Working On Working Out
I firmly believe that there is a moment in everyone's life, no matter how comfortable or complacent, when you find yourself in a situation and realize just how in over your head you are. I mention this because my moment was standing in the middle of a gym, surrounded by endless machines and feeling a real sense of being utterly out of place.
See, I've got body issues. Well, perhaps issues isn't a strong enough word. It recent times I've found myself watching other men and desiring my form to be like their own. Ripped abs, legs of steel... I'm sure you've all seen the endless commercials and testimonials to know what I'm talking about. So every now and again I make a resolution. I swear on any and all compatible deities and oaths that I will drag my sorry, scaled ass to the gym and I will craft a body to make Adonis jealous.
Invariably, this has ended with me watching the television while eating an entire pint of ice cream.
This time, however, I found the reserves of hidden guilt to bring me here. As much as I was hoping to just walk through the door and shave off all my body fat so I could wear the spandex singlet I had been hoarding in my closet, I remained unpleasantly rotund and clad in baggy shorts and a t-shirt. Looking around only made the cold chill up my spine even worse. These machines were alien to me. It was obvious enough that you pulled on some things and pushed on others but when the people doing such were already well on their way to being buff, you get a little worried that they'll shoot you a smirk when you're trying to bench forty-five pounds in the far, dark corner.
How that could be more embarrassing than me standing smack in the middle of the room with a look of utter fear and confusion on my face is still a mystery, but it was and that's why I wasn't moving.
"New here?" A voice pipped up from behind me. I turned around and stammered for a moment, fully expecting the teasing to commence.
Instead I got a full view of one of the more pleasing sights of the day. At perhaps a half foot taller than myself was a dark scaled, shirtless and quite well-built hunk of reptile. The smile on his face was disarming and I found myself once again glad that I was wearing something less than clingy.
"Uh.. yeah. Very new." I wasn't cool. I wasn't supposed to be here. I was supposed to be at home with my ice cream, bemoaning the extra five pounds I was adding to my frame.
"Did you need some help with your workout?"
"...I..." The tiny voice in the back of my head was screaming yes, as were some other parts of me. It was fighting against some serious fear, though. Complete strangers make me uncomfortable enough. Extremely hot complete strangers wearing... my eyes wandered down to the sleek pair of bicycle shorts he was wearing... wearing... stuff... was enough to fluster me into silence.
His clawtip tapped the end of my own snout, "Earth to new guy."
"YES!" It leaped out of me. To hell with convention, even if he wasn't up for some exotic exercise I could still sneak a peek. Guys in spandex are always worth that much at least.
His eyeridge went high, "Uh... Why don't we go to the simple stuff then?"
The two of us wove our way through the gym to a set of older machines, long forgotten under the glitz and gleam of new Stairmasters and Ab Cruncher 2000's. It was a simple enough setup with five stations. I'd seen one before in my misspent high school time when academics was more important to me than a sleek, pleasing form.
He pointed to a bar suspended from a thick steel cable. "That's the press. It'll work your arms and pectorals. It gives a good gauge for what kind of weight you'll be able to work with. Sit down and I'll start it low for you."
Gingerly, I straddled the bench, shifting my hips to make sure the swell of my groin was not immediately visible. I tried to concentrate on the task at hand, taking deep breaths and trying to be as smooth about this as possible.
"Alright. It's set for 50, give it a tug and see how it feels."
I tugged. I tugged hard enough to make the weights clank against the machine. I nearly clipped my tail as I released it in shock. Fortunately, the ebony stranger caught the bar before it retracted too far.
He chuckled softly. "Alright, we'll go for one hundred. Try to take it slower this time."
Soon I was bench pressing. I'd only ever pressed my ass against a bench before and here I was pulling down a hundred pounds of iron. As he gave me the basics, I got more comfortable with the setup. Leg curls and presses followed and soon enough I started to feel the ache that comes with all exertion. My shirt was getting fairly thick with my musk and had already started to cling to my chest in unflattering ways. My instructor remained good-humored about it and suggested I go grab a shower.
