Everything about the tiger was big, top to bottom. He was orgasmic to look at even if he was fully clothed. But then, those sculpted arms as he flexed before taking his shirt off, those chiseled pecs, the cut abs the broad, muscular back as he turned around, teasing and shaking his hips side to side as he pulled down his pants, revealing the firm, sexy ass, and those thick, strong thighs muscles so firm that veins were pushed out to the surface of his skin, just visible under the orange and white fur the black stripes perfectly emphasizing just the right spots on the gorgeous body. "Jeff, you're getting hard." His spotter was a bigger horse named Hank, who was a much darker, deep chestnut color.
He seemed almost nonchalant when he mentioned Jeff's prick. Then again, it was a rather common occurrence, and Hank was glad he'd learned to spot it before it got too obvious. Jeff now wore much looser gym shorts, instead of the tight training shorts he used to, for precisely this reason. "Damn it." Jeff would always think of Jack when at the gym, since the tiger used to be there with him every day before he got the new job out on the farm. Hank was pretty good friends with Jack, too, as were a few other guys that would frequent the gym-mostly bigger furs who sported beautifully muscular physiques, strong and masculine.and a little adventurous in their tastes. Thinking of Jack always made Jeff horny, but the tiger was always involved in something dirty. His job was to muck out the stalls, if he wasn't doing that he was more than likely at his house playing with his shit or watching porn, or both. There was almost nothing that Jack did that someone would want to call "clean," though every once in a while he would go to a bar and pick up a guy for a much more normal sexual encounter. Hank leaned over Jeff, grinning down his long snout. "You want to stop there, before everyone notices you?" Hank had thicker, juicier pecs than Jeff, strong, firm, sculpted abs, arms almost as big around as his quads, and a couple of extra inches in height, making him the more massive of the two by a pretty good margin. Like all of Jack's friends, he had an incredible body, and worked out every chance he got. "Five more, I'm almost done," Jeff insisted.
He tried harder to keep his mind on what he was doing-how much he was lifting, how fast, how long he held it up, what color the bar was, the size of the weights, the veins on his forearms, how big his forearms were.
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