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The hulking spider did what came naturally to him, pressing that weight up and down. The practiced motion of lifting it over his chest and back down to his shoulders was ingrained in his body. His arms tensed as he held the dumbbells at the bottom of the motion for a fraction of a second, and his chest rose and flexed at the peak of the upward motion. Most knew him just by sight, someone you admired from afar for his dedication and results from across the gym. There were only a few, including the staff, who knew him as Gorgon. True, it was the general name used for mythical creatures like Medusa, a female, but there was no doubt that this Gorgon was all male. Powerful legs, held up his enormous body, adorned with a chiseling pack of abs, broad chest, bulging arms, and a thick neck. His face wasn't terrible, but it held a constant sour-look. Give him any guff, you'd likely not live to tell the tale. If you were lucky, you'd just end up "turning to stone" from his icy glare.

There was another arachnid-like patron of that gym. Like Gorgon, he was a truly fine specimen of an arachnid. Not just an arachnid though, an arachnoWOLF. Tommy had brown, short and fluffy fur covering his entire sculpted body: from his six, strong and defined arms; to his thick chest; down his tight six-pack; to the bottom of his sturdy, cut legs. Behind him flowed a medium-lengthed, dark brown tail. He still retained his arachnid-type fangs, but his glistening and suggestive smile helped take off some of the edge his fangs gave him.

If you looked at the muscular arachnids side-by-side, you wouldn't be able to tell who was the bigger one. Did it matter though? Not to the onlookers at the gym--those who stopped mid-rep in lifting their weight racks or those who paused right in the middle of a half-hour jog. Some looked on in envy, some for inspiration, and many looked with a secret lust in their eyes. They seemed unapproachable though, for several different reasons. The most common reason was because of how fierce they looked. Nevermind the sharp canines protruding from their mouths, but the fact they had 3 different pairs of arms, swelling and flexing with tension, you wouldn't dare mess with them. The again, how could one not stop and at least take a quick look? That wasn't the reason the onlookers stopped today though.

Gorgon had just finished his fifth set of dumbbell flies for his third set of arms. His pecs protruded from his body, straining his shirt with their swollen size, the cleft between them visible from the sweat that soaked the shirt. 'Okay, time for shoulder presses,' he thought. Instead of reaching for his usual 40 lb. dumbbells, two of his arms went for the 25s. They reached them just as another set of hands touched them. The strange hands were covered in brown fur. Follow the outline of the toned and bulging arm and you'd be staring at the grinning figure of Tommy. Gorgon clenched his jaw, a slight hiss escaping him. That's when the gym started to gain their attention.

Gorgon's hand clenched on the dumbbell. "You mind letting go of that, bub?" he said, spitting out the last word.

"Hmm, no." Tommy's hand held firmly to the dumbbell.

Gorgon's teeth ground while Tommy just kept his cocky grin. "What do you mean, 'No?'" he spat.

"Exactly what I said. No."

"Why you little--"

"Ah, ah, ah," Tommy said with a waggle from one of his free hands. "We're in public. Watch the language."

Gorgon growled and the crowd from behind gasped. Tommy just stood still, as cool-headed as he was before. The enraged spider barked, "Do you know who I am?"

"No. Am I supposed to?"

"You...Fine then," he said, adopting his own grin. "The name's Gorgon. That's all you need to know."

"Gorgon? Hmm...isn't that the name for one of those mythological creatures like Medusa was?"

"I ain't a woman!"

"Whoa, chill, man. I never said anything of the sort."

"But you implied it!"

"Sounds to me like you were putting words in my mouth."

"I've had enough of your attitude, wimp. Let go of the dumbbell and maybe I'll overlook your backtalk." The crowd was cowering. When was Gorgon going to pummel him to death? Tommy looked quite strong, but no one ever messed with Gorgon.

Tommy glared. "Why should I?"

"Because I run this gym," he replied, indicating towards himself.

"Oh?" Tommy craned his head towards the front where the gym staff was taking shelter. "Hey! Does he own this place?" The staff disappeared behind the counter. "Hmm. It doesn't seem like it. And I didn't see your name above the door to this building, so I hardly think that you have the right to say that you OWN this place."

