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The best thing about working in a gym, to Jac at least, was that there was no shortage of eye candy. People came to the gym to work on their bodies, and those that felt that they were succeeding had very few reservations about showing off their progress. And the big red roan bull that worked as a trainer was happy to enjoy the show- especially from the males. Probably there were some among them that might not appreciate the admiration of the former football player, but Jac never let on that he was enjoying the show the gym's male clients put on. No, he was content. None of them could hold a candle to his boyfriend anyway.

And that particular morning was a great demonstration of Jac's reason to be content, as the trainer watched his boyfriend doing squats on the other side of the gym. Since Jac was the only employee on duty at the moment, he was behind the gym's counter at the register, so Trystram was using the machine to work out. The big black bull was wearing his favorite gym clothes: tight fighting black spandex shorts with wide red stripes up the outside seams and matching tank top. At first glance, one could almost make the mistake that Tryst was exercising in the nude while showing off some very unusual tattoos- in fact, a few gym members had made that mistake, much to Jac's secret amusement. Not that Tryst's choice of tight fitting apparel made that obvious- he filled them out quite nicely to the point that very little was left to the imagination. Sweat had begun gluing the black fabric to his ebony hide, leaving his massive muscles on full display as he grunted under the weight he was lifting.

Tryst could have competed as a bodybuilder if he wanted to, but it didn't really interest him. Few members of the gym would have in their wildest dreams pegged him as an IT guy who had become a gym rat to spend some time as far away from a computer as he could- and met an extremely helpful, and handsome, personal trainer. Jac grinned to himself as he watched his bull complete another set of reps. Tryst's ebony horns reflected the gym's florescent lights back into the mirrored back wall, his hair was matted in between those horns, but was black like the rest of his hide. His angular face wore the a strained expression as he powered through the last set of his workout, but Jac could see his bright emerald eyes looking over to meet Jac's own green eyes. In Tryst's ebon nose, a large gold nose ring bounced with each rep. By anyone's standards, Trystram's upper body was massive- Jac could barely see the weight bar through the mountain of shoulder, pectoral, and biceps that the tank top was barely holding in. At Jac's distance, the only sign that the shirt hadn't given up the struggle was the red stripes going up his sides, and the sudden disappearance of the silver tracery that were Tryst's tribal tattoos that began at the base of his neck, flowed over his shoulders, and down his back and arms. Just how far they went down, Jac was well aware- but that was his secret, and he wouldn't tell anyone. Continuing his "spotting," Jac took in Tryst's well-toned abdominals (a perfect eight pack) before coming to his favorite area to keep an eye on. Like his shirt, Tryst's shorts were meant to be tight fitting, and with the bull's powerful thighs, they couldn't be anything but. As such, the bull perfectly toned rear was on full display, guarded only by the constant swish of his tail. Tryst's tree trunk legs flexed and bulged right down to his hooves as he thrust the weight bar back up to complete another rep. But while Jac very much appreciated the bull's lovely rear- it was what Tryst had up front that he loved best. With all that muscle packed on to his frame, the black bull's bulge would have to be an impressive size to be noticeable. It did not disappoint- even with Tryst's favorite jock giving it a certain shapelessness, it was easy to tell what the bull was packing.

Jac had to admit he was tenting his own jockstrap as Tryst finished his set, reset the machine, and took a stroll back to the locker room. He shook his rear as he walked, eliciting a low moo of approval from Jac, who was then mentally willing the next shift to come in faster (it was due in at any time).

Jac was dressed in the gym's uniform, which was made of the same fabric as Tryst's workout clothes, of shorts and a tee shirt. They were the gym's official colors of apple green with abstract Carolina blue designs on them which contrasted nicely with his red hide. While he did not play football any longer due to an old injury, his employment at the gym meant that he was just as fit as his boyfriend. He scratched his head between his ivory covered horns and stared at the clock on the register, willing it to click over to the top of the hour, now only four minutes away. His tail flicked as the door finally opened to admit Stephanie, the doe that had the next shift. While Jac filled her in on what was going on, and what needed to be done (there wasn't much at 11 am on a Wednesday), he checked his reflection in the mirrors. Unlike Tryst, and many other bulls, his pink nose wasn't pierced. He smiled as Tryst (now in a less revealing tee shirt and warm-up pants) walked out and gave him a wink before he headed out the door. Stephanie finished up her preparations, as it was common knowledge that Tryst and Jac were friends and often rode together. As she clocked in, Jac got a text.

