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Carl could feel the eyes on his body, watching every movement of sweat-soaked cotton over his torso and flex of corded musculature under what skin he was showing; quite a bit, but it wasn't like any other member of the gym had a problem with it. The young man wasn't conceited, but he was used to staring; both appreciative—of his built and sculpted body—and lustful. And he'd shot more than a few glances of his own at his fellows from time to time as they all grunted and panted and worked out in each other's presence. Getting hot and sweaty. Soaking their clothing with it as the fresh scent of a man's—many men's—exertion filled the just-this-side-of-stuffy air.

But that was beside the point.

Carl was used to looks, glances, and even the occasional long and lingering stare. What he wasn't used to, however, was who it was keeping his eyes locked onto the human's every movement: the newest addition to the gym's lineup of hunks, studs, and burly, beastly members. The minotaur who locker-room murmurings had identified as Alec.

Strong and powerful, with a body that would make both Adonis and Hercules weep in unbridled, furious envy. Every inch of his sculpted form brimming and twitching with well-built muscles, which flexed under the generous amount of soft brown fur he was showing in his tight compression shorts and tank top. His bovine brow set into a seemingly-permanent glower under the imposing arc of his long, thick—blunted, but no less intimidating—horns. Alec was a hunk. Alec was a stud. Alec was most assuredly gay; they all were, their gym specifically geared toward the kind of guy who liked exerting himself with lots of other big, strong, muscular guys. But so far, every pass the others had made at the burly bull—and more than a few of Carl's own—had been rebuffed; the minotaur would just grunt, turn away, and ignore their offers to spot him on the gym floor or their murmured appreciation in the locker room.

But that day—a very slow day, Carl and the bull the only ones filling the massive weight room with the sounds of their exercise and the scent of their bodies—something was different. Perhaps it was because they were alone. Perhaps the human leaving Alec to his own devices had drawn the minotaur's curiosity. Perhaps whoever was looking out for him upstairs had decided to throw Carl a—long, thick, and throbbing—bone. Whatever the case, Carl could feel those eyes—dark and intense—on him. He could hear the sound of hooves—muffled by the short carpeting—approaching. He could see, glancing in the mirror as he worked in the squat rack—Alec looming behind him, the minotaur hesitating before he opened his mouth to speak.

“Hey."

The word was quiet, but the low and rumbling tone of it shook the human's very bones. Carl grunted in acknowledgement, groaned as he stood and hooked the barbell—with light weights on it, since he didn't want to work too hard with no one to spot him—on his shoulders back onto the rack, and then turned while flexing and extending his legs to ease the burn out of his quads. “Yeah?" He cleared his throat, breathing slow and deep—to both catch his breath and slow the pounding in his chest—and offered the larger male a smile. “What can I do you for, man?"

There was a long moment of silence as Alec's dark eyes darted from Carl, to the weight rack, to the mirror. The massive slabs of his thighs strained the lycra of his shorts as he shifted from hoof to hoof; the human couldn't help letting his own eyes be drawn by the movement down to the heavy, pendulous bulge between those ripped and corded legs. He rumbled, worked his jaw, and then spoke again in that bone-shaking, deep tone. “Are you finishing up? I wanted to do a few sets over here."

“Oh, sure." Carl dragged his gaze up to meet Alec's own, not letting it linger for too long on either the flat abs peeking from under sweat-soaked cotton or the mountainous rise of the minotaur's pecs. “Lemme grab my stuff and I'll get out of your way."

“Actually…" An enormous, heavy paw of a hand caught the human's shoulder when Carl turned to do just that. There was another rumble from the bull's chest, and Alec glanced away from the man's face with another deep grunt. “You mind watching my form for me?"

“Oh." Carl blinked. “Uh, sure." He gulped. “I don't mind at all." He smiled, trying not to let it grow too wide and eager as heat bloomed in his face, his belly, and his groin. Despite being a new face in the gym—and despite that face being quite unwelcoming to any advances shot his way so far—Alec was quite the star in the gym. He was watched during his workouts, approached in between, and murmured about in the locker room by all the men who wanted to get up close to that—quite literal—beefcake. And now that beefcake was asking for Carl to spot him; to watch as those gargantuan muscles of his bunched and flexed under his clothes and his fur. And even if it was because they were the only ones on the gym floor, Carl wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Thank you." A nod. Yet another grunt. A swish of the tail hanging from the bull's firm, pert backside while he moved to load the barbell with weights. And load it. And load it. As he watched, Carl's eyes only grew wider and wider.

