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Sweat dripped down the sides of Christopher's face as he clenched his jaw tight and lifted the barbell away from his chest. His arm and chest muscles bunched from the strain, but he was almost finished with his final set. He looked up at the friendly face of his spotter, a hyena, who was ready to catch the bar if Chris dropped it by mistake.

"Come on, Chris, just two more to go!" the hyena said enthusiastically.

Chris inhaled as he carefully lowered the barbell and then let all of the air out of his lungs as he lifted it again. His arms were starting to shake, and more sweat beaded on his forehead. Just one more. He could do it. The barbell came down once more and Chris couldn't help but grunt as he forced his tired muscles to work for him one last time. He held the barbell above him after the final lift while the hyena counted five seconds and then he helped Chris gently place the barbell on the rack above him. Chris lay on his back, panting as the hyena held out a hand to help him sit up.

"Nice job, Rudderbutt," the muscular hyena said with a playful grin.

Chris sighed sarcastically in response as he threw his towel at his spotter. "Shut up, Taylor."

"Hey, I'm being serious. You've really improved since you first started."

Taylor was right. When the hyena had convinced Chris to start weight training, Chris's build could have been described as average at best and fat at worst. Since then, he had managed to put some definition into his chest, arms, and legs while also slimming down his belly a little bit. He couldn't deny that he had made a lot of progress, but his stomach was the most difficult part of him to change. Maybe he should just leave it and settle for a more musclegut build.

"Hey, spot me would you?" Taylor said, breaking Chris out of his brief reverie.

The otter nodded and stood up from the bench to help Taylor change the weight plates on the barbell. The hyena could bench more than Chris could and it made the otter a little jealous, though he was more jealous of Taylor's defined physique. The two had been friends for a few years now, and when they had first met, Taylor had been a skinny twig. The hyena was often the one pushing Chris to go to the gym, and while he probably put in more work than the otter did, it certainly helped that Taylor's genetics were naturally predisposed to being slim. Chris, on the other hand, was the opposite.

To get where he was now, the otter had to reluctantly give up sugar and many of the junk foods that he loved, but with Taylor's help he was able to find some foods that he liked well enough and that were much better for him. Eating right was the most difficult part for Chris. Why did junk food have to be so damned tempting and delicious?

The gym that they attended was never too busy, and it was small enough that Chris knew some of the regulars by name even if he hadn't formally met them. The otter stood over his hyena friend as Taylor laid back on the bench and lifted the barbell from the rack. The hyena's reps were steady and methodical, but they began to slow when he reached rep seven. Chris followed the bar with his hands as Taylor gritted his teeth after rep nine. The otter could just barely smell Taylor's sweaty musk over his deodorant, and it made Chris's cock twitch in his jockstrap behind his gym shorts.

"Come on, stinky," he said softly above his hyena friend. "Give me one more lift."

Taylor growled at the rude moniker, but he was grinning as his arms shook and he slowly lifted the bar one last time. Chris guided the barbell onto the rack after five seconds and then helped Taylor sit up. He sniffed himself cautiously and rolled his eyes at Chris.

"I don't stink, asshole," Taylor said indignantly.

"You're right. You smell great," Chris said. "What's next? Cardio?"

"Sure. Then maybe you'll smell great too," Taylor said with a chuckle.

Chris helped the hyena stand and the two made their way to the indoor track. A tall, musclebound orca with a gut was stretching just outside of the entrance to the track. His lower jaw was white and that color continued over his chest and belly, dipping under the waistband of his red gym shorts. The rest of him was colored black except for the white on his lower legs, forearms, and hands. Chris guessed that the orca's feet were probably white as well under his gym socks and sneakers. The orca dripped with sweat and his masculine scent drifted into Chris's nostrils as the two friends passed by. The marine mammal looked the otter up and down with his gray eyes- an appraising, predatory glance that sent Chris's heart pounding in his chest with nervous desire. The orca stretched his beefy arms over his head, making fresh waves of his manly scent waft towards Chris's nose. Chris couldn't help but stare at the orca's hefty bulge in his shorts, and the otter felt as though he might faint as his shaft thickened in his jockstrap. He sucked in a breath through his lips while he watched the orca move and flex with his stretching.