Cool down nxt door?

Next door meant The Foxhole- the hottest gay bar and strip club in town. Run by a dalsky named Duch (it had taken Jac over year to learn that the canine's name was Polish and not spelled "Duke"), it was an open secret that at The Foxhole, the staff would look the other way on what happened between two consenting adults- but god help you if it wasn't consensual. Jac occasionally did security at The Foxhole for extra income, and he was one of the smaller bouncers when he did. But he knew exactly what Tryst meant by "cool down," so he practically sprinted out the door after he clocked out, grabbed his bag, and ran towards the club's door.

Like the gym, The Foxhole was empty at this time of day. Aside from Tryst and the grizzly behind the bar, the only person in the club was a fox with deep red fur wearing a tuxedo vest, bowtie, and pants that were cut to revel the gold thong he was wearing. Jasen Devlin smiled broadly to Jac before dashing over to envelope the bigger bull in a hug.

"Hey you!" the reynard greeted him with a friendly nuzzle on the cheek. "Tryst said you guys needed a cool down. He's got the key to room 4. It's my favorite of the private rooms."

And with that, the roan bull was following his boyfriend upstairs to the private rooms. Room Four turned out to be a rather plain room compared to some of the other themed rooms in The Foxhole, with a circular stage in the center as its only defining feature. The stage was covered in a fabric that looked like crushed velvet- probably meant to look like a bed. Jac was still taking in the room when a large arm encircled him.

"Why don't you get up on stage, handsome?" Tryst whispered in his ear.

Jac dropped his bag and climbed up on the stage while Tryst locked the door. His guess that the stage was supposed to be a bed was confirmed when he sunk almost to the tops of his hooves. He turned around in a circle, showing off his tight fitting uniform as Tryst stepped up onto the stage. For a long moment, they just stood there, nuzzling each other's noses. Then came a long kiss which was broken by Tryst pulling Jac's shirt over his head. Jac moaned as his boyfriend leaned in to kiss his chest, and Tryst hands went to the small of the red bull's back. Jac giggled, knowing exactly what Tryst was reaching for, but the black bull didn't pull down Jac's shorts to expose what he was reaching for- he just pulled Jac in for another kiss.

"You want to unwrap me sweetie?" Tryst whispered in his ear. It was an unnecessary question: as the kissed and nuzzled, their crotches (and rapidly hardening erections) rubbed against each other- the way Jac's cock throbbed in response to his inquiry was all the answer Tryst needed. Jac kissed Tryst on the cheek and nuzzled his ear before pulling Tryst's tee over his head and tossed it off the stage.

Jac leaned in and kissed Tryst's massive pectorals before gently nibbling on his nipple, causing Tryst to moo in pleasure. Tryst gently petted Jac's head and smiled down as the roan bull slowly knelt down, kissing Tryst's chest and abs as he dropped to his knees. Jac smiled and pressed his nose to Tryst crotch, bringing another moan to the black bull's lips. Even through two layers of clothing, Jac could fell a wetness spreading against his nostrils, accompanied by as a wonderfully musk smell. Slowly he reached up and pulled Tryst's pants down.

"Leave the jock on," Tryst moaned as Jac had put his fingers into the undergarment's waistband. Jac complied, and Tryst pressed Jac into his crotch. The blue jock bulged almost to its limits with Tryst's large erection and was completely damp with his pre, which he rubbed all over Jac's muzzle. The red bull moaned happily and kissed the bulge when Tryst was done rubbing him with it. Jac's own shorts were now fully tented, as Tryst's more commanding Dom routine was exactly what he was in the mood for. He reached up his muzzle up and took the waistband of Tryst's jock in his teeth and looked up into Tryst's eyes with a pleading expression on his face. Tryst rubbed his boyfriend's head for several moments before nodding. "Okay, go ahead, sexy boy."

