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Hiro half leaned over the conference room table. He rested most of his weight on his arms, almost like a gorilla. He had to. If he tried to touch his feet to the floor, a spasm of pain rammed up his leg. Lawrence slid Hiro another mass shake. Hiro managed not to chug this one. Two others rested empty beside him.

Burt was in the chair next to Hiro, still rubbing Hiro's back in concern. The weight room stood abandoned. Huge hulking horses, elephants, rhinos and bears crowded the conference room doorway, craning to get a peek at the legendary bull. Finally, Tavoro had had enough. He stood and strode to the door.

"Show's over, fellas." Tavoro closed the door.

Hiro sipped the last of his third mass shake. He nodded to Burt to reassure the rat that he was going to be okay.

"It's been a long time since I've seen intensity like that," Tavoro said, walking back over to the table and resuming his seat.

"You used to pull 200 by 200 sets for calves all the time," Hiro said.

Tavoro faintly smiled. "Not on my first day at Platinum, I didn't. So. What's your name, kid?"

Hiro automatically stood to shake Tavoro's hand and yowled, collapsing back into his chair with a curse. Tavoro went to the wall phone that connected to the front desk.

"Taylor, get me a cooler full of ice water, will you?"

Together, Burt and Tavoro moved Hiro step by agonizing step over to a couch. Taylor arrived with the cooler under one bulging arm. He was the only person Hiro had so far seen who didn't seem in awe of Tavoro. Even so, the enormous respect that the huge rhino had for Tavoro showed in every gesture.

Hiro practically melted with relief when his paws hit the icy water.

"Now. You want to try that again?" Tavoro said, amused.

"Hiro MacCarther. It's an honor to actually meet you, Mr. Tavoro-ouch! Fuck!"

Tavoro held up a hand. "Try not to move too much. You should be able to walk again in an hour or so." Burt was seated beside Hiro on the couch. "Hiro, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have driven you so hard. God, that was stupid of me!"

Hiro shook his head. "I was being a jerk to you, Burt. That work out was exactly what I deserved."

"You're his trainer, I take it?" Tavoro said.

Burt nodded. "Burt Hayes. A real pleasure, Mr. Tavoro."

"Mmm," Tavoro said as they shook hands.

Hiro could finally get a good look at his idol. Tavoro had lost a lot of mass from his glory days. But he hadn't let his body go to fat like so many other former idols of the golden age. Tavoro still trained, and his 67-year-old mighty bovine frame was Grecian perfection.

Lawrence Tavoro had won more Mr. Colossus titles than anyone. Reigning champion for a whopping twelve years in a row. Heavyweight action hero superstar of ten blockbuster films from the 1980s. Lawrence Tavoro had introduced bodybuilding to the world. Until him, it had been nothing but a fringe sport - practically a fetish subculture. He spoke with a distinct lisp that was almost caveman-like, the result of a massive hearing loss he'd suffered as a teenager. Hiro could practically recite Tavoro's life story. Almost any bodybuilder could.

Tavoro crossed his powerful arms. "So what happened out there today, Hiro?"

Hiro shook his head. "I don't really know. I've never felt so...well...so powerful. So unstoppable."

"You knew you were going to lift all 200 reps, didn't you. Before you even started."

Hiro stared up at the bull. "Yes," he said, surprised. "Now that I think about it."

"Then you belong here as much as anyone else."

Hiro blushed. "....wow..." he whispered. Tears filled his eyes that he hastily tried to wipe away.

"Burt," Tavoro said. He gestured for Burt to come closer.

Burt and Tavoro moved off together. The mighty bull put an arm around Burt's shoulders. "I wonder if I might have a word with Hiro alone."

Burt chuckled. "Mr. Tavoro, Hiro has idolized you since the 9th grade. Take as much time as you want." Tavoro nodded and patted Burt's shoulder in thanks.

"I'll be in the lobby if you need me, champ," Burt called as he exited the conference room.