Taylor tapped Chris on the shoulder and the otter noticed that his hyena friend had been holding the door to the track open for him. Chris quickly stepped inside as his cheeks and ears burned with embarrassment.

"W-who is that?" he nervously asked.

"You mean Luther? He's one of the regulars here." Taylor said with a mischievous grin. "I could introduce you if you want."

"W-what?"

"I saw the way you were undressing him with your eyes."

Chris couldn't deny that, but he had no way of knowing if Luther was also into men, and besides, the gym was no place for a hookup.

"Let's just concentrate on finishing the workout, okay?" Chris said.

"Fair enough, but let me know if you change your mind," Taylor replied with a wink as they began jogging around the track. Chris's muscles were already tired from weight training, and it took a considerable amount of effort to push himself further. Taylor seemed to have boundless energy, though, and kept urging the otter to go another lap each time the finish line approached. Chris grumbled, but was inwardly grateful that the hyena kept him going. The otter's personal goals required at least thirty minutes of cardio after each workout and there was no way he could have kept up that goal without Taylor there to motivate him.

"That's time!" Taylor gasped next to him in the middle of a lap. Chris's legs ached and his chest burned. Part of him wanted to stop right then and there, but he couldn't let Taylor beat him. The otter's heart pounded in his chest as he forced himself into a sprint for the last half of the lap.

"You, bastard!" Taylor breathlessly whined as he struggled to keep up.

Chris's lungs ached in protest and the otter gritted his teeth as his tired legs burned, sailing past the finish line before bringing himself to a slow halt. His chest heaved and he raised his arms over his head to stretch his aching body. Taylor put his hands on his knees and gasped for air as Chris turned to face him. The hyena began stretching as well, giving the otter a vindictive glare all the while.

"For someone... with your... physique... your stamina sucks," Chris quipped between breaths.

Taylor raised his middle finger, too breathless to speak. The two friends left the track and began stretching out their tired legs outside of the door. Luther was no longer there and Chris guessed that the handsome orca had either gone home or was doing the rest of his workout. The otter's white tank top was damp with his sweat and he could smell his own scent as he reached down toward his toes to stretch the back of his knees. By the time he had moved on to sitting leg stretches, his breathing and heart rate had returned to normal. Chris stood up and reached high above his head to briefly stretch his back as he waited for Taylor to finish.

"That's it for today, yeah?" the otter asked.

"I think so," Taylor replied. "Ready to hit the showers?"

The otter nodded and the two made their way to the locker room. It didn't take long for Chris to shower and change back into street clothes, even though he kept sneaking glances at Taylor's ample junk while the hyena wasn't looking. Taylor was a good friend and Chris had lusted after him for a while, but he didn't want to risk ruining the friendship by bringing sex into it. The otter thought it was pretty obvious that Taylor was gay, considering all of the innuendo the two shared and the understanding way the hyena had accepted Chris when the otter had come out to him. In any case, Chris would just have to settle for looking without touching- unless Taylor made the first move of course.

***

In his apartment later that night, Chris fixed himself one of Taylor's post workout meals as the hyena had instructed. Chris was so sick of chicken and green beans, but Taylor had gone through the effort of planning out his diet, and Chris didn't want to disappoint his friend after the hyena had put so much work into it. The otter ate while watching goofy videos on Youtube and surfing the net. It was around ten pm when he eventually decided he should crawl into bed.

As he lay in the darkness, his mind kept summoning images of Luther's flexing muscles and sweat-drenched body. Chris's uncut shaft quickly sprang to attention and he gripped the base as he groaned from lust. His tired muscles tensed as he drew a drop of precum from the tip. He rubbed the slick liquid over his sensitive cock head and under his foreskin, gently stroking his erection as he pictured his own face pressed between Luther's sweaty, musky pecs. Chris panted as the fantasy became wilder: now Taylor was pressed up against the otter's back, pushing his head down on Luther's thick erection while the hyena's own cock unceremoniously shoved its way into Chris's asshole.