“You, uh, need any help, man?"

“No." Once the bull seemed satisfied, he moved into position under the bar. He grasped it in a tight grip, settled it onto his shoulders, and heaved in exertion as he lifted it up. “Just keep your eyes on my form, please."

Carl was more than happy to do just that while the minotaur started up his first set of squats. Taking a deep breath that made his chest bounce and bulge as he dropped down, and then huffing out as he pushed back up. Keeping his back straight and his hooves planted underneath him. The human made sure the bull's form remained good, yes, but there was no way he could stop his eyes from wandering. Over the wide expanse of those shoulders. Down the straight line of that back. Locking onto the bunching, bouncing, bulging curvature of that ass.

The human gulped down a few mouthfuls of water, and made sure the bull wasn't glancing at him in the mirror before he reached down to adjust himself.

Alec went through a second set, and then a third and a fourth. And as he did so, panting out in between and looking over to Carl for confirmation he was keeping his form, the human took the opportunity to ogle. It was expected—often even encouraged—to do so by the other members of the gym; and while the bull hadn't exactly been inviting, he also didn't discourage any of the looks Carl and the others would give him. And there, in the solitude of the gym floor on that slow day, the man enjoyed the show the minotaur was putting on.

Just before his fifth set, the bull looked over his shoulder at the human. Their eyes met. Carl knew that his flushed and sweaty face couldn't be explained away as the product of exercise, and for just an instant felt a brief roil of shame and embarrassment in his gut. Then Alec's voice rumbled out, almost inaudible even in the quiet surrounding them. “Mind helping me get the bar on the rack after this next set?"

“Oh, sure." Carl could feel his heart pounding in his chest, like he'd just finished a 20-minute run on the treadmill.

Yet another rumble; and did the corners of Alec's wide mouth perk upward just the slightest bit? The minotaur nodded, turned to face forward once more, and—keeping his eyes on the human as he did so—huffed out the count for his final set. “One." His tail flicked, drawing Carl's attention back downward. “Two. Three. Four." Another flick. “Five. Six. Seven." Another, and then it hiked upward to offer a perfect, uninterrupted view of the firm and flexing glutes underneath.

The curve of them.

“Eight."

The way the lycra of Alec's compression shorts stretched over them.

“Nine."

The darker, moist line highlighting the cleft between them, where the bull's sweat had soaked through the material.

“Ten."

A grunt, and a groan, and one final huff as the minotaur stood with an expectant glance at the human from the mirror. Carl moved forward, taking hold of the barbell to help guide it back onto the rack; and then he gasped and froze when the bull's ass pressed against his stomach. Up that close, the human could really get a sense of just how massive Alec was; far taller, far wider, and far more built and sculpted. Up that close, he could smell the rich and pungent scent pouring off of the minotaur's heaving body; fresh sweat, along with an almost earthy animal musk that burned in his nostrils. And up that close, there was no hiding the hardness in Carl's pants as the human's tented crotch brushed at the back of Alec's thighs.

Time stopped. Carl held his breath. Alec rumbled—lowed, the sound vibrating through his body and into the human's own—as he slowly rocked his hips to grind back against the smaller man.

“…How was my form?"

Carl gulped to wet his dry throat. “Perfect."

“Good. Thank you." The pair stayed like that for another tick of the clock. Another. Another. “I'm hitting the showers." Carl couldn't see the minotaur's expression around his massive body, but for just a moment Alec almost sounded like he, too, was trying to catch his breath from more than just a long and exhausting workout. “Do you… want to come with?"

“Uh, yeah." His heart fluttered. A shiver ran down his spine. The hardness in his own tight shorts twitched. Carl was only about halfway through his workout, but at the moment there was nothing he wanted more than to follow the hunk grinding his ass on him into the locker room. “You, uh…" He took a deep breath in—filled his lungs with that intoxicating aroma wafting from Alec—and let it out. “I don't know if I can have you wash my back, though."