"Damn you, you freak!" Tommy couldn't stop him from swearing this time.

Tommy's jaw clenched. "Tell you what, Gorgon," he said, mockingly emphasizing his name, "I know an easy way to settle this."

"Oh, as do I, weakling."

"We'll solve this right here and now." He looked to the side. A golden retriever stared at the two of them. His tail was between his legs, but there was a slight bulge in his gym shorts. Tommy grinned. "Hey you." The dog perked up. "Yeah, you. Push that high bench over here for me would ya?"

The golden retriever nodded and pushed it over as quickly as he could, pushing it between Tommy and Gorgon. He managed to keep himself as far away from Gorgon as possible. "Thanks," Tommy said with a wink and a grin to him. The dog wagged his tail and backed away to behind Tommy.

The arachnowolf turned his attention towards his opponent. "We'll decide who gets to use it first," he slammed a free arm on to the bench, "by arm wrestling."

"Arm wrestling?" Gorgon's fanged grin grew wide. "Heh, sure. Sounds fair enough. It'll make up for the lost workout time I've wasted on you." He set an arm on the bench beside Tommy's. "Though I hardly think it'll be much of a challenge."

Tommy just grinned. "Golden boy."

The retriever from before spoke. "Me?"

"Yeah. What's your name?"

"Um, Dash, sir."

"Dash? Heh, small world."

"Huh?"

"Nevermind. Anyway, you mind doing me a favor and officiating for us?"

"Oh. Sure!" His tail wagged faster. Dash's tongue stuck out as he brought his paws over the two conjoined arachnid hands. "Ready?"

Tommy's cool demeanor from before returned. He nodded, staring at Gorgon.

Gorgon smirked, amused that the weakling looked so confident. He was going to enjoy showing him who was boss. He nodded.

The crowd moved in closer. Their workouts could wait for the moment. Someone was going to try and one-up Gorgon. Some were even curious if the brown-furred arachnowolf's hand would shatter in Gorgon's mighty grip. Dash removed his paws.

Gorgon pushed against the arachnowolf's arm, giving it a test. No movement. Gorgon's arm didn't budge from Tommy's push either. 'Heh, this should be a little more entertaining than I thought.' The spider's arm tensed, muscles bunching to exert more force. The arachnowolf's arm did the same, but the spider's arm started to lean back. The crowd suddenly came alive. There were cheers and cajoles, and gasps of awe. They were even starting to take bets.

Gorgon grunted. 'Damn, this guy's a bit stronger than I thought. Time to up the ante.' With a grunt, Tommy's arm returned to the center and leaned back. Tommy's grin broadened. The gym-goers hooted and hollered with excitement. The combatants' muscles tightened, pressing against the other's force, moving little in either direction. Sweat beaded on Gorgon's brow. Tommy exhaled sharply through his nose. The veins in their arms pulsed in sharp relief as they continued to struggle against each other.

'Damn. Who is this guy?' Gorgon thought. 'How is he still holding up against me?' Gorgon's arm leaned backward. 'Not again!' He clenched his jaw and pushed up. His hand moved closer to the bench. The crowd grew anxious. Another press and Gorgon's arm was halfway back. 'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!' He squeezed and tensed his shoulder and arm. His biceps peaked, showing it's mass and superiority, but it was in vain. Slam! Gorgon's hand hit the bench.

Tommy's arm was raised in the air. "The winner!" Dash shouted. The crowd cheered for Tommy's victory.

"Damn it!" Gorgon pounded the bench. The metal creaked. "You cheated! You must have!!"

"Hey!" Dash barked, standing between him and Tommy. Even though he was a head shorter than Gorgon, the dog's stare and sudden defensive posture threw Gorgon back. "I was watching the entire time. It was a fair game."

"Like I care what you think, weakling."

"That's it, Gorgon," commanded a tigress from the staff desk. She had a sleek and athletic figure, befitting of one who wore a nametag above her breasts baring the name "Manager". "I think it's time you hit the showers. Go cool off."

"Say what?!"

"Now! Or I'll revoke your membership and have the cops deal with you." She pointed toward the men's locker room.