Chris gasped and arched his back as he felt his nuts draw up to the base of his thick cock. Precum spurted onto his belly as Taylor thrust directly into his prostate and Luther's throbbing meat forced its way down his throat. The orca's precum was delicious, and Chris's mind swam with lust as he stroked himself faster and faster. The two studs seesawed above him, alternately shoving their dripping lengths as deep inso him as they could go. The orca's gut bumped Chris's nose while his heavy nuts slapped the otter's chin and Chris whimpered with need. Taylor's dick pistoned in and out of him with increased speed and Chris moaned as his foreskin slid over his cockhead with each thrust through his fist.

The otter panted and whimpered as his whole body tensed up, while the image of Luther's girthy erection stretching his asshole wide open swirled into his mind. He cried out in pleasure as his erection erupted thick ropes of jizz onto his quivering belly. He convulsed in bliss with each powerful spurt, the image of Luther banging him through his orgasm playing on repeat in his mind. The otter's dick twitched and spasmed as the spurts slowed and oozed the last of his cum onto his thumb. Chris panted heavily as he came down from the high of orgasm moments later and then grimaced at the mess he had made.

"Fucking libido," he grumbled as he shakily got out of bed and stepped into the shower to clean himself off.

***

Three days later, Taylor and Chris were enjoying smoothies from a crunchy, organic health food bar on their way back to the gym. Chris sipped the mango-flavored drink through his straw.

"You know, if you want to lose that gut, you should go to the gym every other day like I do," Taylor said in between slurps of his own smoothie.

Chris shrugged. "Maybe I want to keep the gut."

"Fair enough. I know some guys who like that build for sure," Taylor replied. "But you still need to keep up the diet and regular workouts to maintain that build without letting it slip back into fat."

"That's what I have you for, right?" Chris chuckled.

"I suppose," Taylor said as they entered the main, glass doors of the gym's lobby and headed for the locker room. "But you've gotta take some responsibility for your own bod at some point. Keeping track of both of our routines and diets is hard work!"

"I could always hire a personal trainer if you don't want to keep helping me," Chris said.

"With what money, Rudderbutt?" Taylor said, grinning. "Seriously, though I don't mind helping you out as long as you can take some of the work off of my shoulders."

The otter shrugged as he pulled off his t-shirt. He knew it was selfish, but Chris only wanted someone who would take care of him. Living alone sucked, work sucked, life in general sucked. He was lonely. He stared at the open locker in front of him as he sat on the bench until Taylor put a hand on his shoulder

"You okay, man?" The hyena asked.

Chris shook himself out of his funk. "Y-yeah I'm okay. Let's get started."

"You should probably finish changing first," Taylor said with a grin as he gestured down to the otter's naked body. Chris blushed as he yanked his jockstrap and gym shorts up his legs, tugging a shirt over his head before he grabbed his towel and followed his hyena friend to the weight room.

It was a long workout, and Chris felt that perhaps Taylor was getting revenge on him by making him work so hard. The otter was drenched in sweat by the time they finished and trudged back into the locker room. Taylor was in high spirits, congratulating himself for how much work he had successfully put in. Chris couldn't respond to the hyena's macho excitement, instead sitting down on one of the benches to catch his breath as Taylor stripped next to him and sauntered off to the showers.

The otter sighed, watching the hyena's ass sway back and forth as his friend walked away. His heart was still pounding from their post-weights run, but his depression from earlier was slowly sinking back in. He stood up after a short while and dejectedly pulled off his soggy shirt.

"Hey, otter," a rough voice said from Chris's left. He turned curiously and saw the orca, Luther, standing at the other end of the row of lockers, clothes damp with his own sweat. Chris stared at him.

"Are you hard of hearing?" Luther asked. "I'm talking to you."

"What do you want?" Chris countered. It came out more rude than he intended and Luther scoffed in response, folding his arms over his broad, white chest under his damn tank top.