Hiro looked up at Burt in a minor panic. Him? Alone with Lawrence fucking Tavoro? Burt winked at Hiro through the closing door. Tavoro pulled over a chair and sat down. Hiro gulped.

"How are the legs?" Tavoro asked.

"They're freezing," Hiro said.

"Should probably take them out, then."

Hiro lifted them from the water with a groan. Tavoro used a cloven hoof to push the cooler to one side.

"Tell me about yourself, kid."

Hiro gushed out a burst of air that was part laugh and part exhale. "I....don't know where to start, Mr. Tavoro."

The bull smiled. "You can call me Lawrence, Hiro. It's okay. Why don't you start from the beginning?"

So Hiro did. He started with his childhood. With growing up an only child, and the silent pressure of expectations that placed on him from both parents. Hiro described how he'd first noticed the muscle furs on the covers of bodybuilding magazines in grocery stores, and later had started to sneak peeks at them in the book stores of shopping malls. Hiro hesitated, but then admitted what a massive influence Tavoro had been on his decision to start bodybuilding in high school. Of course the big jock furs - the tigers and horses and other naturally big species - had made fun of him. Hiro described first meeting Burt, and the relationship they'd built up over the next four years. Burt had been more than Hiro's coach and teacher. He'd been a second father. It had broken Hiro's heart to think of saying goodbye to Burt after he graduated. Hiro told Tavoro every detail he remembered of the last day of school, when Burt had broken the news to Hiro that he was quitting his job at the high school in order to train Hiro exclusively.

"After that, it was off to university," Hiro said.

"Where did you go?" Tavoro asked.

Hiro blushed. "Venice U."

"My old alma mater."

"That's why I chose it."

Tavoro just chuckled and waited for Hiro to keep going. Hiro shrugged his bulging shoulders. "It....didn't really work out. I mean, it's the only bodybuilding university in the world. Some schools are football schools. Some schools are basketball schools. Venice U was obsessed with bodybuilding in the same way. You'd think it would have been perfect."

"But?" Tavoro prompted.

"But all I really wanted to do was train in the gym. My grades started to spiral into the toilet. I stopped writing home to my parents because I was scared of what they'd think. It was Burt who finally convinced me to tell them the truth."

"How did they take it?"

Hiro laughed bitterly. "Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad. So I'm quitting college so I can become a pro bodybuilder. I know you saved up for twenty years so I could graduate but I'd rather take my chances with a high school diploma and some big bulging biceps. Yeah. It went just swell."

"Bad fight?"

"BAD," Hiro confirmed. He fought down a lump in his throat.

Tavoro fetched Hiro a bottle of water.

"My parents divorced over my bodybuilding, you know," Tavoro said.

"I know," Hiro answered. "Your dad was your coach at first. He even moved to California with you after your parents broke up."

"How about now? You and your parents, that is?"

"We talk on the phone some times. I send them a Christmas card."

"Do they know how far you've come?"

Hiro looked away. "I don't think they care, Lawrence."

Hiro's ears perked in surprise when Tavoro put his hand over Hiro's paws. "They should. And you're going to need them on board if you want to win."

"You know about me and the Mr. Colossus?" Hiro asked, astonished.

Tavoro cuffed Hiro's shoulder. "You do know I'm the one who gives out the medals every year, right?"

"Right," Hiro said, abashed.

"That rivalry you had going with Guntur Sabah on the national level circuit had us placing bets here at Platinum," Tavoro said.

"REALLY?"

Tavoro nodded. "Really." He patted Hiro's paws. "I won."

"You....you bet on me?" Hiro whispered.

"I always root for the underdog."

Hiro broke down. He didn't know why he started to cry, but he couldn't stop the tears once they started. To his astonishment, Tavoro moved over to the couch and hugged him.

"You don't know what that means to me," Hiro gasped out against the bull's huge chest. "Meeting you, Lawrence. It's.....it's like meeting God or something."