That was all Jac needed to hear. He took the musky cotton waistband all the way into his muzzle, and then slowly lowered his head down to Tryst's hooves. It was easy going once he got past the initial hump. Jac looked up to see his boyfriend's impressive tool displayed for him. His rear squeezed reflexively at the thought of having the massive length of bull meat buried in it, even as Tryst's throbbing erection plopped on to his head and dripped pre on the back of his neck where the tip touched him. Jac inhaled Tryst's musk, his muzzle buried in between the black bull's two peach sized balls. Both bulls moaned as Jac stuck his tongue out and licked Tryst's nuts. Both knew that Jac would gladly nuzzle Tryst's balls and proceed to suck his cock, but Tryst had other plans. Plans that didn't involve the red bull keeping his clothes on.

"Stand up and turn around baby," Tryst ordered. Jac complied to find himself being held by one of Tryst's massive arms while his other hand massaged the small of Jac's back, playing with his tail and lifting the waistband of his shorts and jock. Meanwhile, the bull rubbed his black erection over the red bull's rear, spreading pre all over the spandex shorts. Jac leaned back, letting Tryst rub him, nuzzle his neck, and nibble on his ear. Finally Tryst exposed the object of his desire: Jac's lone tattoo, his tramp stamp. He ran his finger over the tattoo's lettering, finally spelling out "Insert Coin" and arrow pointing down. Jac nuzzled Tryst's chin as the black bull went through his ritual.

"Mmmm. I don't have a coin," Tryst whispered as he continued to hot dog his bull and smack his thigh with his tail. "Do you take large bills?"

"I think I can," Jac giggled. "Might even give you change..."

With that, Tryst pulled Jac's shorts and jock off, revealing the red bull's no less impressive tool. Jac was as long as Tryst's forearm, and his balls were slightly larger that Tryst's- perhaps the size of oranges. Tryst fondled them, causing Jac to moo and release a large blob of pre. "Did you bring the lube, baby?"

"It's in my bag."

"Okay. You lie down sweetie, I'll go get it."

Jac lay down on the stage, sinking down just a little, and stretched out before Tryst returned. Tryst rolled him on to his side and took a seat beside him. Jac heard a bottle pop open, then snap close before Tryst reached down under his flicking tail and began spreading the cool liquid between his muscular cheeks. Tryst's probing fingers quickly reached his tail hole and spread the lube over Jac's sensitive ring before one plunged in to lubricate the bull's insides. Jac moaned as another finger joined the first, as Tryst's fingers turned in slow circles to prepare his lover. After a long moment, Tryst's fingers left. Jac heard the bottle reopen, then close again before his right leg was lifted into the air.

"Ready for my 'bill' sweetie?"

"Mmmm... Always..."

And with that, Tryst made his first thrust- gently sliding the tip of his large cock into Jac's waiting hole. Jac put his head back on Tryst muscular left arm and moaned as Tryst slowly thrust into him, his own cock throbbing in time with Tryst's movements.

Once he was fully inserted, Tryst reached around to take hold of Jac's erection and gently stoked it in time with each of his thrusts. The red bull moaned loudly at all the attention, his rear squeezing against the thickness in his rear, prompting similar noises from Tryst. The black bull kissed his boy on the cheek and nuzzled his ear while he gently thrust into his warm, inviting depths. The red bull moaned and rocked with each thrust, his rock hard erection throbbing in Tryst's hand, leaking a steady stream of pre as Tryst picked up his pace and gently nibbled on Jac's folded down ear. As they rocked, their tails wrapped around each other's. Tryst nuzzled Jac's neck and squeezed his boy's shaft as he picked up his pace again.

Jac was in ecstasy. He moaned and began to pant as Tryst's shaft filled him and massaged his prostate with each thrust. His cock leaked on to his stomach with each stroke Tryst made. He could feel his release building inside him, and moaned that information to his boyfriend.

Tryst plowed into his love's rear at the news, as he felt the pressure building inside him as well. He stopped stroking Jac and just held his thick shaft, letting his thrusts move the bull's cock through his hand. It didn't take long for Jac's panting to turn to a breathless moan as his cock erupted, spraying his seed clear of the circular stage. The sight (and Jac's instinctive clenching against his lover's shaft inside him) was more than enough to push Tryst over the edge, and fill his bull with his cum. For a long moment, they just lay there, panting. Then, Tryst pulled Jac into a hug and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"That was a lot of change you gave me baby," Tryst giggled. "This is the best way to cool down after a workout."

And Jac, with Tryst still inside him, was completely content.