"Your form sucks, that's what," the orca said.

Anger boiled up in Chris's gut and, perhaps foolishly, he marched over to the larger orca and glared up at him. The marine mammal's stern expression stayed the same in the face of Chris's posturing.

"What do you know anyway?" the otter asked indignantly. How dare this stranger approach him out of nowhere and get on his case for no reason!

Luther let loose a subtle growl from deep in his chest, a rumbling sound that Chris could almost feel as the orca glared down at him. "I know that you would get better gains if you concentrated on what you were doing instead of staring at your friend's cock and ass during your routine."

While Luther was not acting in a threatening manner, his tone remained firm, cold, and steady, which made it even more intimidating than the orca's looks. The orca's words cut Chris like a knife, and the otter's anger quickly rolled over into embarrassment as he realized how correct Luther actually was.

Chris suddenly felt very small as if he were a tiny ant and the orca was a giant mountain. Luther gazed at him in silence for several moments, the orca's stern eyes wandering up and down Chris's shirtless body. The otter didn't know what to do. He was paralyzed by Luther's gaze and, eventually, a smile curved the corner of Luther's lips upward. Chris's ears folded back on his head and he looked down at the floor, which brought the orca's tenting gym shorts directly into his line of sight. Chris's mouth went dry and his own dick twitched behind his jock strap.

"I saw you staring at me, 'Rudderbutt'," Luther said, putting extra emphasis on the moniker that he must have overheard Taylor using. "If looking gets you worked up, think of how much better this will be."

"W-what-?" Chris was cut off as Luther's lips pressed firmly against his and a thick orca tongue forced its way into his mouth. The otter struggled weakly as the large marine mammal's sweaty body pressed the otter's back against the lockers and that writhing tongue threatened to slide down his throat in a lewd display of dominance. Chris's heart fluttered in his chest with lust and surprise. His struggles ceased, and his own tongue began to roll around with the orca's, drawing a rumbling chuckle from the larger mammal's chest.

Chris's cheeks burned from embarrassment. Other gym goers would definitely see them. What if this got them kicked out? Luther showed no signs of stopping either, the orca's thick tongue seeming determined to explore every part of the smaller otter's mouth. Despite the butterflies whirling about in his stomach, Chris let out whimpering groans around the orca's tongue, and Luther slowly drew it back into his own mouth, grinning as Chris sucked on the long oral muscle as it retreated.

"I knew I'd like you," Luther said as he gently pushed Chris to his knees. The otter's cock strained against his jockstrap and he tugged the fabric away to let his length harden along his thigh, the tip peeking out from the leg of his shorts. His eyes went wide as Luther brazenly dropped his own strap to the floor, revealing his incredibly thick, black erection. It pulsed inches from Chris's face and the otter nervously gulped as his eyes shifted from side to side, looking for anyone who might have been watching them.

"Go on, stroke it, otter. I know you want to," Luther said.

"W-what if somebody sees us?" Chris whined.

"Fuck them. Who gives a shit?"

"B-but I- Hey!" Chris exclaimed as Luther grabbed his wrist and roughly forced him to wrap his fingers around the orca's throbbing meat. Luther moved the otter's hand down to the base, pulling the foreskin back over the orca's fat cock head. Chris's heartbeat quickened and his own erection went rigid along his thigh as the orca's musky, masculine scent invaded his nostrils. He watched the orca's precum and sweat drip from the slit at the tip of his cock and the folds of his foreskin when he pulled it back. He rolled it back up over the head and then pulled it back down, completely unaware that Luther had let go of his hand and was now gently thrusting the length through Chris's fist. He only barely noticed that Luther had removed his shirt and stepped out of the shorts that had pooled around his ankles.

"That's it. Roll it back just like that, boy," Luther softly cooed above the otter. A spurt of precum fired from the tip of his cock and struck Chris's nose. Without thinking, the otter licked it off and swooned at the delicious taste. He leaned forward and took the head of Luther's dick into his mouth; almost instantly, the orca's hands were on the back of his head, pushing his nose toward the marine mammal's sweaty groin. Before Chris was even halfway down the length, though, Luther pulled him completely off of the pulsing dick.