Another long moment of silence. “That's fine." The bull's hooves shifted, first the right and then the left. “I want you to wash mine."

Carl blinked, and pulled back to finally look at Alec's face in the mirror. The minotaur's ears were flicking as he snorted and kept his gaze locked onto the floor. “Oh. Wow." He cleared his throat. “Uh, well then. We'd… better get started, huh?"

Those dark eyes finally peeked upward to meet his own from behind the glass of the mirror. That massive bovine head bobbed up and down in a nod. And as Carl watched, one of the bull's massive hands moved down to cup, rub, and bounce—not even attempting to hide or readjust—the enormous tent rising from Alec's crotch. Their gazes stayed locked together for a few more breathless moments before the pair gathered up their stuff, and then padded over to enter the locker room together.

There were rules which dictated how the gym members could conduct themselves, both official and unofficial. Officially, nudity was discouraged; unofficially, nobody would complain about the occasional 'wardrobe malfunction'. Officially, hooking up on the gym floor was discouraged; unofficially, there were plenty of signs and signals one could use to indicate interest, from lingering glances to insinuating code to getting up close and personal while spotting your workout partner. Officially, sex in the locker room was discouraged; unofficially, as long as you cleaned up after yourself—and used the condoms and lube provided in the always-well-stocked dispensers—the world behind that heavy wooden door was an open, carefree, and lascivious land of 'do as you please'.

It shouldn't have been a surprise to Carl that Alec had picked up on those rules, both official and unofficial, in the days since he'd started coming to the gym. Though he was quiet, and rebuffed a lot of advances, they'd all noticed the bull watching them just as much as they watched him. On the gym floor, glancing over at the guys spotting each other and exchanging quick murmurs before moving towards the locker room. In said locker room, glancing over while he changed, and in the showers as he washed himself. But still, the human hadn't anticipated the minotaur picking up on the code that quick; nor being able to use it to detail exactly what he wanted out of a 'workout session' with Carl.

'I'm hitting the showers. Do you want to come with'; an invitation to head to the lockers for a nice, hard, post-workout fuck.

'I don't know if I can have you wash my back'; doubt that he'd be able to bottom for the minotaur, and maybe just a little fear at the prospect; the prospect of taking that monolithic erection straining the front of Alec's shorts almost to the point of tearing them right off.

'I want you to wash mine'; the minotaur wanted to be the one getting pounded by the human.

Carl didn't anticipate just how eager Alec was for it, either; as soon as the heavy door swung shut, the bang of it echoing off the tile floor and metal lockers, the bull grabbed onto the human and spun Carl to face him. With a deep and needy groan, Alec reached down to press his palm against the tent in the human's shorts; rocking the heel of his hand along the firm shaft hidden by the material before tracing his thick fingers along its length. Carl grasped the bull's shoulders in surprise, and then groaned and clung to the massive male as his knees grew weak. It was happening. He was gonna fuck the new minotaur stud; he'd be the first among the gym's regulars to do so. “Fuck…" The bull's deep tone couldn't hide the hitching of his breath. “It feels fucking good. Big."

The human chuckled at the compliment, and reached down to palm the bulge of Alec's own crotch in return. “Not nearly as big as you."

Alec's ears flicked again, and the human could almost swear he saw a bit of pink under the fur of the bull's snout and cheeks. “I hear that a lot, yeah."

“Oh?" A playful note crept into the human's voice as he followed the length of that virile, pulsing pillar to the growing wet spot at its tip. “Do you, now? You like showing off your big bull cock to other men?"

That was definitely a hitched breath. And as the human realized that Alec—big, burly, beefy Alec—was shaking like a twig under his touch, the minotaur let out a strangled groan which could almost be mistaken for a whine. “No. It's just…" As Carl watched, the bull's stoic countenance wavered, softened, and then shattered. He ducked his head. He flicked his ears and tail. He dropped his gaze to the floor between his shifting hooves. “It's what I hear from guys I try to…" A clearing of his throat. “It's why I… I-I…"

He was shy.

