Frosted Flakes are more than good....They're really good.

The constant sound of clanking and grunts left you sweating even more than usual. You had been invited to the gym by your 'close' friend, Tony, who seemed eager to show off. Tony was the type of tiger who was always oblivious due to his sweet nature. The kind of guy who often tried to keep conversation with you while showering in the next stall until deciding the water was too loud and sharing your shower as if it was no big deal.
You never knew if he was doing it on purpose but when he grinned down at you, you knew that smile was real just as much as his air headed tendencies.

Today was no different. Tony arrived to your place earlier than planned, already dressed in his white tank top and shiny blue gym shorts that matched his neckerchief almost perfectly. He was already drinking his protein shake with vigor, pulling it away with a heavy sigh before plopping a big hand on top of your head.

“Ready to hit the gym?”

You huffed as he ruffled your fur, blushing when he fixed it quickly and pulled away with a brush of your ear. It made you almost follow his hand so he could play with your ears a bit more but you stopped yourself to rub at your ear and huff again.

“As you can see, still in my pajamas. Give me five minutes and I'll be good.”

Truth be told you woke up only an hour ago or so and had just finished a late breakfast thinking you would have another hour to lay around until Tony showed up. Speaking of, the muscular tiger seemed antsy to leave or at least keep himself moving by the way he switched his weight from foot to foot while gripping the towel he kept around his neck during their workout together. You wouldn't be surprised if you came back to find him doing push ups on the living room floor.

“Go ahead and get comfy on the couch. I won't be long.”

You hurried to your room, thankful you had set your clothes out in case someone had came knocking sooner than expected and started to get dressed. You were still waking up, stumbling around with your shorts around your ankles as you looked for your gym bag you thought you had left out along with your clothes. It was a gift from Tony after your first trip to the gym together when you had just brought a messenger bag for your clothes. He came by the next day with a sports bag with tiger stripes decorating it, saying it would be a sweet reminder of Tony.
You would never tell anyone but the first few nights you slept with it with the smell of Tony emitting from it.
 Finally finding your bag under the bed with your tennis shoes tucked inside, you pulled your gym shorts up halfway before looking don at another thing Tony bought for you.
A shopping trip to the sports section where Tony helped you pick the necessary things for their gym 'dates' as Tony called them. Little things like sweatbands, outfits, water bottles and something that made you stumble over your words.

Jockstraps.

Coming back to reality by the sound of Tony laughing at something on the TV, you adjusted you shorts and hurried back to be greeted by the sight of Tony sprawled out, legs spread with a grin on his face.

“Ready, kiddo?”

Even though you weren't that much younger, he always used pet names like a big brother would. Though a little embarrassing, you never corrected him.
Now that you think about it, did Tony have five or ten years on you?
Realizing Tony was waiting on an answer, you held up your bag with a matching grin to his as much as you could.
Tony was already off the couch, bag over his shoulder and tugging you out of the door! You had to quickly lock the door otherwise you knew Tony would have dragged you all the way to the gym without stopping.


Now here you were, spotting Tony who had his weights set up and on the bench ready to start with his arms. You opted out starting first, eager to see how Tony would start his workout after their warm up.
It was just a few stretches with you pressing on his rippling back to help him reach his toes. You relished that moment to feel how his muscles moved under your hands when he stretched forward before it was your turn.
His massive paws pressed onto your back, encouraging you to reach far enough to touch your own toes. The strain left you winded and Tony let go at the first sigh, allowing you to lean back into his chest.

“We haven't even started and you're out of breath, buddy?”

You huffed, getting to your feet and stretching your arms above your head. You weren't about to be outdone like this. As a joke, you gave Tony a flex of your arms which made him grin and clap.

“These gym dates really are showing results! Soon you'll be as thick as me!” Tony laughed as he got up to tower over you once more.

You highly doubted that but humored him with a grin back.
So to start Tony's set as his spotter, you hovered your hands under the bar and had to egg him on. Tony didn't need much help when it came to the barbell but safety first in the gym. So you got the view of Tony's outstretched body, the shorts tightening around his thighs and accenting the bulging muscles. You followed up his body, still counting each set to see something twitch.
You paused, wondering if it was a trick or your brain being hopeful but saw it again. The bulging of his shorts were outlined and there was a twitch.

