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It was the millionth time I'd been to a gym, the second time to this one in particular. It was a gym notorious for it's gay clients, and I guess I like it for that. I liked the idea that while I was lifting weights, there was another guy eying my physique across the room. Admiring the muscles I worked so hard to build as I seeped drop after drop of salty sweat.

...and yet, I still didn't feel completely comfortable in the open changing rooms. I don't know what it was, but even though I was a very fit and attractive stallion, people always found me... lacking. I guess that's what happens when you don't fit into the stereotypes your species is given. I looked around the tepid, musky room, and there were several very well hung men around me. I'll admit, not as many were as attractive as I was, but they were all definately bigger in the downstairs department.

I took a deep breath and tried to be casual about it all, but as soon as I dropped my towel, I saw the grins and stares of a lot of the other men in the room. They were so focused on me, I could almost feel them watching me. I could feel myself blush in embarrasment as my own genetics betrayed me. An (although large) human-size cock on an equine is less than spectacular. I looked around a few minutes later, and headed into the showers. I stood under the soothing water and let it run down my body, washing away the grime of a hard day's work-out. I - in my paranoia - kept my eye out for people staring again, and to my surprise, my paranoia had actually served me well in this case.

There he was. A rat, a lot smaller than me. He must not have been any taller than 5'5", which was nothing compared to me, being 7'1". I had to admire his body though. He was sleek, not too much muscle, but enough for his wet fur to hug his surprisingly masculine figure as he lathered his chest. His ebon fur blotched with shades of glorious brown. I had to say, I found myself staring back at him as his eyes scanned me. He quickly rinsed off and I turned back to my shower sighing.

"Even the rat is mockin-" My thought was cut short.

"How goes it, stud?" The rat smiled at me as he patted my ass.

I jumped a little and turned to face him, blushing (but luckily, not noticably). "W-what?" I stuttered, the rat turning on the shower next to mine. I looked quickly around the shower, the flashing grins said everything I thought I needed to know. I went back to my shower "Look, kid, if this is some kinda joke, you better just piss off, now.".

The rat just laughed and smiled at me. I scoffed at him. I don't know why, it was probably just me being paranoid again, but I was really not in the mood for any bullshit. He shuffled towards me and asked me again "I said-. How goes it, stud?". I just ignored him. This was far too good to be true. I mean, as I said, this kid was pretty admirable for his size, and there were plenty of other men in the room who were far more equipped for a satisfying changing room encounter. I heard small bouts of laughter from other men now. "Just ignore them, mate. They're all thick fucks." I heard the rat sigh as he gave me a playful nudge which barely shifted my position. This was just getting more shifty by the second.

"Look, I'm not trying to be rude, but... What do you want from me?" I asked him, trying not to look him directly in the eyes.

He just laughed "What, never been hit on before? I have to say, that shocks me, stud." - much to my chagrin.

I turned off the shower and started to walk away, but the rodent was not taking 'no' for an answer. He followed me and stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. "Is there something wrong?". He seemed genuinely concerned, but my own cynicism betrayed me.

I turned to him and pushed him away, making him almost fall onto his back "Look, just leave me alone!". Surely enough, that was enough of a warning for him to back off. I couldn't help but feel kinda bad for him as he muttered under his breath and walked away to his locker. He seemed - I dunno, more upset, than angry. I sighed and rubbed my head, the feeling of being stared at was now stronger than ever. I decided to ignore it and get dressed. I wasn't going to take any more crap.

I didn't see the rat as I left the changing rooms. Although part of me wanted to see him again, if only to apologise for my behaviour. I lit a cigarette as I left the gym by the main entrance. I jogged down the steps outside and was surprised to see none other than the rodent from earlier standing there. "Oh. It's you. What a pleasant surprise." I said, pseudo-sarcastically.

He flashed me a look. Surprisingly, he managed to look equally as good clothed. Me, I just had a shirt and jeans on, something casual. But him? He evidently had pride in his presentation. His chest was visible under the leather jacket he wore, and his tight jeans were just low enough to reveal he was wearing almost nothing underneath - A very snug looking thong. This guy definately knew how to dress to impress.

"Look, man, if I did anything wrong back there. I'm sorry, I promise, I'm not like the other guys. You know, I was- I was genuinely interested back there." He said defensively as he turned to face me. How could I not take that apology? Especially from such a good looking guy. I found myself holding back a smile.

I lifted my head as I blew out smoke, trying to seem much cooler than I actually was. Admittedly, on the inside, although I my heart was pacing, my confidence had just boosted ten-fold knowing that this guy could be for real, I just felt like stretching out the act a bit longer to test him "I know how it goes. You sleep with me, and then you and your buddies at the gym have a laugh at my expense later.".