The big, burly, beefy bull was shy.

That was adorable.

With a smile on his face, Carl looked up to the minotaur and patted his shoulders, gentle and soothing. He'd dealt with shy guys before—newcomers to the gym who needed a guiding hand to help them get comfortable—and he knew not to push things too far too fast. “Alright. Any particular way you wanna do this, then?"

“I don't know." A shrug. A snort. A tug on his tank top. “I guess… let's just get naked and do it?"

“That's fine with me." The human stepped back once more—eliciting a reluctant low from the bull as his crotch pulled out of reach of Alec's rubbing hand—and tugged his own shirt up and off. His chest flexed with the movement, his own firm pectorals bouncing as they were bared. He could feel the sweat slicking his skin; running down his wide back, dampening the tufts of hair on his chest and armpits and pubic rise, and caught in the knot of his navel. He could also smell himself, and he took a moment to breathe in his own brand while tugging his shorts down off his hips. They dropped to the floor, and the human kicked them—as well as his shoes and socks—off.

He was in just his tented, sweat-and-pre-wet jock. The thin, black material cupped his balls and strained against his erection, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. He gulped, looked to Alec, and grinned while he lifted an arm to flex a bicep. “You like?"

“I do." The bull's head bobbed up and down once more as he stripped out of his own clothing. Tank top. Compression shorts. Leaving his own—grey, cotton, and drenched in a pungent mix of sweat, musk, and precum all over the pouch—jockstrap exposed to Carl's gaze. “I really like, uh… looking at you."

“Hah, you probably say that to all the guys."

“No, not really."

The human blinked, and looked back over to the minotaur. Alec was standing tall, his hands bunching at his sides and his legs shifting under his bulk; and that was definitely a blush on his bovine face, visible even through his fur. “Huh?"

Another rumbling 'moo' sounded through the silent room. “Well, uh… I like looking at… you, specifically." One of his hooves clopped on the tile. “I mean, the other gym members are good looking. Really good looking…" His dark eyes grew distant for a moment while a thick pink tongue flicked over his lips, and then they sharpened to focus their gaze on Carl once more. “But you, uh… I like looking at you. And…thinking about you."

There was a flutter in Carl's chest as his mouth opened, and then shut. Opened, and then shut. “Oh. Uh, wow… I…" He turned to face Alec. “I'm not gonna lie, I really like looking at and thinking about you, too. In the gym, while you're changing… in the shower…"

“I know." Alec nodded. “And I want you to look. And see more, if… if you want."

“Sounds like a plan to me." The human padded over, setting his hands on Alec's torso. “You wanna start working out together more? Spotting each other…" He pushed his hips forward—having to stand on his tiptoes—to press the tent in his jock against the bull's. “Getting hot and sweaty together…" Rubbing. “Then taking a nice, long shower together so I can… wash your back?" Grinding; feeling the length of the bull's gargantuan erection against his own.

“Yes." Alec panted. He gasped. He lowed, his head dropping backward in pleasure when Carl's hands moved up to cup his pecs. To squeeze those supple mounds, and tease the pads of his thumbs around the thick, pert nipples jutting up from those fur-coated peaks. “I want you washing my back every time. And I'll, uh…" He bit his lip, looking down to the human. “I'll do any kind of exercise with you."

In other words, the minotaur was up for anything the human had in mind.

Carl smiled and dipped forward to bury his face into the damp fur right in the cleft of Alec's chest. He breathed in slow and deep as his forefingers and thumb continued to tweak and tease the sensitive buds on either side. Squeezing them. Pinching them. Soothing away the sparks of sweet agony with gentle caresses around the areola. After taking a couple more slow, deep breaths that made his lungs burn with the minotaur's masculine musk, he pulled away; leaving Alec panting, gasping, and whining for more. “In that case, go sit down on the bench."

Like an eager, muscle-bound puppy, Alec moved to obey; the bull clomped over and sat down, splaying his legs and palming his bulge as he watched what the human would do.

