Stud Exercise Program

Originally Posted: Sat, 1 May 1999 21:35:40 -0400 (EDT) on the Yiff List

Starring Trevor and Sinclair. Story and characters copyright to FuzzWolf. Features Male/Male oral and anal sex.

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Trevor huffed and puffed and once again forced himself to keep going, bench-pressing another load of steel weights. He was still very concerned about his image as a studly foxie, and Martin Lonewolf had described studly as being buff as well as being horny. So, the yiffy foxie had decided to pump a little iron to buff up a bit. His mate was actually jealous that Trevor was pumping iron instead of him and decided to do something about it!

Sinclair had snuck into the small gym that no one had really noticed before and stood surveying the scene. Trevor was working out on one of those four-sided gyms that had different exercises on each side. At the moment he was in a lying position and working on the bench press side.

Even though the room was fairly large, the air was still thick with the musky scent of a sweating, male fox. Sinclair licked his lips as the scent hit him. It didn't take much to make him yiffy and his mate's smell was doing it. He felt a stirring begin in his sheath as he looked Trevor up and down. The fox was so into his workout, he didn't even notice Sinclair watching him.

Trevor was dressed in whatever workout clothes he could scrounge together. Most of it was from Butch's spandex gift bag. He wore a pair of tight spandex shorts that came down to mid-thigh on him. Maybe they were a little small for him because his impressive male bulge showed prominently at the front. The shorts were a lovely gay-ish purple colour, which went nicely with his tank top with "Straight Looking" written across it in pink letters. His red fur was darkened to almost maroon with his sweat and his muscles quivered with the strain.

Sinclair could stand it no longer. His mate was lying there panting, grunting, and sweating and he wasn't a part of it. He strolled over and sat on the bench, straddling it and facing the yiffy foxie. He grinned down at Trevor, but the fox looks a bit worried. He has a feeling his clearly-horny-as-hell mate is going to disrupt his workout. So, he vows that he will not succeed and he will finish the goal he set no matter what Sinclair does to distract him.

Licking his lips and grinning, Sinclair lays his hand on Trevor's thick lump. Trevor jumps a little at the touch, but keeps going. The wolf begins to slowly and firmly stroke and massage the front of Trevor's spandex shorts. His paw glides easily over the smooth surface as he gives Trevor's clothed sheath a little squeeze. Despite his best efforts to ignore what is happening, Trevor's lump starts to harden. Sinclair grins wider as he feels the sheath thicken in his paw. Gripping it tightly, he leans forward and works his head under Trevor's shirt. The fox's scent is so thick that Sinclair can barely breath. He loves it anyway and deeply inhales the fox's musk. With his head still under the hot shirt, he begins to lick the sweat off Trevor's furry chest. Sinclair strokes Trevor's hot sheath up and down with a slow rhythm through his tight shorts as he licks and gives small bites to his mate's hardened nipples. Sinclair moves up a bit and nuzzles his nose along Trevor's furry underarms, one arm at a time, where his scent is strongest.

Sinclair sits up, his own head now covered in sweat from the heat of Trevor's body. He strips naked while leaning on top of Trevor. Once bare down to his fur, Sinclair leans over Trevor, giving the fox a good view of his hard cock sticking out of his furry sheath. Sinclair brings it down, rubbing it along Trevor's spandex shorts. Sinclair can feel the heat of Trevor's cock against his through the shorts. He looks deep into Trevor's eyes for a second before sliding his way down again. He neatly opens the shorts up with one claw and pulls them from under Trevor's body. He holds them up for the fox to see as he puts the pre-cum stained crotch on his nose and sniffs deeply. Trevor still valiantly struggles to keep working the heavy steel stack up and down as his erect cock sticks straight out in front of him.

Without further ado, Sinclair leans down and takes Trevor's hot length into his muzzle. Trevor gasps loudly and bucks under Sinclair. His legs squirm around trying to find some grip on the smooth floor. Sinclair works his muzzle up and down Trevor's cock as fast as he can, pistoning up and down up and down. His muzzle begins to ache from the fox's thickness, but he keeps going. Every time he takes the length in, he gets a breath of Trevor's hot, sweaty musk as his nose rubs into Trevor's sheath-fur. That's what keeps him going every time, making him want to drive his face into Trevor's crotch while fully taking his cock. Up and down, Sinclair pumps away. Trevor's eyes water as he tries to keep his concentration. He pushes his arms up again, they ache. He feels his balls begin to ache too. He's been teased to ultimate hardness and badly needs a release. Trevor can't take it anymore, the heat, the sweat, and Sinclair's tight and hot muzzle on his maleness. Trevor's balls let go and he shoots his fox-juice deep into Sinclair's muzzle.

Trevor's eyes stream from the exertion, he pushes the stack of weights one last time in time with the last spurt of his orgasm. His body goes limp and he lies there panting for several minutes as Sinclair cleans the fox-cum off.

"Ooh" he moans, feeling every ache. If exercising could feel this good, he would have to do it more often! He grins up at Sinclair and asks if the big, gray wolf has an exercise program he'd like to try.

Sinclair smiles and looks to his own still-hard cock. "You can exercise me in the shower lover."

Sinclair helps Trevor up from the bench and the two head off to the showers paw in paw.