Even though it had only been one visit, I stopped to check myself out in the mirror. Of course, I still looked much the same. I wrinkled my snout and frowned at my little roll of fat, willing it to go away. Sadly, it refused to oblige and so I retired to the shower and rinsed myself off.
By the time I got out, the stranger was standing at the front desk, sweatshirt over his shoulder and sadly clad in a shirt and pants now. He waved me over and patted my shoulder.
"You did good. I got you a locker assignment so you can stow your stuff here while working out. Never good to be lugging around a backpack if you're going to be moving around in here. Of course, you'll have to leave them your name."
"I dunno..." My resolve was already flagging, "Maybe this just isn't my thing."
The strange grinned, "Tommorow. Same time. Back here and we'll keep going. I'll stick around to keep you honest. Don't make me have to seduce the clerk for your phone number to get you out of bed."
The girl behind the counter smirked and chuckled. "Such the dangerous rogue you are, Steve. Mom always told me to watch out for guys like you."
Steve, and now knowing his name I felt a little more comfortable, waggled his eyeridges at the grinning feline. "Your mom's a wise woman. I'm unpredictable."
"Yeah. Emphasis on the predictable part." She retorted. "Now get your friend to sign the card. He can give you his phone number himself."
"789-3694." I stuttered a little while signing the card.
Steve laughed, "Well that wasn't hard. Just remember, I'll fill up your voicemail box if you arn't here tomorrow."
I nodded, said a quick goodbye and ducked out of there.
At home all I could do was stare at my face in the mirror. All in one day, I'd managed to make an ass of myself, overcome my fears of working out and get through a training regimen while sporting one of the most painful hard-ons I'd ever had before. My body tingled as I thought of Steve. I hadn't gotten to see him working out himself but his body alone was a testament to his focus. Remembering him standing over me in those shorts, just watching...
I could already feel my cock slipping from my slit. It rubbed intently against the waistband of my shorts as I shifted my hips uncomfortably. It felt a little dirty, objectifying Steve while cloistered away in my bathroom. My smooth, scaled hand slid over my erection, pushing down my shorts. Not objectifying that beautiful body, however, was becoming harder and harder by the second.
Slowly I began to stroke myself, picturing Steve on the machine. His arms bulging as he pressed twice what I could, not even breaking a sweat.
Pre began to leak copiously from my tip as my hips twitched.
I thought of him peeling off his musk soaked shirt, tossing it to the side as the straddled the machine's bench and began to work on his back. Watching those fine contours rippling and undulating beneath his shiny, scaled flesh. His tight rump tensing in those skimpy shorts.
I could feel my cocktip begin to twitch as I pumped harder. My thick tail began to sway behind me as I lost myself in the moment.
Finally, Steve stripping off those shorts, letting his tail drape over that perfectly rounded ass as he stands in front of the mirror. Stretching out his legs and arching his back. Making every muscle in his body ripple.
I howled as I sprayed my seed against the sink and mirror, my paw pumping furiously along my orgasming shaft. I couldn't feel my legs or anything other than the throbbing in my groin for a good minute before I came down. I stood there, wobbly, as I looked over the mess I made with a blush.
"Maybe I should show up tommorrow..." I said to my reflection.
The next day I wasn't quite so confident. Reality had a way of making me worry about things that fantasy never made me consider, like whether or not Steve would even be interested in me that way. My tail drooped as I walked into the gym, convinced that Steve wasn't actually going to be there and that I'd be going home in the next five minutes to drown my exponentially high hopes in another pint of ice cream. I'd gone to the store earlier to make sure I was covered for that inevitability. Nothing worse than having to drag yourself to the store in the middle of a self-loathing session.
"Good to see you again." Steve was grinning from ear to ear as he slapped my shoulder. "I was afraid I was gonna have to call you."