"I can't imagine what it's like," Tavoro said. "I didn't have any idols to look up to when I was in your shoes. But I had faith in myself."

Tavoro looked at Hiro. "And I have faith in you, kid."

Hiro hugged his idol again while a fresh wave of raw emotion crashed over him. Tavoro just pet Hiro's sweat-soaked ruff and held him until Hiro could compose himself again.

"I won't let you down, Lawrence. I swear!" Hiro vowed, sniffing.

"I hear from Mark that he's sponsoring you."

"You know Mark Thealand?" Hiro burst out. Then realized what an idiot he sounded like. Mark's company owned Tavoroware.

"I also happen to know who Guntur's personal trainer is."

"Who?" Hiro asked.

"Warra Gulpilli. You won't have heard of him. But he's the best. Literally. He has a AAA rating."

"There is no AAA rating," Hiro said.

"They invented it for him."

Hiro looked at his paws in his lap. Then back up at Tavoro. "Burt's got me this far. I don't need a top-rated trainer to win."

"Yes you do," Tavoro said, matter-of-factly. "This isn't the movies, kid."

"What am I supposed to do, then?" Hiro asked.

"Call Burt back in here. I have a proposal to make and he's not going to like it."

*

"Say that again?" Burt said.

"I want to take over Hiro's training," Lawrence Tavoro repeated.

They sat in Tavoro's private office. A sprawling meal steamed on the office desk. Hiro was two-thirds of the way through it when Tavoro dropped his bombshell. Hiro wasn't eating, now.

"I know how you feel about him, Burt," Tavoro said. "Believe me, I do. But this is the international circuit. And with all due respect, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into. If Hiro were to step onstage right now - at ANY international contest - he'd be eaten alive. You're talking about sending him to the biggest stage in bodybuilding."

Burt looked at Hiro. "What do you think?"

"Burt, I..."

"Oh, I get it," Burt assured him. "You meet your big hero and suddenly I'm not good enough any more."

Hiro shot to his feet. "It's not like that, Burt!"

"Eight years we've been together, Hiro! Eight FUCKING years! I've devoted my goddamn motherfucking LIFE to you!" Burt sent trays of food flying in all directions. "I cannot BELIEVE you would do this to me!"

Hiro held up his paws. "Burt, please! Just hear me out!"

"NO!" Burt roared. "It's him or me, you ungrateful son of a bitch! But I'll tell you this much - you go with him, don't bother calling me again! EVER!"

Burt yanked open the heavy office door like it was plywood. The slam was a gunshot to Hiro's heart. Hiro stood there, stunned. It was over. He'd taken Burt's love and treated it like garbage. Nothing was worth that. Nothing. Not even the Mr. Colossus.

Hiro tore through the gym at a dead run. He made it into the parking lot in time to see Burt's car roar out of sight through a fog of pouring rain. Hiro shook his head in horror. Tavoro came puffing up and shoved a pair of keys into his palm.

"Take my car. Go get him, Hiro. Now!"

Tavoro's full-size four-door handled like shit in the downpour. Luckily, Hiro didn't have to drive far. He spotted Burt's car pulled off the side of the road after a few miles. Hiro pulled up behind it and jumped into the storm. He spotted Burt, soaked to the skin, pounding his fist like a hammer over and over again into a nearby pine tree. His head was against the trunk, so Hiro couldn't see his expression. But he didn't have to.

Hiro slogged up the short rise amid deafening thunder. He reached out. At the touch of Hiro's paw to his shoulder, Burt whirled and sent a fist into Hiro's face. Hiro staggered back in shock. He caught Burt's next fist about the wrist and used his superior strength to hold Burt in place.

Burt thrashed in Hiro's muscle bound grip with an inarticulate growl while lightning crashed overhead and the rain surged with new strength. The ground was becoming a pond, the water up to their knees.

"You stopped me from using the sledgehammer, Burt! Remember?" Hiro yelled over the storm. "Now it's my turn!"

Burt looked into Hiro's eyes. "You'd really give it up for me?"