“Call it, bud!”

You instantly reached down to help set the bar down and watched as Tony sat up, massaging his shoulders with a sigh.

“Nothing better than starting off strong. You're up, buddy..”

You nodded, adjusting the weights from Tony's heavy set to your medium. Though he was built like a tank, you could handle your own. You weren't one to brag but if need be, you could probably pick Tony up. Even if only for a few seconds and if he wrapped his arms and legs around you.
Laying down, your eyes widened behind your glasses at the sight of Tony's bulge right above your face!
Face to face you could feel the heat radiating off of it and you had to calm yourself before it became too obvious where your mind was.

“Ready?”
“Y-Yeah.”

You tried to look up at the bar but when Tony stepped up to tuck his hands under, his cock almost landed on your forehead. It gave you a boost of adrenaline to start your set, lifting while trying to focus your breathing. Tony encouraged you, saying he was impressed but it all sounded muffled when all you could think of was moving your hands from the bar to his shorts and let his cock slide down your throat while laying on the bench.

“Whoa there, bucko! You're gonna wear yourself out before we get to the legs!”

You realized you were winded once more, panting and feeling worn out as if your arms were jello. Carefully, with the help of Tony, you set the barbell down to sit up and give a big sigh. In the madness of that quick workout, you almost forgot about what almost happened if you hadn't been in a public gym.
It was time for legs and you always dreaded it. Not for the weights but for Tony to show off his tremendous legs. If you were a bit shorter, you wouldn't miss the chance to cling to them and feel the muscles against your cheek constantly.

Tony was already stretching his legs, squatting slowly at first before he noticed your stare.
Almost coy like, he made sure to do a deep squat to put emphasize on how low he could go. You huffed, turning to your mat where you started to warm up yourself. It was better to face the mirror so you could focus on your workout and not the mass of muscle next to you.
You opted for the kettle bell, using both hands to grip the handle so you could squat far enough to raise it in front of you and then swing it in between your legs while Tony had a barbell across his shoulders and started to squat next to you in the mirror.
You kept your gaze on the mirror, watching the kettle bell go up and down before your eyes started to wander down and to the left only to look back at yourself in the mirror to almost scold yourself with a look. You had to concentrate otherwise you could hurt yourself and if you hurt yourself, no more gym dates.
Well maybe Tony would come over to check on you while you were bedridden...

Lost in the thought of Nurse Tony, you didn't even realize Tony had dropped the barbell and was watching you!

“Your form is looking great! Let's hit the showers and grab some lunch. I hear there's this grrrrreat place nearby!”

You carefully dropped the kettle bell onto the mat, blushing at the compliment before following after Tony who kept wiping the sweat away that built up over the strenuous workout off of his hands. You offered your own towel after wiping away the small bit on your hands which he happily took, tossing his to you.
You took a few steps back to take in a whiff before sighing happily. His smell was always the best after a workout.

In the locker room, you found it empty as a ghost town. Only the dripping of a shower that hadn't been fully turned off bounced off the porcelain walls. The locker you left your bag in was still locked up tight, leaving you dragging your feet to grab your toiletries before you heard a groan! Turning around, you saw Tony resting on one of the benches next to the locker, leaning back on his hands while looking down at his twitching legs. He had taken off his tank top but his shorts were wrapped around one ankle with his jockstrap exposed and making you turn to look away before he saw.

“Looks like I didn't stretch enough before legs. Mind helping me out, buddy? Just need you to work the muscle a little with your hands.”

You looked back at him, almost embarrassed to say anything but swallowed and said while trying not to let your voice crack, “Sure thing, bud.”

