Double Weight
_"Do you think anybody will get that the title is supposed to be a pun on 'double date'?"
"Not a chance."_
Double Weight by Lexington Verrinder
"18...19...20!"
I lie on my back after finishing my third set of sit-ups and look up at the three faces watching me. Altos, a minotaur at some six and a half feet, stands with his arms crossed over his bare, powerfully built chest. "I guess it's a start," he says smiling.
"Well, we have to start small," explains Caen, my equine mate, with almost exactly the same height and pose.
Closer to my footpaws, a smaller voice sounds. "I don't think I could do many more." This is Miro, a rabbit just over five feet tall and of much slender build then either of the others.
I'm Zach, a red fox about one head taller than Miro, but with no greater muscle mass, which is precisely why all of us are here in only our gym shorts.
"Well, why don't we see?" says Altos. "Switch spots." I get up as Miro lays himself on the gym floor. I kneel down and put my paws on his feet while he crosses his arms and starts his own set of sit-ups. Altos and Caen count and I watch as Miro curls forwards and back, his abs barely showing through his pure white fur. Watching him, and especially his cute face with bright blue eyes, brings back fond memories of time that we've spent together. Less than a year ago, we were dating, but we mutually came to the realization that we preferred males who were much more dominant. We broke up, but we've always been best friends. Around the same time that I met Caen, he ran into Altos, and we all lived happily ever after; that's the short version. The two of them are close to 250 pounds of pure muscle each, which is pretty much Miro and I combined. So, a short while ago, Altos and Caen decided that Miro and I were far too flimsy and needed to be trained up some. And now here we are.
"Ha, twenty-five! Little bunny beat you, Z."
"Mmm?" My mind returns the present as I look up to see Caen grinning down at me.
"Daydreaming, foxy? Miro just managed five more than you in each set."
I stand up and flash him a look of fake annoyance. "I'll try again afterwards, don't worry. I want to see something from you now."
"That's not a bad idea," agrees Altos, behind me. "Let them have a break." I turn around to see him flexing his biceps. The sheer masculinity catches me off guard, and I shiver slightly. "I need to work these guns," he concludes.
The gym is actually part of Altos's house, which is massive. The gym itself isn't overly large, only four machines and a couple benches, but how many people have their own gym? Altos sits down at a vertical butterfly and starts to work on his already massive pectorals. Across from him, Caen chooses the chest press. There just so happens to be a bench between the two machines, so I sit on one end watching Caen while Miro sits with has back towards me ogling Altos.
If you've never seen an equine bodybuilder work out before, I pity you and suggest that you try it as soon as possible. The fact that there are no well-known paintings or statues of muscle-bound horses pumping iron only goes to prove that this is an experience that transcends all art forms. Caen works out for strength, so his movements are slow, rhythmic, and amazingly sensual. I watch his powerful arms and chest, a perfect chestnut colour, as they stretch and contract, muscles flexing. His head moves slowly in time with his movements, and his flowing mane follows it, hypnotizing. All the while, his dark brown eyes are fixed on mine; he knows the effect that he has on me. Very quickly, I can feel my shorts tenting. "Enjoying the show?" Caen asks with a seductive smile.
A fox can only handle so much. In an instant, I'm on my knees at his feet.
Caen says nothing, he just smiles down at me and continues his exercise. I meet his smile as my paws find the top of his shorts. Rather than remove them though, I reach a paw in through the slit in the front. Caen's composure fades a bit as he shudders and lets out a deep breath. I giggle slightly at the response and bring his cock out of the front of his shorts. I lift what's currently about seven inches of non-erect horsecock to my muzzle and take it all inside my mouth, earning another powerful shudder. Caen keeps on with his chest presses, but I can sense him slowing down as I feel his cock engorging inside my throat. With my mouth sealed tightly around his shaft, I pull my head back until only I only have the flared tip. Caen closes his eyes and breathes deeply as I take his cock in again, which, this time, is about four inches longer, so try as I might, it just doesn't all fit.