Gorgon blanked. He stared at the manager, all seriousness in her eyes. The gym goers looked just as sour. He saw his nemesis, his grin gone. Was that pity on his face?!

The spider growled and stomped over to the locker rooms. He heard, "When you come out, we'll have a little talk reminding you of the code of conduct." There were other noises, but he didn't give a damn about them. 'Pity?! Damn him! Damn him!' A fist slammed into a locker.

"Gorgon!" a female voice roared. "You're already in enough trouble. Don't add property damage to your offenses."

At least the locker he dented was his own. It opened with just a little more effort than usual. There was nothing for her to get upset about. Besides, he was the one who had the right to be upset. "Damn it," he cursed as he stripped off his sweat soaked shirt. It clung to his round shoulders and chest as he pulled it up. His abs were coming back in nicely. "I've got 4 weeks left 'til competition," he muttered. "I can't spend the extra time trying to find a new gym." He grabbed his towel and shampoo with his upper hands and used his primary ones, the middle ones to let down his shorts. "That guy was stronger than I thought." He strode to the shower room mirror, taking in the view of his musculature. "We're about the same size too, so how did he do it?" He raised his six arms and flexed them into a sextuplet biceps pose. His eyes roamed his arms. "There," he said to himself. "The middle left one has a smidge less mass than the others. And the top right needs some more vascularity." The arm that he wrestled with though was his bottom left one. "That must be it. My right side is the dominant one. Damn it. I was careless."

Satisfied at discovering the fluke, he let his arms down and took one of the back shower stalls. The hot water plinked on the cool, tiled floor. It didn't take long for some steam to build up. After soaking his body, his arms scrubbed the shampoo and cleanser along his shell. 'Where did that guy come from anyway?' he thought. 'I hadn't seen him before until now.' Hands scrubbed along his forming abdominals. 'I must admit, he does have a nice body. I suppose the twerp deserves that much respect for his dedication.' His fingers rubbed along his mountainous pecs. 'Still, how is he stronger than me? I'm the one training for a competition. I should be the stronger one.' An arm wandered towards his nethers. 'I think I'll keep taking my mass supplement for another week. That should help put me over the edge. I'll have to hit the cardio hard after this...after dealing with the tigress that is.'

As he cleaned, he began to rub his genitals. 'Mmm. I'll be quite big. That'll show them I'm the stronger one. Yeah.' He imagined himself on stage, doing his routine in his tight red poser. His muscles were engorged and looked sleek from the rubbing oil on his carapace. The lights hit him at the right angle to show off his definition as well. The routine was perfect. There were cheers and longing stares from the crowd. "Oh yeah. So sexy," he muttered. His cock reeled out from his body, looking thick and slick in his large hands. "Mmm, it's been a while since I--No." He took his hand away from his groin. "Not until you show them all that you're the best. Besides, it'll help to hold it in, right?" A furred, brown tail slinked around the corner, away from the showers.

The tigress was miffed at Gorgon for damaging her property and terrorizing her patrons. Through some pleading and paying of a moderate fine, enough to pay for a new locker, Gorgon left that day with his gym membership in tact.

Four weeks passed, and it seemed like the spider had never left that gym. All of his free time was spent at that facility, lifting weights, running on the treadmill, and pounding his body into the shape that would most show off his physique. He hadn't seen that "wimpy" arachnowolf since that day. Good riddance so Gorgon thought.

Backstage at the Amateur Multi-Limbed Muscled Man Competition, Gorgon looked very impressive. It was almost like he had imagined himself a month ago back in the gym showers. He rubbed the oil over his corded forearms, being sure to catch the crevices and veins that snaked along the limbs. His back flared wide, giving him a sloped, V-shaped silhouette. Thousands upon thousands of crunches brought back his abs. He was quite proud how they looked right above the tight red poser covering his groin. His legs were solid, baring the weight of a 270 lb tank of a spider. He grinned at his reflection with pride. He had gained 10 pounds since the last Multi-Limb Competition.

He took in the sight of his competitors as they busied themselves with their routines and warm ups. Gorgon received some quick looks and grinned, amused. 'They've got nothing on me. This competition is in the bag.'