The smaller man approached. Slowly. Slowly. Keeping the tension ramped high as he moved between the minotaur's legs. Even sitting down, the bull was still almost at Carl's eye level; but when the human set a hand on the crown of Alec's head, between the bull's horns, Alec rumbled out a soft and submissive 'moo' while being guided down. Down. Down to press his nose against Carl's tented jock pouch.

He sniffed. He snuffled. He rubbed his snout all over the musk-and-sweat-stained pouch, breathing in deep. And while Carl's stroked and petted him with tender affection, the minotaur lowed and opened his mouth to begin dragging his tongue all over it.

“Yeah, that's right." Panting. “Huff my jock, man. Just like that." Gasping. “Fuck, you want it? Want me to take it off so you can suck my dick?"

“Please…" Alec let out a long and low groan while tracing the length of Carl's erection through the fabric with his lips. He kissed the shaft and sucked on the wet spot at the tip, moaning at the taste of the human's precum. “Can you…" Again, his voice dropped into an embarrassed murmur; and again, the smaller man waited in patient anticipation for the bull to speak. “Can you… hold my horns while you do?"

Carl smiled. He laughed. He grabbed the bull by the horns with both hands and rocked his hips to hump against Alec's snout. “Like this?"

“Fuck yeah. Just like that." Alec's own hand moved to tug the jock pouch aside, finally letting Carl's cock—long and thick, with a nice hood of pre-drenched foreskin at the tip as well as a virile patch of silky hair around the base and on the sack—bob free in the open air. He licked it. He kissed it. He opened his mouth wide, breathed a puff of humid air right onto that twitching length, and then moved to engulf it in his hot, wet, suckling mouth.

“Oh fuck…!" The human's eyes fluttered as the minotaur began to bob. Up and down. Up and down. Swirling that thick, wide, silky tongue around his shaft and pushing it into the folds of his foreskin to caress his glans. Carl couldn't stop his hips from bucking into Alec's mouth, but the bull didn't seem to mind at all; in fact, Alec seemed to relish the human's pubes grinding on his nose and Carl's swinging balls bouncing against his chin. He looked down, meeting Alec's dark eyes as they peered up at the smaller man; swirling with lust and arousal, and something else which started that fluttering right back up in Carl's chest. “You, uh…" He pressed forward to brush his shin on Alec's own tent; it throbbed and pulsed with every thrust of the human's manhood into the bull's maw. “You wanna take these off?"

“Mngh…" The minotaur pushed forward to hilt Carl's cock in his mouth. In his throat. Taking deep breaths through his nose; filling his lungs with the man's own rich, pungent post-workout musk. Then he pulled back to let the saliva-slickened length press and rub against his cheek while he rumbled in contentment. “No." That cheek was hot and flushed as he stared up at Carl. “I… always wanted to be fucked in them."

“Nice." Carl offered the bull a grin, and Alec finally smiled—small, but it was a warm smile nonetheless—in return. “Then, uh…" He looked over the bull. He looked over the bench. He hummed in thought, and then nodded. “Lay on your back. I'll get a condom and some lube."

Once more, the bull obeyed the human; Alec turned to straddle the bench, and then laid down on it while watching Carl pad over to the dispensers. One condom, torn out of the packaging and rolled over the man's leaking length, and then a generous dollop of slick lube spread all over it. Pumping. Stroking. Making sure he was prepared to take the minotaur. “You, uh…" He glanced over. “You done this before?"

“A couple times." The minotaur just grunted as he murmured out that admission. And while Carl watched, the larger male lifted and bent his legs against his chest to present himself. Those firm slabs of beefy flesh and fur he had for asscheeks. The dank cleft, which spread open as he reached down to take a hold of one ample mound in each large, strong hand. The minotaur's hole, taut and pouty and winking at Carl with flirtatious anticipation.

“Mm…" Carl couldn't help a groan of arousal at the sight as he pumped one more dollop of lube into his palm. He made his way back over to the minotaur, straddling the bench and setting his free hand on the bull's flat, hard stomach. He spread the slick lubricant onto that flexing ring, teasing over and around and into it with his fingers; one, and then two, and finally three delving into Alec's passage and scissoring apart to stretch the inner walls. The bull squirmed underneath him and let out one more faint 'moo', staring right up into Carl's eyes as he was prepped.