"Well now," says a deep voice from behind me. I jump slightly; I'd forgot about Altos and Miro. I turn slightly to see the two of them staring at me with my mouth full of horsemeat, a compromising position in any other company. Altos looks to Miro and chuckles softly, "You don't want to be left out now, do you?" Miro smiles and shakes his head as he hops over to Altos's machine. "That's better," Altos says as his shorts are lowered.
I turn my attention back to Caen, whose cock is now a full 16 inches. I put one paw around it, and let it slide out of my mouth. While I rub the massive length slowly, my other paw reaches into his shorts again to bring out his sizeable balls. Caen moans loudly as I wrap my mouth around his ballsack and gently suck on the heavy orbs. A matching moan resounds from Altos and I take a quick glance to see Miro bobbing back and forth quickly over his bullcock.
"Mmm...let's have a little rest," says Caen, panting slightly. I lick the tip of his cock one last time, relishing the taste of precum, and look across the room. Altos gently pushes Miro off his own shaft and nods. "I think it's only fair if we get a show now." Caen nods in agreement. "Yes... we've heard so much about your time with Miro, but a story just isn't the same without visuals."
Miro and I look at each other, not without some embarrassment. "Well," Miro says, as he walks back to the bench, "we could tell them about how good of a kisser you are." At this, my embarrassment doubles, but I stand and walk over to him anyways. "True story," I announce as I quickly embrace my old lover. With one arm around his waist, and another behind his head, I bring him towards me and our mouths lock together. Being some months since I last kissed him, I close my eyes and go back to my daydream state. Half-conscious, our tongues find their ways into the other's mouth and for an instant, time stops as I remember...
"Bravo!" I snap out of another memory and see Altos applauding lightly with his eyes open wide. My embrace with Miro slowly breaks, and I stare into his eyes for a moment. "Let's not stop there," he says softly. I flash him a sinister grin and playfully push him onto the bench. As he lies facing me, his upper body on the bench and his feet on the floor, I lean over him and steal another kiss. This time, a little more playful, a little rougher. Starting at his nose, my tongue slowly makes its way down his soft chest until it reaches his waist. His expression is filled with a longing that drives me wild as I pull down his shorts and reveal a 6 inch bunny cock, fully erect. Miro silently begs me to continue, but I give him only one lick along his shaft before standing upright again.
I walk around to the middle of the bench and straddle it so he's looking right up my shorts. I grin down at him, and then go down on all fours facing the opposite direction as him so his cock is at my muzzle, right where I want it. Without giving Miro any warning, I take his entire length inside my mouth and begin sucking on it wildly. Miro gasps out loudly and I feel his shudder throughout my body. He quickly grabs my shorts and yanks them off giving him access to a 7 inch cock of his own. As I lower my cock into his mouth, I look up at Caen, still sitting on the chest press, stroking his impressive length and giving me his seductive look again. I'm distracted for a moment as Miro pulls my balls into his mouth as well as my cock and I emit a slight yip. Not wanting to be outdone, I go deep and return the favour, causing him to moan out again. When I look up again, Caen and Altos are standing next to us whispering to each other. They chuckle to each other, and Caen moves to my end of the bench and stands in front of me. I stop for a moment, holding Miro's cock and balls inside my mouth, as I see Caen's fully erect cock in front of my face. I watch as he lowers it a bit and positions it in front of Miro's tailhole. I give him a look of slight confusion which turns quickly to surprise as I feel Altos's bullcock at my own rear entrance.
Miro is obviously as surprised as I am, as he's also taken a momentary break. Caen puts his hands on Miro's sides, and begins to push forward slowly. A moment later, Altos takes hold of me and starts to insert his own cock. Miro and I stay motionless for a moment as the massive shafts push deep into our asses. I close my eyes and moan around Miro's cock as I revel in the feeling of the penetration. Being used to Caen's cock, it's obvious to me that Altos's is somewhat thicker; I've never been stretched open this widely before in my life. Then sensation is amazing. After a long minute, Miro and I are packed full of horse and bull meat. The feeling of his Altos's heavy ballsack against mine makes me submit even further.