He scowled at me a little and his finger flew in my direction "Don't you ever dare compare me to those egotistical assholes! How don't you get that I was never with those guys!?". I was taken back by his blunt explosive outburst. This guy was for real alright. I decided that dragging it out was not such a good idea after all.

"Whoa, calm down!.. I'm sorry, I just assumed... I'm just making sure you aren't like them." I said nervously, try to calm him down.

He slowly lowered his finger from my face as his own relaxed from it's tensed state "Well... I can't say I blame you. They're all the same in there.".

I smiled at him, a sliver of nervousness showing through. A person this genuine (and sexy) only comes along once in a lifetime. I'd be stupid to mess it up now. "Sorry if I bothered you... The name's Flynn. What about you?" I offered him a handshake, and he smiled back, accepting with a welcomed enthusiasm. His palms were quite sweaty as he shook my hand with a astonishing firmness.

"I'm Devin... I think Flynn is a good name. Very studly sounding. Fitting." He grinned.

I laughed at the comment "So do you really think I'm a stud, or is that just you being flattering?".

He looked me up and down with his arms folded "Maybe. You're buffer than half of the other guys in there..." he winked at me as I felt him cup my bulge "Very nice package.". He was definately back in control of the situation as I stepped back and started blushing uncontrollably.

I remembered back to the locker room. Oh god, was he staring at me for that? Did he really admire my comparably smaller manhood? "Y-you don't mean that!" I sputtered, almost angry.

What Devin said next shocked me "Oh, I think I do. You think I really want to be taking dicks big enough to rupture something? I'm a rat, not a fox." he laughed. "You however... I think you're very... generous, yet, reasonable. Perfect fit for a rough stuffing, wouldn't you say?".

I started to lose focus. This rat knew how to make a man blush, and he didn't care. He actively revelled in the fact that I was squirming under the influence of his flawless seduction. That's when the final blow hit. He grabbed a hold of me roughly, and pinned me against the wall, squeezing my ever growing bulge right there and then - in public, no less. I melted in his hands as he tweaked my nipple under my shirt. I bit my lip, trying not to let out a moan in fear of being overheard. "So what do you say, stud? Will you give this tight rat the pounding he deserves?".

I tried to think straight, but he was just too good. He overwhelmed me with pleasure, lifting up my top to tease at my other nipple with his tongue as his hand slipped into my underwear. My erect prick peeked out of the top of my jeans. He pulled away from my nipple, leaving a trail of saliva from his mouth to my sensitive flesh. I felt the cold outdoor air against the tip of my cock and I knew right there and then that the rat had no intentions of stopping. He felt for my zipper and I gladly let him strip me from the waist down right there and then.

He lowered himself with his head at waist height, adjusting his growing tent as he admired my dick, licking his lips. He took his first lick of it, a long, drawn out lick from the base all the way up to the head. A drop of pre almost erupted out of it in my excitement. He placed the tip in his mouth, flicking his tongue right at my cock-hole, making it hard for me to stand. He slowly made his way down to the base, coating the entire length in copious amounts of spit. I felt a few more drips of pre ooze out of my throbbing member into his hungry throat. I heard him take a sharp intake a of breath and he pulled off with a satisfied gasp.

He started to pant excitedly "Damn... you leak so much!.. I guess I was right, you do have impressive junk!". He began to fondle my balls, pressing two fingers on the area underneath them as he wrapped his paw around my slick shaft. I began to moan in extacy. I just couldn't hold back anymore. He wrapped his mouth around my dick again, tonguing the shaft as he eagerly slurped at the entire length. My member spasmed in his expert maw. I needed more than this, and I needed it now.

I lifted him up away from my almost spent maleness. Pulling him towards me, I eased down his jeans and thong. His organ was much thinner than mine, but it stood at a very proud 8 or 9 inches. It was a pleasant discovery to say the least. However, he was still a couple of inches shorter than me, which definately assured me I wasn't as bad as I thought I was. I reached down and toyed with him. Gripping and stroking his shaft as a sticky bead of precum formed at the tip, which I bent down to taste.

I flicked out my tongue at the leaking tip, leaving a visible rope of pre between my mouth and his cock. I stuck it in my mouth, hungry to taste the provocative rodent's sizable tool and the juices it leaked. I slurped up and down the shaft with no effort, slickening up and almost enveloping his member with my wide, flat tongue. "God, you're so damned good at sucking cock..." he exclaimed, sighing pleasurably. He grabbed my head, and started fucking my mouth, the tip poking into my throat. I didn't even gag, I just kept sucking, wanting more and more of his sweet juices.