"Fuck the Mr. Colossus, and fuck Lawrence Tavoro, too," Hiro said. "Let's go back to the gym where we REALLY belong!"

Burt sunk his head aganist Hiro's chest. Hiro felt him shake his head.

"I can't let you do that, champ."

"What?" Hiro cried. He pulled Burt away from him. "What?"

Burt pursed his lips, fighting even more tears. "Tavoro's right. And I love you too fucking much to let you throw this away."

"Oh....BURT!"

Burt and Hiro hugged each other so tight they couldn't breathe. The storm began to ease.

"I love you, Burt," Hiro whispered.

"Love you, too, champ," Burt said. He slowly backed out of Hiro's embrace. "Go. Back to Platinum and to Tavoro and to the Mr. Colossus, all of it." Burt managed a smile. "It's your goddamn destiny."

*

Tavoro set a plain metal tin down on the counter. Hiro opened it. Four needles full of a clear liquid rested in a bed of black polyester padding.

"What's this?" Hiro asked.

"A mix of fox growth hormone and synthesized anabolics," Tavoro said.

Hiro looked at the bull. "Steroids," he translated.

"That's right," Tavoro said. "I want you to start shooting up today."

"I've never used steroids before. What about side effects?"

"I can tell you exactly how much to take, right down to where to put the needle," Tavoro said. "This stuff is basically the same thing I used to use. I know it's safe. And you need to pack on some serious size, Hiro. This is the only way to win."

Hiro took a breath. "Okay."

"I've got us booked in one of the private gyms in an hour. I'd suggest you stretch."

Tavoro left Hiro to change into his gym clothes. Hiro peeled off his tee shirt. He noticed a poster hanging on the wall. It was a full length high definition photo of Tavoro himself. The picture was taken early in Tavoro's career. He had none of the legendary size that would earn the bull his fame. In fact, to Hiro's eye, Tavoro looked less developed than Hiro himself. A caption at the bottom read: "Every Champion Begins Somewhere."

"Isn't that the truth," Hiro said to himself.

Hiro sat down to undo his street shoes. Then he paused. All those years, fantasizing about meeting Lawrence Tavoro. Now, here Hiro was about to be personally trained by him. It was a reality that any bodybuilder in the world would kill to possess. Hiro felt that same sense of unreality float down over him as he finished exchanging outfits.

Hiro strode from the conference room into Platinum Gym. His gym shoes sprang back off of the dark, semi-pliant padding that served as the floor. It was an hour before dawn, but the weights were already clanking and crowded. Hiro could pick out a few lifters he recognized - Todd Rains, said to be the strongest horse in the world; Clifford Calamar, the orca with the legendary legs featured in last June's MuscleFur magazine. Hiro felt like a mortal walking through the palace of the gods. An intruder.

Tavoro waited in Private Gym 3. That was across the main gym from the conference room. Hiro made his way there. When he opened the door, he saw that Tavoro had changed outfits as well. He wore a form-fitting Tavoroware tank top and some matching shorts. Neither hid anything from the imagination, and once again, Hiro had to admire the bull's development at almost 70. Hiro hoped he looked that good at that age.

"Glad you could find it okay," Tavoro said.

Hiro gave a mute nod. Tavoro strolled over and put his hands on Hiro's muscular shoulders.

"I know you miss him, Hiro. I'm not here to replace Burt, okay? I'm only here to give you your best shot at the Mr. Colossus title. That's all. What happens after that is between you and Burt."

"I know," Hiro said. He hesitated, then put his paw on top of one of Tavoro's hands. "But thanks for reminding me."

Tavoro nodded with a grunt. "Ready to work?"

For the next four hours, Hiro worked his chest to the bone. He was a prisoner in a Medieval torture dungeon and Tavoro was the inquisitor delivering the pain. Hiro was screaming with effort by the end of every set. But he made it. After an eternity of lifting and pain, Tavoro announced they were done. Hiro groaned with relief.