"Well, look who we have here."

Gorgon turned and his face went red. What was HE doing here? It was none other than that blasted arachnowolf, Tommy, who had bested him 4 weeks ago.

"Fancy meeting you here...Gorgon, right?" The spider looked Tommy over. Tommy had improved since they last met as well. He was huge! Each of his six arms held a stunning amount of mass while looking extremely defined. His chest jutted out and held a deep crevice between his pectorals. His legs looked like carved tree trunks. His eyes also noticed the deep blue posers. They were quite "snug".

'He's...big,' Gorgon thought. "Wh-what are you doing here, weakling?"

"Come now, Gorgon. Do you really think that this," he flexed his six arms proudly, "looks 'weak'?"

Gorgon had to admit that it was a poor choice of words. "Look, I-I never got your name before."

"Tommy."

"What?"

"The name. It's Tommy."

"Ergh. Fine then, Tommy," he spat his name. "What are you doing here?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm in the competition too."

"Yeah, since when?"

"Since before we ran into each other. I've been training for this for the last 6 months."

"Well, as have I." Not to be outdone, Gorgon showed the arachnowolf his own stunning arms.

"Hmm." Tommy grinned. "Not bad at all. I'd say we're evenly matched."

"Matched? Bah. I've got this thing in the bag."

"Is that a fact?"

"Yeah!"

Tommy's expression widened. "Well then, if you're so sure, let's make it interesting."

"Heh-heh. Okay then, Tommy." Gorgon spat his name again. "What are the stakes?"

"Simple. Loser gives the winner a blow job."

"What?!" Gorgon jumped back into the lockers. A few looked for a moment then returned to their preparations.

"You heard me. A competition between the two of us. Whoever places lower has to give the winner a blow job."

"Are you crazy? What kind of twisted game are you playing?!"

"Oh. I thought you were sure you were going to win." Tommy smirked, challenging Gorgon to prove him wrong.

Gorgon's jaw clenched. "I AM going to win." He grumbled in contemplation. "Heh, fine then. I'm going to enjoy watching you suck my cock."

"We'll see about that." Tommy stuck out a hand to the spider. The spider hesitated for a moment before taking it into his own. Good grip, just like before.

'Perhaps this'll be interesting after all,' Gorgon thought.

Both competitors watched their competition from backstage. Like the spider had thought, they didn't have much to really call "competition". There was one millipede that made a good show of highlighting his multiple sections of abs. He could have taken more time to display the multiples of arms he had in various different flexes. A simple lack of creativity. As they watched the others strut themselves around on stage, they passed the time by talking to each other. It wasn't much more than observations about what others did right, what they did wrong, what body parts they should have spent more time training. They usually found themselves in agreement, almost uncannily.

'This guy knows his stuff. I suppose he would, having a body like that. Heh, I'm going to really like seeing him go down on me.'

"You're up next, right?"

"Huh?" Gorgon asked, being broken of his train of thought.

"After the beetle, you're next, right?"

"Oh, uh, yeah."

'Crap! Did he think I was staring at him?!' he thought.

"Um, I'll go get myself psyched," he covered.

"Good luck," Tommy called. "You're going to need it."

"Heh, right. Start stretching that jaw of yours. You'll be down for a long time."

Gorgon had the audience eating of the palms of his hands. The moment he stepped out on stage, the crowd was in awe of the goliath spider. The lights had hit his body just right to show how much time he had put into his definition. His routine focused in showing off his arms--performing double bis, triceps extensions, and most musculars at the same time. His routine was a beefy buffet for the eyes. The crowd roared their approval as he held his final pose for the judges.

He met Tommy backstage. "Very nice, Gorgon."

"Heh, thanks. Ready to give up?"

"You wish I was. Hey, are you thirsty?"

Confused, Gorgon responded, "No, why?"

"Might want to drink some water anyway. I like the mouths around my cock to be moist."

Gorgon growled and Tommy chuckled. "Alright then. Get ready for a show."

"Heh, you think you can beat mine? They went nuts out there."

"Yes, and they'll go insane once they see me."