At last, the man pulled his digits free of the bull's ass. At last, he grasped those thighs, and moved to position himself. At last, the condom-coated head of his cock kissed that puckered entrance.

“You ready?"

“Yes." A nod, and then Alec's hands moved to grasp Carl's shoulders. To pull the man down onto his chest and belly. To stroke and caress and cling to the smaller man. “Fuck me, Carl. Please."

A push, and a prod, and then a pair of lowing voices cried out in pleasure when the human's cock popped through the minotaur's ring and began to slide through.

Deep. Deeper. Deeper still, Carl pausing every now and then when Alec's breath hitched and his passage clamped down around that intrusion. The two worked their hips, bucking and rocking until, at last, the man's crotch was pressed right against the bull's rump. Carl panted and gasped, grinding his face into the fur on Alec's chest once more, and the minotaur lowed when he felt the human hilting inside him. “It's… it's in…" The bull's faint voice sounded astonished that it was—finally—happening.

“Yeah." A wide, shaky, flushed grin, and a wink. “You alright, or…?"

“More than alright. It feels better than I imagined." His inner walls squeezed around the man's cock, making the length buried in that passage throb and fill the condom coating it with a spurt of precum. The minotaur's own member—massive and monolithic and still hidden within the pouch of his straining jockstrap—pulsed against Carl's stomach, smearing them both with his own slick fluids and sweaty, musky scent. Alec rested his hands behind his head and bounced his pecs, and he mooed with delight when the human moved to flick his tongue against one of the bull's nipples. “You can start now…"

And so, Carl did. In, and then out as he pressed his lips to the sweaty, sensitive bud crowning Alec's pectoral. In, and then out as his hands ran up and down the minotaur's sides; up to rub into the damp fur filling the bull's armpits, and then down to the larger male's hips. In, and then out as their eyes met, and the sparks between them were fanned into a flame by the fluttering in their respective chests.

Faster. Harder. Deeper. The human worked himself into a steady rhythm, which grew difficult to keep up while those inner walls grasped and milked his erection. The pair sighed and grunted and rutted together like animals, fresh sweat starting to wet their brows and backs as they exerted themselves. Every squeeze of Alec's passage sent heat shooting up into the human's groin, spurring on the roiling within his balls. Every jab of Carl's manhood into that spot deep within the bull shook his frame with electrical surges of sheer pleasure. The locker room—empty save for them—echoed with the sounds of their fucking; no, it was more than just fucking between the two of them.

Faster and faster. Harder and deeper. Until Alec gasped, his shaft jumped, and he soaked both himself and the human in an eruption of his thick and sticky cum. Until Carl gritted his teeth and slammed home into the minotaur while crying out his own orgasm; which they could both feel filling the condom that covered it, and which they both wished for a moment that they could feel shooting into the bull's depths. Until the human collapsed onto the larger male, who let out a grunt at the weight falling onto his chest and then wrapped his arms around the smaller form upon him.

“Fuck…" Panting. Grunting. Sweating while the dull ache of exertion filled his body. Carl lifted his face up from the minotaur's pillowy chest, and offered the bull a fatigued grin. “Good workout."

“It was." A smile. A rumble that almost sounded like a laugh. A blush burning on the minotaur's handsome face. “I want to do it again. Next time."

“So do I."

A brief moment of hesitation as Alec's eyes darted away from Carl's. “Do you… want to clean up and… get something to eat?" His tongue flicked over his lips. “…With me?"

Once more, Carl's heart fluttered as his mouth opened, and then shut. Opened, and then shut. Finally quirked into a small, warm, tender smile of his own. “You know what? I'd like that."

When the pair were ready—when Carl pulled his flagging cock free of Alec's ass, and the two reluctantly pulled away so the bull could sit up and stretch while the human discarded the filled condom—they stood and made their way into the showers together. Carl washed the bull's back—literally, this time—and Alec was more than happy to return the favor. And as they murmured and chatted to one another, both the human and the minotaur were already looking forward to working out—and 'working out'—with each other again.