"On the bench, belly down," Luther commanded, and Chris was too worked up not to obey. Despite the whirlwind of butterflies in his stomach, he climbed onto the bench as instructed. The orca's thick cock hovered in front of him for only a moment before it pushed through his lips and quickly reached the back of his mouth. The otter groaned as he felt Luther's large hands gripping and kneading his ass through his shorts. He swallowed and Luther's dick pushed into his throat at the same time, bulging it with the orca's girth. As Chris felt the his shorts sliding down his legs, the orca's massive erection hilted in his mouth, and his nose bumped against Luther's crotch as the marine mammal's hefty balls pressed against Chris's chin.

Luther's hips pulled back while the orca's large hands spread the otter's ass cheeks apart. Chris's chest burned from lack of air on the long pull back, until finally the tip of Luther's dick left his throat and he hungrily inhaled a gulp of air. The orca chuckled above him as he slid his dick back into the otter's throat, but this time, his long orca tongue unceremoniously shoved its way into Chris's asshole at the same time. The otter would have yelped, but the enormous cock in his throat prevented that. Instead, his eyes rolled up into his head in pleasure and from lack of air as Luther's tongue pushed his muscled ring apart and wormed its way deep inside of him. The orca above pulled his hips back far enough for Chris to gasp and moan like a whore as Luther's tongue writhed inside of him before the marine mammal quickly thrust forward again.

Chris had stopped caring about anyone seeing them. Being the orca's toy was far too pleasurable to think of anything else. His throat bulged with each long thrust of Luther's cock into his gullet and that thick, talented tongue opened his hole up like nothing had ever done before. When he could breathe, the orca's masculine scent permeated the area around him and filled his lungs with heady air that made his own cock drip precum onto the bench under him. Each time the marine mammal's balls slapped his chin and that tongue went as deep as it could into him, Chris's heart thudded with desire in his chest.

Several minutes of sucking and rimming went by before Luther slowly pulled both his tongue and cock from the panting, shuddering otter. The orca easily lifted Chris from the bench and sat down, dropping the otter into his lap, facing him. Chris now became aware that they were no longer alone. In fact, several of the other gym patrons were actively watching them with their arousal quite apparent. Some were even jerking off, and it was clear that Luther was getting off on it from the way that the orca's cock twitched and throbbed between Chris's ass cheeks.

"See? I told you they wouldn't care," Luther said with a grin. The orca flexed one of his black arms and brought the bunched bicep it close to Chris's face. "Lick it, Rudderbutt."

Chris dragged his tongue along the orca's sweaty arm, sheepishly glancing at the onlookers with his ears folded back on his head in embarrassment. He subconsciously squeezed Luther's firm pecs as he licked and the orca let out a pleased grunt in response.

"Pinch 'em, boy," Luther growled into Chris's ear and the otter dragged his tongue back toward the orca's chest, squeezing one of the marine mammal's black nipples in between his thumb and forefinger. "Fuck yeah," Luther hissed, raising his arm over his head. A heavy hand on the back of the otter's head pushed his nose into the orca's armpit, and Chris moaned at the intense, manly scent. He squeezed the nipple harder as his tongue ran over the musky pit flesh and Luther groaned aloud, cock throbbing against the otter's rump.

The orca glanced over at the onlookers and shot them an arrogant grin as he stealthily grabbed a bottle of lube from the floor next to the bench, while Chris was distracted worshipping the orca's pit, nipples, and flexing pecs. Luther squeezed some of the slick lubricant onto his hand and then reached down, smearing it over his thick length. Two slippery fingers rubbed against Chris's asshole, and the otter groaned into the orca's chest as the digits slid inside. The orca's tongue had somewhat loosened the otter's hole already, and the fingers were quickly moving back and forth inside of him, spreading his entrance wide open. Chris moaned in response, hesitantly pushing back toward Luther's hand. Chris bashfully looked away from their audience of men as he gave in to the pleasure. He clung to Luther's muscular chest and the orca responded by shoving his tongue back into Chris's mouth. The otter hungrily rolled his own tongue around the marine mammal's oral muscle as those fingers sunk deep and pressed firmly against his prostate-

"W-what the fuck!?" Taylor exclaimed as he came back from his long shower.