With that, Tommy stepped out on stage. The reaction was almost instantaneous. The crowd was hungry for more meat, and they got it with Tommy. Gorgon did a double take when he saw Tommy wave to the screaming onlookers. He hadn't noticed how wide and thick his back was until he was out on stage. The first pose he did looked magnificent. The lights made it seem like he was even bigger than he was backstage. Gorgon's jaw hit the floor when he pulled a most muscular and grunted loudly. The resulting roar from the audience was deafening. "He's really...wow," Gorgon muttered. He felt his poser get tighter around his groin. "Shit! I can't have him see me like this. That's like admitting defeat." He tried to make his mind think of other things, but the lights and the cheering always brought him back to staring at Tommy and his fantastic muscles. He performed his final pose, and Gorgon heard clapping from behind him. A few of the other bodybuilders had watched and were impressed with the arachnowolf. Gorgon figured it was okay to clap too.

As Tommy turned though, Gorgon took a leaning position against the wall to appear casual. Tommy was grinning. "Well?"

"Heh. Gotta admit. It was nice."

"Mmhm."

"What's that for?"

"Oh, nothing." His nonchalance didn't convince Gorgon though. The arachnowolf was good, but so was he. He just had to wait for the judges' decision.

At the end of the ceremony, Gorgon, Tommy, and 3 other competitors were standing on stage. They were the top 5 bodybuilders. In the goliath spider's mind, the other 3 were nothing. He and Tommy were fighting for 1st and 2nd. The envelope was opened. The announcer, a buff former-bodybuilding champion shark spoke. "Before I announce the winner, I must say that I was very impressed with the level of fitness that I've witnessed here today. It's very clear that all of these anthros are dedicated and are experts in shaping the body. I'm excited to see what will come in the future from faces and physiques like these." He cleared his throat. "The competition was close, but there can only be one winner. And that winner is..."

Gorgon stood at his locker, holding his trophy. Second place wasn't bad at all. But not even the shark's accolades could stop Gorgon from clutching his head. 'How?! What did I do wrong?! What did I miss?!!'

"Damnit!" he shouted. His hard fist slammed into the locker. There would be no way to open this one again.

"Hey."

Gorgon turned. He spat, "What do you want, arachnowolf?!"

"I just...wanted to congratulate you."

"What for?" he growled.

"For a great performance. It was really close."

"Yeah," he muttered. "Three fucking points."

"If it helps, I really thought you were going to win."

"I don't need your pity," he said coldly.

Silence. Then Tommy said, "You inspired me, you know."

The goliath spider was confused. "What?"

"Remember our arm wrestling match? You almost beat me there too. I was training and the fact that you almost got me, inspired me to push harder. I just wanted to thank you for that."

"Yeah well, I was pissed that you beat me. In all honesty, I could tell that you were strong, but I had a reputation of being the big guy at that gym. You put me in my place. I was going to show you and everybody up by winning this...Now I don't even have that...So go ahead. Laugh it up. Rub it in my face. Do what you want."

Tommy was stoic. "...Alright. If that's what you want." In a moment, Tommy spun Gorgon on his heels to face him, pinned his arms against the damaged locker, and kissed him while he pushed his eager groin into the goliath spider's own.

Gorgon stiffened, softened, then stiffened his body again. "Mmmph! What are you doing?!"

"Doing what I want. You said I could."

"Yeah, but--"

"Stop talking." Tommy kissed him again.

Gorgon struggled once more. "Waimph...Wait!" He pushed himself against Tommy, grappling against him. "What's going on?! Are you gay or something?"

"No. Does it matter?" He pushed back.

"Matter?! You kissed me!"

"Yeah, so?"

"So? Isn't that gay?!" Gorgon threw him back.

"Many would consider it that. I prefer girls, but I do appreciate a good body though." Gorgon could clearly see how much Tommy "appreciated" his body as his poser stretched away from his groin. A dark spot was forming there. "I say that you do to."

Gorgon looked down. His own hard-on was standing out against his red poser. His own pre stain mirrored Tommy's. He covered his groin with his hands and blushed. "I, uh, that is. I mean--"

Tommy gently grabbed Gorgon's arms and pulled them away from his groin. "Relax, Big Guy."