You had done this before, mostly on his arms and back when he had a knot but with him barely dressed and in a public place, your heart raced. As you walked up to him, taking a seat straddling the bench and taking a deep breath, his musk filled your senses. The heady scent of his post workout body made you almost lightheaded but you persevered, reaching down to put both hands on one thick thigh. You could feel it really was tight, massaging your hands down the thigh to his knee and back up again. Tony groaned, but this time it almost sounded obscene. It must've felt nice, making you smile to yourself and go back towards the top of his thigh to get a tight spot out. Only you spotted something.
Again that twitch.
You could see it growing, straining against the cotton of the jockstrap. You looked up at Tony, seeing his eyes closed in pleasure with a smile on his face of content. It didn't seem he even noticed he was getting excited. How his cock was growing and coming closer. You almost pulled away but instead, switched thighs. Once more, Tony groaned when you hit the sweet spot, leaning back further on his hands while throwing his head back.
His cock grew more, almost lifting the jockstrap and it was then he finally noticed.
Tony didn't jump nor pull away. He just looked down at it before looking up at you. A smile that made you shiver appeared and you knew you were done for.

“Whoops. Mind helping this off? It's starting to feel a little tight.”

You couldn't believe he had asked such a thing but then again you were hoping. You had been hoping it was all not just Tony being oblivious but flirting with you until the opportunity came for you to either gather the courage to confess or have Tony be the first to say it. This was more than you could ask for, you realized as you reached up to take the straps and pull it slowly down.
If you had been leaning forward just a bit more, you might've been knocked out by the swing of Tony's cock when it sprung free from the jockstrap!
The sight made your eyes widen and jaw almost drop. Your glasses slipped down almost comically but Tony slid them back up your bridge with a sly grin.

“Sorry. Kind of got excited without realizing it. Could... Do you mind, well, helping your best bud out?”

The sheepish grin on his face made your heart skip a beat before nodding almost mindlessly with your jaw still slack.
Tony reached forward to cup the back of your head, leading you closer to his cock as it only grew harder. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, your adrenaline rushing once more as you opened your mouth.
You couldn't help but watch Tony's face as you teased the leaking tip, pressing a kiss to it and seeing the tiger's expression soften.
Only for him to grip the back of your head and lead you to take more! That sly expression was back, making you want to reach down and grope yourself through your loose shorts.
With Tony's constant stare, you felt the need to keep your hands circled around the base of his pulsating cock. Trying your best to take as much as you could, you struggled to breathe around the girth of it all. You whimpered, but took it in deeper. You weren't someone to easily give up.

“Careful now. You might make me cum too soon like that.”

It made you clench your eyes shut, using both hands to stroke at the part you couldn't reach with your mouth. Tony was playing with the tuft of fur on the back of your head, making you shiver and open your eyes again.

You knew you looked a mess, drool dripping from your lips as you loudly breathed through your nose until you heard the door open.
Instead of pulling away though, you started to take more! You held your breath as someone walked closer only to stop at the row of lockers before the row you both sat at. Tony bit his bottom lip, bucking his hips to watch you struggle to breathe as he fucked your mouth. Your eyes rolled back and when his cock struck something deep in your throat, you groaned and came in your gym shorts!

Maybe the person that came in already left or was just ignoring the obvious, sloppy sounds but Tony groaned along, pulling your head back with a hard tug and to your surprise came! It wasn't like how you did, just a few, thick spurts that left a mess but a stream that shot upwards, covering your face and chest along with his taut, muscled  stomach and thighs. It was steady and didn't seem to have a stopping point with how thick it was and at the force it was coming out.
You could only stare in awe, one lens of your glasses completely blocked with cum covering it completely. When it finally stopped, you had to look around with your mouth open at the sight. Even with the cum dribbling down your face and into your mouth, it didn't match the sight of the floor, the locker and the bench. It was dripping down the lockers onto the floor and pooling at your feet.
You swallowed the mess on your face, wiping it away before struggling to your feet.

Tony was panting, running his hand down his stomach to try to clean off the cum but only matted his fur.

“Well I think we're gonna need some extra towels.”

Tony the Tiger let out a loud laugh, making you flop onto him and make a bigger mess. It would take a mop and a bucket to clean this mess and you were already exhausted after the workout. Tony easily picked you up, heading to the shower to clean up before you had to scrub the locker room down before anyone came in.
You wouldn't regret ever agreeing to all these gym dates if any of them ended up like this you thought with a tired chuckle.

“You did grrrrreat today, buddy.”