Hank leaned over Jeff, grinning down his long snout. There was almost nothing that Jack did that someone would want to call "clean," though every once in a while he would go to a bar and pick up a guy for a much more normal sexual encounter. His job was to muck out the stalls, if he wasn't doing that he was more than likely at his house playing with his shit or watching porn, or both. Thinking of Jack always made Jeff horny, but the tiger was always involved in something dirty.
Hank was pretty good friends with Jack, too, as were a few other guys that would frequent the gym-mostly bigger furs who sported beautifully muscular physiques, strong and masculine.and a little adventurous in their tastes. "Damn it." Jeff would always think of Jack when at the gym, since the tiger used to be there with him every day before he got the new job out on the farm. Jeff now wore much looser gym shorts, instead of the tight training shorts he used to, for precisely this reason. Then again, it was a rather common occurrence, and Hank was glad he'd learned to spot it before it got too obvious. He seemed almost nonchalant when he mentioned Jeff's prick. "Jeff, you're getting hard." His spotter was a bigger horse named Hank, who was a much darker, deep chestnut color. But then, those sculpted arms as he flexed before taking his shirt off, those chiseled pecs, the cut abs the broad, muscular back as he turned around, teasing and shaking his hips side to side as he pulled down his pants, revealing the firm, sexy ass, and those thick, strong thighs muscles so firm that veins were pushed out to the surface of his skin, just visible under the orange and white fur the black stripes perfectly emphasizing just the right spots on the gorgeous body. He was orgasmic to look at even if he was fully clothed. Everything about the tiger was big, top to bottom. Images of Jack sexily stripping off layers flooded the horse's mind. The cleft in between the massive muscles deepened as he tried to focus on what he was doing.and failed. Lucky bastard, Jeff thought as he let the weight down slowly, resting it on his solid pecs for a moment before straining to push it back up. Unfortunately it was a weekday, so Jack was working out in the stalls on the farm. To say the least, Jack had the body of a god-he had muscles that would make lions and bulls jealous, even guys who'd been lifting for years. The pale brown horse had been bodybuilding for years, along with his extremely sexy tiger friend Jack. He hadn't worn a shirt to the gym today, since he didn't like the feeling of the fabric clinging to his body when it got soaked with sweat. Jeff grunted as he heaved the weights above his head, his thick arms straining and bulging. This story, however, follows two new characters, Jeff and Hank, both of them very sexy stallions~ The tiger mentioned is the same one as in Toilet Tiger, and the lion that gets mentioned is the lion from that story too.
This is sorta-kinda a continuation of Toilet Tiger (but you don't have to read Toilet Tiger to understand this story). If those aren't your thing, and you still read this, it's your fault. ***WARNING: This story contains explicit consensual sexual interaction between two well-muscled males, as well as explicit scat play and watersports (that's eating and playing with shit and piss, people, and enjoying yourself doing it).