"Big Guy?"

Tommy chuckled. "Yeah. Big Guy."

Gorgon blushed. "I...I'm not gay, you know."

"Of course."

"I just...Muscle really turns me on."

"Mmm, you're in good company then." Tommy rubbed Gorgon's large upper arms. The skin shivered beneath his furred hands. "You okay?"

"Yeah...I just...don't get touched much. I'm not exactly seen as an approachable guy." Gorgon felt his poser become even tighter.

"Yeah, you and your legendary stony stare." The goliath spider felt a bit of extra pressure against his groin. He thought Tommy was pressing into him, but a look down showed that it was Gorgon who was doing the pressing, a pair of hands circling Tommy's waist.

"Um...Listen, I'm sorry about...being mean to you and all."

"Heh. What's this about?"

"Well it's just, you know, my pride was wounded and I was angry and crap. But today, seeing you out there and us commenting and shootin' the breeze, you're...not really a bad guy."

"Well thank you, Big Guy. You know, it's very interesting, seeing you all shy like this. It's very cute."

"I, um, uh..." Gorgon blushed again. Before he could protest further, his mouth was sealed by a pair of fanged lips. It was slow at first, tentative. Gorgon was embarrassed, but he felt Tommy squeeze him and caress him, his furred fingers tracing the outline of his shoulders and triceps. It felt so nice. The worries he held on to seemed to disappear. His body relaxed and his own arms enveloped and rubbed Tommy's back. Gorgon's jaw lowered, and Tommy snuck his tongue into the spider's warm, open cavern. The soft flesh creeped over sharp teeth, dangerously close to being pricked. Moans rumbled in their thick chests.

Sleek posers rubbed against each other. Tommy's hips pivoted, pushing into Gorgon's aching erection. "Oh, Tommy," he muttered. The arachnowolf's tail swished eagerly behind him. A deep murr escaped his mouth when Gorgon ran a pair of hands down his tapered waist and squeezed his ass. "Mmm, nice and tight," Gorgon softly hissed. "You were very hot when you were on that stage."

"Oh, really?" Tommy rumbled.

"Mmhm. I...was very enticed."

He chuckled. "Well, it's hard to hide something like this," he grabbed Gorgon's groin, resulting in a moan from the goliath spider, "when you're wearing something like that."

Tommy's furred hand rubbed the red package. "Nnnn! Mmmm~" Gorgon's hands gripped the arachnowolf's solid arms, broad shoulders, and tight ass. He pressed himself into Tommy's hand.

"Heh, eager aren't we?" Teeth flashed. "But that's not happening until I get off."

"Huh?"

Tommy reached for his poser. "You remember our bet, right? Don't think I'm gonna let you slide just because you're hot." The blue fabric was pulled down. Its contents freed, the sheath and balls showed their pride, standing at full attention. "The only sliding you'll be doing is with your mouth around this." He held his cock and pointed the slick head at the goliath spider.

"Um..."

"Come on, a bet's a bet."

"But I've never..."

"Never what?"

"...Got a guy off before."

"That's rather obvious, and it's nothing to be ashamed about."

"Yeah, but...I don't know what to do."

"Just...do what you'd imagine it would be like if you were getting sucked off."

He tentatively got on in his knees. The aching, pulsing shaft seemed thicker up close. Behind it, the beginnings of a knot could be seen. "Hey," Tommy softly rumbled above. He stroked Gorgon's head. "It's okay. Just relax and take it slow. I'll let you know if you're doing something wrong." Tommy thought he heard a purr from the goliath spider. A bead eked out of his cock's head. "See? It likes you already."

"Heh-heh. Yeah."

"Go ahead. Give it a taste."

Gorgon brought his face closer. His tongue reached and brushed under the head and caught the bead of pre. Tommy chuckled out a moan of approval from above. "How is it?"

Gorgon let the taste sit with him for a moment. "N-not bad. Kind of like...watered down cream."

"Want more?"

"I...wouldn't mind." Gorgon smiled up at him, and the expression was returned.

"Well then, get to it, Big Guy."