"Mmmm, I didn't think your fox'd be so tight after being with you this long," observes Altos, smiling. "And I'm impressed that the little bunny has so much... depth," counters Caen. He looks down to see both of us blushing strongly. "Hey now, don't stop on our accounts."
With that command, I let Miro's cock drop out of my muzzle and start to suck on his balls instead, his soft fur like velvet in my mouth. Miro chooses to keep at my shaft, sucking quite vigourously. "That's better," says Caen softly as he starts to pull his cock out. Altos follows suit, and the two of them quickly have a slow rhythm going. Altos and Caen thrust forward almost lethargically, but they hilt themselves every time, teasing Miro and I with their drawn-out movements. I try to will Altos to go faster, and as if endowed with psychic powers, Altos inquires, "How much can your fox handle?"
"Oh, don't worry about it. He likes it rough," Caen replies, grinning. "Don't you?" he adds to me. I don't reply, but blush even more. He knows me well. "Well then," says Altos, as he speeds up his thrusting a bit, "let's have ourselves some fun."
As I get Miro's cock back into my mouth and lick off all the pre leaking from it, Altos and Caen quickly accelerate. Altos now pulls out completely and slams his cock into me with every thrust, his balls slapping against mine. Miro and I moan loudly around each other's cocks with every penetration, and the sound incites even more lust in our dominators. "Mmmm... moan for us..." commands Caen. "You like that bullmeat, don't you, little fox slut?" I nod quickly to him and start to suck on Miro's shaft as fast as I can. "Better give him some more then," Caen says. "Gladly," replies Altos as he strengthens his grip on me. Altos holds on tightly and starts to fuck me with all his might. My consciousness wanes slightly as I release myself to his primal lust. I can feel my knot starting to form, and apparently Altos notices this too. "That's right... feed my bunny," he growls as he furiously pounds my abused tailhole. I try to hold out as long as I can, but Altos's pounding is too formidable a force combined with Miro's expert mouth.
I close my eyes and let the euphoria wash over me as I unload into Miro's maw. Miro greedily swallows all of my cum and quickly lets me taste his. Jets of sweet bunnycum shoot into my mouth and suck hard on Miro's cock to make sure I don't miss a single drop. "Ahh... here I come!" roars Altos as he reaches his climax. Caen gives a lazy nod of agreement, panting, as the two muscular males shoot their loads into Miro and I. My euphoria heightens as my ass is filled with bullcum, warming me inside more effectively than a homemade dinner. Miro squeals with delight as Caen shoots so much cum into him that it starts leaking onto the gym floor.
Miro and I let our spent shafts drop out of each other's mouths and the four of us lie panting heavily, relishing the afterglow. Caen and Altos stand hunched over slightly, their cocks still buried deep. After a minute or so, Caen slides his semi-erect shaft out of Miro, spilling horsecum all over the floor. "Mind doing... a bit of cleanup?" pants Caen. "Of course," I reply, as he brings his cock to my muzzle. As I happily lick his shaft clean, enjoying the contrast between Caen's musky horsecum and Miro's sweeter cum, I feel Altos pull out of my ass. "There's some more for you little bunny..." says Altos as all his bullcum spills out of my tailhole and onto his face. Miro just smiles and greedily licks up all that he can as the fur on his face becomes completely drenched.
Eventually the four of us regain enough strength to stand properly. Miro and I are a bit shaky, but our aching tailholes are a small price to pay for such an experience.
"So, is anybody opposed to working out again next week?" asks Altos.
"Not me," Miro and I reply in unison. We promptly giggle to each other.
"I guess we need showers now," suggests Caen.
"I've heard that some naughty things happen in shower rooms," I mention as we walk to the adjoining room.
"Did I mention to you two that my shower room has a hot tub?" queries Altos.
Caen and I just grin at each other as we follow Altos and Miro.