Afraid. Never a good word to hear from someone about calling you. "So what now?"
"Now? We keep working on you. You're in better shape than you think, really. Just need to burn off a little of that excess baggage."
I glowered a little and sighed, trotting off to the machine once more with Steve leading the way.
As we got involved, my worries and frustrations began to fade. I'd already aced myself twice over from all the previous times I attempted it and it felt like I was making progress. Steve remained encouraging as he threw on a little more weight than he thought I could take each time. I strained and struggled, trying to keep the motions smooth. My whole body felt like it has been run over by a truck by the end, but it felt good.
I didn't even check myself out as I walked into the locker room. It was too tiring and too long of a workout to grump over my apparent lack of progress. The water cascaded over my scales and immediately began to wash away some of the surface aches. My protesting thighs reduced to a low grumble as I soaped up and rinsed myself off.
Such was the way of things for quite a few days. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday I was in the gym, under Steve's tutelage and pressing more iron than I ever thought possible. My energy was ramping up and I started feeling all around better about myself. My glances in the mirror were becoming less frequent, since I had much less to mope about. My private wet dreams about Steve, however, simply grew in intensity. It started taking two consecutive paw-offs before I could even go to the gym and try to act normal. And, of course, one additional one after I got back home.
"Hey." Steve poked me after my bench session. "We should change times."
"Times?"
"Yeah. The gym's open to senior members after normal hours. We've pretty much exhausted this machine but the aerobic stuff is always taken up during the day."
I blinked. "Alright... What time then?"
"Nine-thirty. By then the stragglers are out. I want to get more serious with your workout."
The look of mild concern on my face must have suggested something to Steve. "No, I'm not talking about pumping you full of drugs or anything. Look," He kneeled down next to me. "I know this is all kinda wierd to you, but I was in the same boat. I was geeky and felt fat... you know."
I smirked a little, "Don't I ever."
Steve grinned and poked me in the side, "I see you as a protege. Someone I can help out with their dream. You're a nice guy and I wanna see you reach your goals."
If only he'd known all of what those goals were. "Thanks."
"Nine-thirty, sharp. Remember, I've still got your phone number."
I chuckled a little before continuing with the workout.
Nine-thirty the next day rolled around way too soon. I still didn't know what to make of Steve. All he'd ever done is motivate me to workout. Maybe he also thought I was fat and unattractive. Maybe this was all some ploy to set me up with his passably hot ex-girlfriend or something. Maybe it was all just a steady stream of pity, culminating in some sort of dastardly prank where he pantses me in front of his jock friends and they all laugh while I get an erection and a complex.
The side-entrance was unlocked. He was serious about something, I just wasn't sure what.
I walked into the empty weight room, glancing around for stealthy frat boys with digital cameras and a need to embarrass others. Nothing came immediately to view except a open door leading into the mirrored aerobics room. I pushed the door open wider as the dim light from within began to spread out on the carpeted floor beneath my feet.
Standing there, stark naked and reflected in the walls of mirrors, was Steve. He crossed his arms over his chest and grinned broadly at me.
"Glad you could make it, stud."
Honestly, I didn't know my jaw could drop that far. Proudly, he strode up to me, wrapped his arm around my back and pressed my snout to his in a long, drawn out kiss. Delicately, his tongue teased along my own as his free hand slid down and squeezed by right rumpcheek firmly.
I gurgled.
He pulled back and licked the tip of my snout.
"Hwha... hwha..." I muttered, my whole body shut down as my cock throbbed painfully against my shorts.
"You looked like you needed loosening up in more ways than one." He ran his hand along my chest. "I was worried you wouldn't come."
"Well I would've been more enthused if I'd known..." I stuttered as my cheeks turned ruddy.
"I'm glad to hear it. I'd seen you around the gym before, with your sad, moping face. I was telling the truth when I said I used to be like you." His hand slid down and squeezed mine. "Quiet, reclusive... You're a sweet guy. Saw it in your face the first time you walked in the door. I just figured you needed a push."