Strong hands gripped the arachnowolf's solid thighs, perhaps a little too tight. First time giving a blowjob can be a bit of a daunting task, especially when you have 7 inches of meat pointing right at you. Gorgon pushed himself through though. His tongue stuck out and licked under the head again. Tommy chuckled lightly in pleasure, smiling at Gorgon's approach. A furred hand rested on Gorgon's shoulder, its placement comforting. Gorgon's pink tongue stretched out and rubbed the flesh this time. Tommy's hand and the warmth from his cock soothed his mind. His shoulders fell and his face leaned in closer. He could smell the arachnowolf's masculinity and arousal. The spider's tongue lapped gingerly along Tommy's length, almost of it's own accord.

"Ohhh~ Mmm. Yes, that's right," Tommy rumbled.

It felt nice, hearing Tommy's satisfaction and feeling the gentle spasms of his cock as his tongue curved around its thickness. Gorgon felt Tommy's legs tense beneath his hands. His breathing deepened. The spider's tongue licked up and down Tommy's rod, sweeping up his pre and leaving Gorgon's cool saliva on it. It tasted good, less foreign than it was with the first lick. His lapping quickened, and Tommy moaned from above. He felt his legs wobble and leaned back against the locker, his companion staying close to his groin. The soft, wet flesh rubbed up and down, up and down, up and down along his cock. "Oh, Gorgon! Nnmmm!"

Gorgon felt the air of the locker room brush along his exposed shaft, its own juices sliding down his throbbing flesh and staining his strained poser. Gorgon was enthralled. He just kept lapping and lapping at the cock before him.

"Oh god!" Tommy almost yelled. "You're--nnn--such a--mmph--tease!" Tommy's breath was quick and heavy. "Just stick it in!" he managed.

'Stick it in?!' Gorgon thought. He continued to slather his saliva on. 'Oh! Stick it in.' The goliath spider opened his mouth, and Tommy's length was enveloped in humid, warmth. 'Damn, this feels even better!' His tongue continued to work as much as it could with the head taking up quite a bit of space. His teeth grazed along the flesh.

"Eee!" Tommy squeaked. "Careful with the teeth."

"Oh, sorry."

"No," he panted. "It's okay. You're doing well. Just watch those fangs of yours." Tommy grinned down at him.

Gorgon smiled back and went back to his work, letting Tommy's cock slide over the fangs and surrounding more of his length with his mouth.

Furred hands on Gorgon's shoulders squeezed tight. He looked up and was able to see a look of bliss over Tommy's chiseled pecs. Gorgon blew softly over the trembling flesh. A murr echoed in his ears. His lips enveloped Tommy's meat and sucked, sucked luxuriously.

"NNnnMM! Okay, stop." Tommy wheezed. "I'm gonna..."

"I want...mmm...to taste it."

Tommy gripped Gorgon's head. He pushed him back and forward along his shaft as his tongue continued to wrap and slather him. Gorgon could feel Tommy's legs jiggle, fighting to hold the contents of his churning balls. Gorgon's own hands ran along the crevices of his thighs and up to his groin and ass. A hand cupped his brown furred sac. "Nnn, don't," Tommy moaned.

"Yes," Gorgon hissed. He squeezed Tommy's orbs. He felt them rise up in his hands, and his mouth was flooded with creamy cum. It dribbled off his tongue and down his throat. Such a delightful taste. He audibly suckled on Tommy's cock and squeezed again, rewarded with another delicious blast of cum.

Tommy's eyes spun in his head. He pet Gorgon, muttering, "Good boy. Gooood boy." The arachnowolf's tail thumped against the lockers, and Gorgon murred as he felt Tommy's spunk fill his stomach. He milked Tommy once more before removing himself from the spent cock.

"That was..." he wiped his mouth, "...much better than I expected."

Tommy leaned against the locker, regaining some composure. "Heh, you did well for a first time."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Gorgon stood up and his poser rolled off his balls, uncovering them. His dick was still at full attention, drinking in the approval. "Looks like you enjoyed it very much."

"Uh, yeah. I did." Gorgon's hand went behind his head and he blushed.

Tommy chuckled. "How can you be so sexy and cute at the same time?"