Chris's neckfur stood on end in shame as the hurricane of butterflies within him battered his stomach with thousands of wings. But Luther's tongue kept him from speaking, and the orca showed no signs of stopping. The orca gave the hyena an appraising, sidelong glance as his tongue rolled around in Chris's mouth.

"U-um," Taylor stammered as he watched the lewd scene.

Luther stood, easily lifting Chris in his arms. He slid his tongue back out of the otter's mouth and turned him around, sliding his jockstrap off and gently placing him on all fours on the bench. The orca's cock tip pulsed and drooled precum against Chris's tailhole as Luther prepared to spear him.

"T-Taylor, I can explai- AH!!" Chris yelped as the girthy length shoved passed his anus and inner sphincter in one thrust. The otter's dick spasmed under him, spitting precum onto the bench as Luther's cock pushed inside all of the way to the wide base. Chris shuddered in bliss and, in spite of his shame, pushed back into the muscular orca above him. Luther's pecs sandwiched his head from behind and the marine mammal's gut pressed into the small of his back, heavy balls twitching against his.

The orca looked over his shoulder at Taylor and grinned. "Like what you see?" He asked in that cocky voice.

The hyena seemed confused until he realized just how hard he had become from the spectacle. Taylor felt embarrassed heat rushing to his face, making his cheeks and ears burn. He rubbed the back of his neck in shame. "Y-yeah I guess," he replied.

Luther beckoned to him. "Better get that tongue of yours to work on my balls, then, boy." The orca pulled back half of his dick and then slammed it forward, forcing a whorish moan from the otter trapped beneath him. Taylor heard a gasping grunt from his left and turned to see a handsome, pudgy stallion shooting his cum onto the floor. The hyena's cock throbbed all the harder and he quickly approached Luther from behind, carefully taking one of the orca's baseball-sized testicles into his mouth.

Luther huffed and grunted in approval as he set into a steady, pounding rhythm. Taylor rolled over onto his back on the bench, stroking his own cock as he sucked on the orca's sweaty, musky balls. Chris whined and groaned under the orca's powerful thrusts, panting beneath Luther's crashing hips and warm embrace. The orca panted into his ear, licking the otter's sweaty fur with that lovely tongue. Chris realized that he had really wanted this ever since he had first seen the muscular orca stretching. He no longer cared that strangers were watching. Let them! The otter hoped that seeing him being used like this got each and every one of them off. He clamped his asshole around Luther's cock deliberately, drawing a low groan from the orca's powerful chest.

"Oh yeah," Luther said. "Milk daddy's cock with your hole."

"Fuck me," Chris whispered.

"What was that, boy?" the masculine orca replied as he gave the otter a few particularly strong, deep thrusts.

"F-fuck me, daddy!" Chris wailed as the depth Luther's dick reached made him see blissful stars.

Luther growled in approval as his shaft battered the otter's prostate. "That's my boy. Gonna breed that sweet ass of yours."

The orca's nuts pulled out of Taylor's mouth as the orca hilted and then bumped the hyena's nose on the pullback. Taylor scooted himself forward so that his head was between Chris's legs, and he ran his smooth tongue along Chris's taint and against Luther's thick, black cock each time it slid out of the otter's quivering, clenching asshole.

Grunting moans filled the locker room, but not only from the three on the bench. The onlookers began to cum from the deliciously depraved fucking before them, and that made Luther's dick even harder inside of Chris's clenching entrance. The orca grunted, slamming his balls against Taylor's lower jaw each time his cock hilted in the otter, and Chris felt that all too familiar tingle of approaching orgasm rising up inside of him.