"Quite the push..."
Steve grinned, "Carrie was right when she said I was a rogue. I get overly dramatic when I like someone."
"You like me?" I felt like a five-year old on the playground.
"Definitely. You've only gotten better." He glanced over my shoulder. "You know, you keep bringing that backpack but I've never seen you open it. What's in it?"
My cheeks went redder. "My singlet..."
"You wrestle?" Steve's grin got wider.
"N-no... Just... Like the feeling of it."
"Show me..."
"What?"
"The place is locked up tight. C'mon, I've already showed you about all you can see of me."
He was right, even the tip of his cock was peeking out of his slit, ever since I mentioned the singlet. I blushed a deeper red and extracted it slowly from the backpack. I'd never worn it in front of another living soul and here I was, in a mirrored room. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, shucking my clothes and slowly sliding into the stretchy fabric. I could feel it hugging my curves, lifting my rump and pressing tight against my chest. Apparently, Steve liked it as well, if the appreciative whistle it drew from him was any indication.
I opened my eyes and blushed as I saw myself in the mirror.
Steve had definitely been subtly manipulating my workout. My belly was firm and flat, emphasized by the tight fabric that clung to it. My chest was much broader, firm pectorals standing out proudly from it. My waist had narrowed and defined and my thighs were tight and corded. Steve drew his hand along the chest of the singlet before licking my cheek.
"It's got a fly..." He whispered.
I blushed a deeper red as his paw parted the fabric and gripped my cock firmly.
"I say, lets put it to use."
Steve gently grabbed my arm and pulled me out into the weight room proper. I couldn't tell where we were going, my eyes fixated on his ass and back. My shaft was already at it's full length, moistening the spandex around it, by the time he stopped. He nudged me down onto a bench, laying me flat along it. His paws rubbed along my chest as he nibbled along my neck. I could feel the delicate scales of his tail's underside rubbing along the tip of my cock, arching down to caress over the sensitive edges of my slit. I gasped for a moment, shuddering, as his hands gripped my wrists and held them back under the bench.
"I am sorry we can't take our time but believe me, we'll have plenty more chances." He whispered into my ear with a sultry tone. I looked concerned for a moment, wondering what he meant to do by hurrying.
I found out immediately.
His hips arched back, the warm tip of my shaft pressing between the clef of his rumpcheeks. I could feel the heat beneath his tail for only a moment before he brought himself down in one smooth motion. My own hips tensed as I tried to stifle a moan. The delicate folds of his tailhole gripped me firmly, caressing me inside him as he hilted me within him. His muscled body flexed and tightened as I watched him bite his own lip.
"Ugh... You're... a big fella..." He panted.
I blushed a little again as he grinned lustily down at me. Steadily he began to gyrate his hips against me, rolling them back as he slid up and down along my throbbing shaft. His own cock was dribbling against my spandex clad chest, filling my nostrils with the scent of sex.
His teeth dug into his lip a little more as he desperately began to speed up his motions, slamming his rump down on my cock and taking it all the way inside him. For my own part, all I could do was moan, not even bothering to resist his strong arms holding me down. It didn't take long before I watched his abdomen tense as his cock began spraying his hot seed across my pectorals. I didn't hold out much longer as I bucked hard into his backside and released my own pent up load.
The two of us collapsed back against the bench, his snout gently nuzzling along my neck as he released my arms. I held him tightly, kissing his cheek softly as my shaft slowly slipped from his tailhole.
"Damn... If it's that good when we're in a hurry..." He panted, "Just imagine what it'll be like when we can take our time."
"Why... are we... in a hurry...?" It was hard to speak, my voice having been just about fucked out of me.
"I lied about the after hours thing... We've only got a few minutes before they set the alarm."
I sighed and shook my head. "I can tell life's gonna be interesting with you."
His tail arched under him, pressing against the underside of mine firmly. "The best is yet to come, stud."