"Go and get yourself a protein shake from the cafe," Tavoro advised. "Head home. Eat a couple of good meals, and I'll see you back here at 5."

"B...back? At five TONIGHT?" Hiro balked.

Tavoro nodded.

"But....I don't mean to question you, Lawrence, but isn't that too much?"

Tavoro got down right in Hiro's face. Hiro could smell the bull's moist breath.

"There is no such thing as too much, kid. Not for you. Not any more."

Hiro gave a meek nod. Tavoro backed off. But he cocked his horned head, studying Hiro. "You look worried."

"I suppose I'm worried I might hurt myself."

"Is that it? Or is it the time investment?" Tavoro asked. He leaned his bulk backward against an empty bench press, hands resting across the iron bar. "I know a lot of guys who kill it in the gym for two hours and figure they've 'earned' a break. I'm not saying they're wrong. But I need to know where your head is at, Hiro."

"If you say be here again at five, I'll be here at five," Hiro said.

Tavoro nodded. "All right, then."

Hiro had to call a cab to take him home. His pecs were so sore he couldn't turn a steering wheel. The first mass shake he drank came right back up into his toilet. Hiro managed to down the next one, then crashed into his bed. An hour later, his food alarm woke Hiro up. Hiro ate his steak and greens mechanically. He checked his phone. Burt hadn't texted him. It was a lonely evening.

Three meals later, Hiro called another cab. He noticed the way the little house cat driver kept glancing at his body. Vito had said Hiro's huge muscles would get him favors. Hiro paid for his cab ride with a bicep flex that left the driver with cum-soaked pants.

Manz passed Hiro on Hiro's way into the gym. They grinned and clapped hands together, arms rippling with mutual power.

"So. How is training with the Man Himself?" Manz asked.

"You have no idea, man," Hiro said. "I was already here for four hours today. Now he has me coming back for another round."

Manz looked impish. "He probably plans to put you through some cardio. Like I did."

Hiro blushed. "Tavoro? No way! He's married, Manz!"

"So?" Manz cooed. "Bisexual is a thing, no?"

"Oh go stuff your head in a lasagna somewhere," Hiro said with a shove.

They parted with laughter, but Manz's suggestions were worming their way through Hiro's brain. Hiro couldn't deny that Tavoro was hot in a DILF sort of way. He'd fantasized about worshiping Lawrence Tavoro's muscles as a kit. But the real Lawrence Tavoro was a model of professionalism. Hiro couldn't imagine propositioning the bull. He'd risk destroying the chance for a real friendship.

Platinum was quieter in the evening. Hiro changed and made his way to Private Gym 3. He raised his eyebrows in surprise at the smile on Tavoro's snout when he walked in.

"I wasn't sure if you'd show," Tavoro said.

"You don't know me very well yet, bull," Hiro answered.

Tavoro chuckled. He sipped from a water bottle. "I thought I'd give you a little treat."

"Huh?" Hiro asked, startled.

"Considering how big of an idol I've been to you, I thought you'd appreciate the chance to work out with me. I always train in this room in the evenings. I can avoid paparazzi that way."

"Oh! Yeah, that'd be awesome!" Hiro gushed. Inside his head, he kicked Manz in his fucking horse balls for planting that naughty suggestion.

"You trained a major muscle group today, so tonight we do small muscles. Abs and traps. Sound good?"

"Whatever you say, coach."

Tavoro chuckled again. "It's been a while since anyone called me that. It feels good, though." Tavoro pulled out a worn red cap with a black adjustable band. It was so old the once-stiff bill looked like worn cardboard. The stiches were threadbare, almost fuzzy. Tavoro slipped it on his head, reversed.

"I know that cap!" Hiro said. "You always wore that cap when you trained for the Mr. Colossus!"

"And tonight I'm wearing it in honor of you, Hiro. You ready to work?"

"Fuck yeah! Let's do this!"

