tail as he slipped out.

"Oh... wow..." Allen said after several minutes. "That... was..."

"Mmmhmm..."

"So. When's the next class?" Allen asked with a grin.

THE END