Eventually he pulled me off his slickened pole, and stood me up "Don't want to explode too early do I? After all, we've just gained an audience." he smirked. I looked around, and he was more than correct. A few people I recognised from the gym stood around us, their dicks in hand and fully hard. I looked nervous, but on the inside the attention just made me even hotter. "Well then, we best put on a good show." I winked at him seductively.

There we were, both naked from the waist down, out in public with an audience, getting ready to fuck like wild animals. -and most importantly. I loved it.

I grabbed Devin by the waist, pinning him against the wall, and placing my rigid shaft inbetween his muscular cheeks. His tail raised up high, exposing his pink hole which I rubbed my tip up against, dripping a little bit of pre on it as I moaned, rubbing his hips. There was a heckle from the small audience we had gathered "Fuck the rat slut already!". Devin didn't seem to care that they called him a slut, he just looked back at he with a twinkle in his eye. I didn't even need him to say it. I knew what he was thinking - "Give them what they want to see.".

I lowered myself down and gave his hole a long, wet lick, audibly slurping as his hole was slicked by my tongue. I took extra time to savor the taste of his twitching ring before I stood up and again placed the tip of my member at it. He pushed back needily against it as I pushed in. This guy had taken some big dicks in his time, that was evident. He wasn't tight by any means, but he was slick and warm just how I liked it, Most impressively though, he squoze down on it like a pro. He tightened his ring at all the right times, turning what would otherwise be just a good fuck into an amazing one.

As I kept thrusting into his wet, stretched hole, he started slamming back to meet my thrusts, spouting out words of encouragement I was far too ecstatic to understand. Everything he did turned me on. The way he moaned, the way he would tighten his ring around the base of my cock, his eagerness to just take more and more of a fucking.

I heard a wave of moans come from the crowd, who were beating away at their (and sometimes eachother's) meat audibly. They were definately enjoying the show. I lifted one leg up to gvie them a better view of my cock sliding in and out of the rat, and changed my goal. This wasn't about me getting off any more. No, this was about me impressing the crowd. Giving them a show turned me on, and I wanted them all to be jizzing in the street before the night was over.

I started to moan out loud, aiming my engorged prick at the rat's prostate as I reached around and played with his shaft. My pounding made an audible wet slapping every time I thrusted into him turnin us both on further. He began to moan out loud as I used my other hand to pinch his erect nipples. By that point he was begging me to give him more. "Fuck-! Fuck me, Flynn!" - "Pound my ass, stud!" - "Give me your meat, use my ass!". I had to admit, his begging got me really close to cumming right there and then in his sweet ass, but I managed to hold back. I started fucking him for all I had, feeling him tense up as my thrusts pressed against his prostate hard.

He just couldn't take any more. His entire body tensed in my hands. I teased his cock-tip as his ring milked me for all it was worth and he shot wad after wad of warm rat jizza from his twitching pole into my waiting palm. I held it up to my mouth, and slurped hungrily at the salty rat fluids. "Man, that tastes good." I moaned, gripping onto him tight now, wanting to flil his bowels with my sticky seed. "I bet you want my cum, don't you, slut?" I asked him as I readied to release inside of him. I don't actually know what took over me - I was never that heated in sex - but he seemed to love it. He panted loudly, nodding in agreement as he could barely speak from the pleasure.

"C-cum inside me, Flynn... Please, fill me up with your horse cum. I want it all!"

That's all it took. My cock spasmed, I saw stars, and my hole tensed as if trying to squeeze something invisible as my entire body shook in pleasure. Both of my feet returned to the ground and I began to drool as shot after shot of seed erupted from my slickened, warm cock, coating his insides as I moaned out loud. He was so full by that point, cum started to drip out of his hole around my already slick shaft. After I finished, I had trouble holding myself up. I slowly pulled out, loving the afterglow of the most intense fuck of my life. My cock left his ass with a satisfied 'pop', and he yipped in pleasure as the thick head pulled past his ring, oozing out a large wad of jizz in the process.

What shocked me then, is that my dick seemed much bigger than I remembered it. I don't know if that was just the confidence or what, but I was - for once in my life - proud of what I was given. I turned to see that all the audience had left, leaving cum all over the pavement, one even leaving a pair of cum-stained underwear. "Must've been a good show." I grinned, out of breath.

The rat was still gaining his composure against the wall as I looked at his widened and abused ass. He turned to me, and pulled my head down into a sloppy, passionate kiss. "You- you're coming home with me." he said, pulling up his jeans and underwear, which cum had leaked into during the rough pounding he recieved. As I pulled up my jeans too, he turned to me and smiled. "I've slept with many guys in my day, but I've never wanted to take one home" He winked, laughing as he motioned me to follow him. I could tell tonight was far from over. -and maybe he was a slut, but he certainly seemed to like me more than the others, and it showed (He even liked me enough to ask me over again, but... That one might just have to wait another time...)...