"I've been warming up for about twenty minutes, Ken."I've been warming up for about twenty minutes, Ken. I just needed you for this part." "Oh, okay. I'm ready then." I planted my feet and waited, handing him the bar slowly. He pressed it to his chest then extended vertically, breathing hard with every stroke. He began to do repetitions, lots of them. I watched as he exercised, enjoying the sight of his muscles expanding and contracting, his chest rising and falling in pattern with the repetitions. I started to notice that he was pushing himself hard, because sweat had broken out on his muzzle and his fur was matting down. Then I noticed something else-- With every exhalation I felt his breath blowing up my shorts and over my balls. It tickled. I leaned up against the higher bar-rest, the one intended for Uncia and Tindals (who have longer arms or tentacles, respectively), and said "Are you teasing me?" "What do you mean?" he grunted on a downward stroke. "You're breathing up my leg," I said, smiling. He glanced up, taking a good look into my shorts and said "You seem to be enjoying it." He landed the bar onto the lower rest and lunged for my shorts, his muzzle licking against the head of my cock briefly. "Ack!" I yipped, stepping back. "Rabid Mephit!" "Hey! Bring that back here," he said with mock-indignity. I stepped back into range. "Lower," he said. "Would it help if I took my shorts off?" "It would," he said, smiling. He has a handsome smile. I complied, taking off my shorts and stepping out of them. Now the only thing I wore was my T-shirt, a silly shirt I acquired during a brief stint teaching physics at Rocchodain University. It was a beautiful airbrush of the Ring, over which were the words "Pendorians don't understand the gravity of the situation," and the equation for tension in a string caused by centripetal accelleration. I bent my knees slowly, lowering my not-quite-erect penis to his muzzle. He lunged again, and I withdrew. "Uh-uh," I teased. "Give," he said. "Please?" I smiled and bent my knees again, feeding him the length of my cock. He closed his muzzle around it, forming his thin lips into a seal around it, his tongue pressing against the top of my cock. |