"Um, I don't know..."

"Just come here," he said with a gentle grin.

Gorgon went straight for Tommy's mouth. His tongue felt wonderful against his. His hands wandered all over Tommy's taut muscles, exploring every soft yet rock solid inch or his arms, chest and abs. Tommy soaked all the attention in. The goliath spider was eager, and he loved it. He felt that he deserved to feel just as good as he felt a moment ago. "Now let's work on you," he said in between tonguing.

"Huh? Ohh~!" Before Gorgon could realize it, Tommy's hand was around his length.

"You really are a 'Big Guy', huh?" Gorgon was muttering incoherently. Tommy took his moans as approval. "Yeah. One would really have to stretch for this monster, huh?" Gorgon's cock throbbed in his grip. His hand moved up and down, stroking his flesh and running along the grooves of his abdominals at the same time.

"T-T-Tommy," he wheezed. A pulse and Gorgon's own cream erupted forth in long streams, hitting Tommy's body and covering his hand. It flowed down his rod. Gorgon pressed himself into the arachnowolf tightly. His juices continued to leak, spilling over Tommy's renewed shaft.

"You're quite productive," Tommy growled into Gorgon's ear.

"MMMmmhm." That growl tickled in his ear and forced more cum to flow. It dripped down his balls and on to the floor. His mind flooded with the afterglow. His lips found the crook between Tommy's neck and shoulder and kissed gingerly. The lockers resounded with the arachnowolf's thumping tail, and his murr tickled Gorgon's ear again.

"Mmm," he said in between kisses and licks on the furred neck and throat. "This has been...so great."

Tommy lifted his head, exposing more of his throat to Gorgon. "Who...said it's over?"

Gorgon grinned, "There's more?" His mouth covered the jutting lump of Tommy's Adam's Apple and suckled it.

Tommy shivered and clenched Gorgon's back. "As much as you want, Big Guy."

"Mmm, that's good," he said, almost purring. "Because right now, I can't seem to get enough of you." He licked his chops.

"Oh, god!" a voice shouted in the locker room. The two snapped out of their haze as they heard a cry and a tumble. From behind the lockers, stumbled a Golden retriever, athletically built and naked, his cock slightly limp from having been spent. The evidence of his activities covered his tight stomach and groin and blonde-colored sac. He laughed nervously at both of the muscle titans.

"Who the hell--"

"Wait," Tommy interrupted. "You're...Dash, right?"

"Um, yes. Yes, I am," Dash said, slowly getting to his feet. "I'm so sorry, but I couldn't help it. You two were making out and then the blow job and the jacking off and it was so hot and I-I-I-I--"

"Calm down," the arachnowolf said with a grin. "What were you doing here in the first place?"

"I was...in the audience today. I wanted to congratulate you two for your victories today. It was such a close match." He put his hand behind his head. "It was really hot too."

"Hmm." Tommy put his knuckle to his mouth. He grinned at Gorgon with a wink. Gorgon perked up. "What do you think, Big Guy?"

"Hmm," Gorgon imitated. "Well, he did barge into a restricted area."

"Oh please!" Dash pleaded. "Don't have me arrested. I'm sorry that I sneaked in. I just...wanted to see you two and then you two and me behind the lockers and then--"

"His actions have consequences," Gorgon stated.

"I completely agree."

Dash's ears fell and his tail curled around his leg. What were they going to do to him? "P-please...have mercy."

"Mercy? Ha. Who said anything about mercy?" Gorgon lifted up his six arms and flexed them proudly. Tommy turned his body in and performed a side, chest flex. "You want to see us up close and personal, right?"

Dash's ears perked at the emphasis on the word "personal". Could they really? "You-you mean?"

"What do you think we're standing here for naked?" Tommy asked. "We're not just standing here to just look pretty."

A moment of silence. "P-pretty damn hot is more like it," Dash muttered.

They both laughed. "Indeed," Gorgon said.

"But this show comes with a price," Tommy growled. All three cocks in the room came to life.

"Oh..." Dash said. "Well...I guess I'm...willing to pay the admission." Dash's tail wagged quickly as he approached the living mountains of muscle.