Hiro and Tavoro fell into the training rhythm. It was like learning to dance with a different partner. Tavoro had his own mannerisms, his own pace and style. While Hiro satisfied himself with mostly cable machines in deference to his exhausted muscles, Tavoro seemed determined to show Hiro that an old bull could still lift serious weight. The hours passed. 6 P.M. became 7, 7 became 8. Tavoro finished off another water and pulled away his sweat-soaked cap to wipe his brow.

"You're good, kid. In another lifetime, you might have been one of my training partners, back in the day."

Hiro lowered his ears, speechless with honor. Tavoro invited Hiro to sit beside him. He rubbed a fatherly hand along Hiro's thigh.

"Everything okay?" Tavoro asked.

"Sure," Hiro said. He glanced at his idol, then said, "Okay, there is one thing."

Tavoro raised his eyebrows and waited.

"The Tavoro Lift."

"Ohhh! Son on a-!" Tavoro shot to his hooves. He put his hands on his hips and looked at Hiro. "Do you realize how many years it's been since I pulled that off?"

"Fifteen," Hiro said.

Tavoro rolled his eyes. "Of COURSE you know!" He shook his head, laughing. "If I tried that, my doctor would kill me!"

"You never let anyone stop you before," Hiro said.

Tavoro stared at Hiro. "Are you serious?"

Hiro stood. "I'll spot you."

Tavoro chewed on his lip in thought. He eyed Hiro and Hiro saw a glint of the old lifter's fire there in his eyes. "Okay, fox. Let's go."

They set it up together. The Tavoro Lift was the world record for a bench press. 1,100 pounds. It required a special titanium barbell to hold the excess weight. Plantinum Gym happened to stock titanium barbells as standard equipment.

The plates clanked on, row upon row of them, building up like an army. Hiro could see the worry starting in Tavoro's eyes. When the weights were ready, Hiro confronted him.

"You don't have it."

"You're right," Tavoro agreed. "If I bench that right now it'd kill me."

"Are you just going to walk away?"

Tavoro narrowed his eyes, responding to the challenge in Hiro's tone. "I've never walked away from anything."

"I don't believe you, Lawrence. Do you know what they say about you out there? They say you're a has-been. A wash-out. An old bull who's had his time in the sun and needs to make way for bigger, better, stronger guys!"

Tavoro's nostrils flared, a bull ready to charge. "Get out of my fucking way, fox."

Hiro got into position behind the bar. Tavoro stripped away his shirt. Hiro let out a soft gasp. Tavoro's skin was taut as a drumhead over his knotted, bulging flesh. Hiro was the reigning national champion, and Tavoro still had him clearly beat at 67. The light shone down on the beautiful sweep of Tavoro's heavy bovine shoulder blades, the map of his lats and rear delts. Hiro knew it all so well from photos of the bull he'd collected since high school. And now his idol was going to show Hiro what he was still capable of. Why he deserved to be Hiro's trainer.

"Ready?" Hiro called.

Tavoro nodded.

"Show the world you're still a legend," Hiro said.

Tavoro BELLOWED. Hiro grabbed the bar to either side of Tavoro's fists to hold it steady while the bull pushed the bar off the cradle. Tavoro would have to lower the bar slow and controlled or he would crush his ribs. Tavoro's face became a distorted mask, lips draw back wide from gritted blunt teeth and eyes all but invisible in his head, tiny slits of livid focus. Tavoro's muscular arms shook like power lines in a storm. He bellowed again.

"You got it! You got it!" Hiro encouraged. "It's all you, bull! Come on!"

Tavoro's eyes squeezed shut. His head rolled back. He looked crucified under the gleaming bar. The weight touched his chest. Now came the hard part. Tavoro's back arched off the pad. He ROARED. The bar barely moved. Tavoro roared again.

"Push! PUSH! PUSH!"

Hiro couldn't say anything too complicated. It would steal valuable concentration. So he just chanted the word, over and over again, while inch by tortorous inch the massive weight rose upward. Hiro caught hold of it as Tavoro straightened his arms. The bar slid into the cradle, rocking the entire assembly. Tavoro lunged to his feet, growing. Soaked in sweat.