Luther panted heavily above Chris, sweat seeping into the otter's fur as the orca's hilting thrusts became erratic. "I'm gonna fill you. Make you pregnant with my seed," the orca grunted into Chris's ear.

The thought of carrying the orca's cubs and Luther's throbbing length battering his prostate sent the otter over the edge. He cried out in bliss as his entire body spasmed and his cock erupted ropes of hot, thick semen onto the bench. His hole clamped down repeatedly on the massive orca dick inside of him, and Luther rumbled his pleasure in response. However, the marine mammal continued to thrust, his girthy shaft forcing the otter's asshole to stay stretched open even through Chris's intense climax.

Taylor brought his free hand up to squeeze one of Luther's nuts and the orca moaned. "Play with my asshole, hyena!" came the order, and Taylor obeyed, sliding two fingers inside of the orca's muscled ring with surprising ease. His thumb rubbed the rim as his digits dug into Luther's prostate and made the orca arch his back. Luther gasped and grunted, huffing in ecstasy above Chris as he thrusts sank as deep as possible.

"G-gonna breed you, boy!" He groaned. "Ready for my cubs?"

"Y-yes, daddy," Chris gasped, trying to milk the orca's dick in spite of his aching muscles. "Fill me please! I need your cum!"

"Good boy!" Luther hissed as he gave one last powerful thrust, his nuts twitching against Taylor's lower jaw as the hyena's tongue flicked against the base of his thick cock and Chris's stretched hole. The orca's shaft throbbed thickly as heavy shots of thick spunk fired deep into Chris's guts. The otter whimpered happily as Luther's jizz spread warmth through him and sent his head spinning in a lusty haze. The orca's musk surrounded him, it was the only thing he could smell when he inhaled. Luther hunched his hips a few more times against him as if making sure he was shooting his cubs as deep as possible into the otter's quivering, willing ass.

Despite the depth of the grunting orca's thrusting, Chris's hole still couldn't contain the torrent of cum firing into him, and several hot spurts oozed out around Luther's pulsing cock. Taylor moaned hungrily as he licked Luther's potent, delicious semen from Chris's taint. The hyena dug his fingers into Luther's prostate through the orca's powerful climax and the taste of still more of Luther's cum drove the hyena crazy with lust.

The orca slowly pulled his dick from Chris's ass, leaving the exhausted otter panting face down on the locker room bench. His asshole dripped with Luther's seed and Taylor gathered a mouthful of it in his hungry mouth, moaning before he swallowed. His fist pumped his hyena meat eagerly, bringing himself closer to his own orgasm.

Luther, however, pulled the hyena backwards away from Chris, and Taylor was about to protest until the orca's fat cock pushed past his hungry lips and down his throat. He could still taste the orca's cum, and he squeezed his eyes shut as Luther's balls pressed against his nose and he felt the marine mammal's shaft bulging his throat with its girth. Taylor's eyes rolled up in his head from pleasure as Luther thrust into his maw a few times and sent him over the edge. His dick spurted lines of cum up onto his chest and abs, making his whole body shake both from bliss and from lack of air.

Luther slid his well-cleaned cock from Taylor's mouth when the hyena's climax slowed to a trickle, and Taylor gasped thankfully when the length left his lips.

"I think you boys could use a personal trainer like me," the orca said confidently as he rubbed Chris's ass and Taylor's pecs with his strong hands. Both otter and hyena nodded tiredly in response. "Great! Let's hit the showers and get something to eat. We can discuss your new workout schedules over dinner, my treat."

Luther hopped up from the bench and Taylor shakily got to his feet, helping Chris do the same shortly after. Their audience was grinning at them, and they got more than a few thumbs up as they passed the onlookers by to head to the showers. Chris hoped their antics wouldn't get their memberships revoked, but Luther didn't seem to be worried about it. The otter didn't know if Luther was any good at actually training people, but he couldn't deny that he deeply wanted that girthy orca dick firing his cum deep inside of him again.

And maybe- just maybe- Luther was someone who would finally take care of him.

END