"What do you think of THAT you son of a bitch?" Tavoro yelled at Hiro.

"I'll tell you what I think." Hiro stepped forward and cupped Tavoro's cheeks.

He kissed the bull before he could stop himself. Just a fast, wet smooch. Hiro stepped back.

"Where do you think you're going?" Tavoro mrooed. "C'mere, kiddo."

Then they were kissing for real. Lawrence Tavoro, bodybuilding legend, washing Hiro's mouth out with his tongue. Crushing Hiro against his hard body still slimy with sweat. So hot he could have fried an egg on the bull's hide. Tavoro finally relented, leaving Hiro a gasping, moaning mess. Tavoro smirked.

"How long have you wanted to do that?"

"About fifteen years," Hiro said.

"You and Burt ever...?"

Hiro shook his head. Lawrence closed the gap with him again.

"Well, I'm not Burt."

"Wait," Hiro shuddered before Tavoro could suck his face again. "You're married!"

Tavoro paused. "WAS married," he corrected. "She passed away five years ago. I thought you knew." He chuckled. "I mean, you seem to know everything else about me."

Hiro's eyes were wide but distrustful. "How can you want this if you aren't gay?"

Tavoro wrapped his burly arms around Hiro's waist. "I happen to swing both ways. And right now, I think we both need this."

Tavoro was as fantastic a kisser as Hiro'd ever imagined. Even while it happened, it didn't seem real. Hiro had pictured this moment so often in his mind that the reality almost seemed like deja vu.

Tavoro finally let up after a solid two minutes. He nuzzled Hiro's cheek. "Let's go shower, hm?"

Tavoro took Hiro there in the showers, with the warm water half muffling Hiro's barks of ecstasy. The bull was big, but manageable. And Platinum Gym staff had ready stashes of lube available for their clients. Tavoro had Hiro bent over, ass up and legs wide apart. As they rose the curve of pleasure together, the thrusts got faster, harder, until they were up against the wall, Hiro all but fucking the tiles with Tavoro bucking in and out so fast he was barely moving.

Their breath came in asynchronous, shallow shudders. Hiro already knew he wanted Tavoro to fuck him again. How couldn't he? Tavoro was more than an idol to Hiro. He was practically an object of worship. It was like having an ideal take on physical form and become a man. And as a man, Tavoro came into Hiro with a groan. Hiro felt the bull unleash. He rocked his hips to help enhance Tavoro's pleasure. He'd completely neglected himself in his desire to please Tavoro.

"Ohhhhhhh.....god...." Tavoro sighed as he finished.

Hiro hummed. He turned his head back and they kissed again. Hiro opened his eyes. Tavoro was looking at him from a few inches away, this sleepy cat expression on his bovine face.

"How're you doing, kid?"

"I'm close," Hiro said.

"Show me."

Blushing, Hiro waited while Tavoro pulled out and the turned around. Tavoro's eyes traveled from Hiro's bloated knot up the twitching red shaft to meet Hiro's eyes. Tavoro smiled coyly.

"A fox with a body like that and hung besides? You must drive gay guys out of their minds."

"What about you?" Hiro panted.

"Mmmm, don't worry, Hiro," Tavoro drawled, stepping back up against him and hugging their wet, naked bodies together against the shower wall. "You're good in my book."

"Nnnnngghhh!" Hiro moaned.

Tavoro kissed him. "What do you need?"

"Stroke it for me, sir," Hiro whispered.

Tavoro raised an eyebrow at that but closed his calloused fist around the thick cock. He brought Hiro into another Frenching while his forearm rippled and he pumped the fox's cock for him. Hiro hugged Tavoro and thrust into his grip. A few seconds later, Hiro broke the kiss to moan aloud and douse his cum down across Tavoro's heavy knuckles.

"Mmmmm....that's it," Tavoro urged. He squeezed the softening shaft in approval.

Hiro bit his lip, lying against the wall and rubbing at his forehead to try and fight the post-orgasm drowsiness. Then Tavoro nuzzled him and said the words straight from Hiro's teenage sex fantasies. "Come home with me tonight, Hiro."

Hiro glared at Tavoro. His muscular pecs heaved. "I want you, Tavoro. I want you all NIGHT."

"Share my bed with me and you can show me just how much of a fan you really are," Tavoro teased.

*

For some lucky guys, there are nights of pleasure they will remember for the rest of their lives. Sex so perfect that they lose track of everything - time, thought, even a sense of their own body. There's nothing but a sort of ball of sensation centered around their crotch where it's a white hot intense stiffness that fades into true pleasure as it spreads into the arms and legs. And it lasts for what might be minutes or what might be hours. Time only resumes once it's over.

Tonight was Hiro's night. All Hiro could think afterward, falling asleep with his back to the bull's naked chest, was how undescribably lucky Tavoro's wife had been to have a lover like that for years. Or maybe she hadn't. Maybe it was the culmination of fifteen years of build up that made the moment so beyond words.

Had anyone asked, Hiro wouldn't have been able to say what he and Tavoro did, blow by blow. There'd been more fucking, of course. Kissing that left their legs twined together while their rock hard cocks nuzzled and spewed out enough pre to fill a shot glass. Tavoro had even eaten out Hiro's ass, which it turned out that bulls' mouths were fantastic at doing. The specifics weren't important. What mattered were the feelings. The fulfillment of a forbidden life dream from Hiro. For Tavoro, maybe it was the joy of finding someone who still treated him like a celebrity.

Hiro woke up to more rain against the windows. A driving wind off the ocean sent it hammering on the glass in fits of tap dancing. Hiro sensed Tavoro's sleeping bulk beside him in the bed. He shook his head, marveling at that.

Hiro sat up to check the time on his phone. 4:43 am. Hiro was parched. He padded into the kitchen in search of water. When he came back to the bedroom, Tavoro was awake in bed, a set of glasses perched on his wide snout and a laptop open on his lap. Hiro admired the way the light from the screen cast his thick pecs into sensual relief.

Tavoro stopped typing, closed his computer and set it on the end table with his glasses. He rubbed his face a bit with a sleepy yawn.

"Hey, Hiro."

Hiro slipped back into bed. They smooched and basked in each other's warmth. Hiro felt Tavoro's member responding.

"Damn, bull."

Tavoro chuckled. "Trouble keeping up?"

"It's not that. I guess...I guess I'm just flattered that you're so into me." Tavoro lounged with his head propped up on his palm. "You know something, kid? You give yourself too little credit. Now, I know speciesism is bad. And I know, in an ideal world, every species would have its bodybuilding champions. But let's face facts, hm? Nobody bets on a canine to win an international contest."

"Except you," Hiro said.

Tavoro caressed Hiro's left ear.

"Don't dodge what I'm trying to say, Hiro. I want to be frank with you. This thing we do - bodybuilding. It's a massive strain on the body. You don't see any pro bodybuilders in their seventies for a reason. The way I figure, I've got maybe five years left. If I'm lucky."

Tavoro held Hiro's paw. "But I'm going to die happy. Because I thought I'd seen everything there was to see in bodybuilding. And then I met you."

"Lawrence...I....wow..."

"I'm not quite done yet, kid. Besides training you the best I know how, there's one last thing I can do for you to even your odds against Guntur. I can go to the press of the bodybuilding world and tell them I've found my successor. And his name is Hiro MacCarther. You can bet your ass that'll fill the stands with guys who come to watch you and cheer you on."

They embraced in the dark bed. Soft wet clicks as their tongues and mouths danced together. Hiro found Tavoro's hard left ass cheek and caressed it.

"There's greatness in you, Hiro," Lawrence whispered. "Own it."

There was no more sleep for them that night.