Ryan smiled and turned to the rabbit, already formulating his decision.
“So,” Ryan glanced at the name stitched into the rabbit’s tank top. “Peter? Who’s the masseuse?”
“Why, I am!” Peter said brightly, the rabbit’s ears twitching.
Ryan turned and gave Jeff a thumbs-up, only to see him playing with his phone again, rather than paying attention to the conversation.
“Jeff?” Ryan said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
The tiger hit enter, then looked up, flashed a thumbs up, and said, “don’t worry, I was listening. Go for it Ryan.”
The rabbit gave Ryan a sly wink, then explained, “I’m the only employee here at this hour, so I can only service you guys one at a time. Will that be a problem?”
“Not at all,” Jeff interjected as he smiled politely, “I can skip my massage today. Let Ryan have it. I’ll use the sauna and showers and then hit the locker room to get our clothes.”
“Clothes?” Ryan’s brow furled, his tail flicking in confusion.
He was wearing his clothes, wasn’t he?
And yet, when he looked down, he saw the same cream-colored tank-top and skimpy white gym shorts that the tiger and rabbit were wearing, one with ‘Guest’ stitched in gold cursive across the heart. That was strange, he couldn’t recall changing into these.
“Of course, sir.” Peter smiled, ignoring Ryan’s obvious confusion. He turned to Ryan. “We offer Deep Tissue massage, as well as several special Member-Exclusive massages. Care to try any out?”
Ryan glanced at Jeff before turning back to the cute white rabbit.
“Uh, can I try the member exclusive massages?” Ryan asked.
Peter looked at Jeff expectantly.
“He may. Whatever he wants.” Jeff nodded.
“Excellent!” Peter clapped and turned back to Ryan. “We have two you may try out. The longer you are with us, the more you unlock. Right now, Jeff has Total Bottom and Total Top available.”
“Do they come with a happy ending?” Ryan said quietly, eyeing the white rabbit.
“Oh yes!” Peter smiled, exposing white buckteeth, that looked both cute and endearing on his muzzle.
“Maybe…” Ryan’s hand reached around the back of the rabbit’s tight pants and rubbed his soft, wobbly ass, “Anal?”
“Absolutely, sir,” Peter’s eyes twinkled. “Total Bottom Massage, then?”
“Sounds great.” Ryan purred in a surprisingly realistic manner.
“Total Bottom, huh?” Jeff grinned.
“Jealous?” Ryan asked, leering over Peter’s shoulder at the buff tiger and groping the rabbit, fingers playing with the fluffy cottontail.
“No, I think that’s something we’ll both enjoy.” Jeff smirked.
“Follow me,” Peter said, turning, his bubbly ass wobbling hypnotically as he did.
Ryan was practically drooling as he walked behind the rabbit, eyes never leaving that tantalizing rump and that cute tufty tail.
The hallway was weirdly winding, bigger than it had any business being in such a small mall. There were stairways leading to other levels. How big was this gym? Ryan didn’t really know the layout of the mall that well anyways.
They arrived at the private massage rooms.
Peter stepped in and flicked on the lights. A soft glow lit the walls and furniture of the quiet room soft earth tones. The masseuse walked around, lighting candles, and a soft lavender scent filled the air.
In the center of the room was a broad, padded leather table with a hole in it for a face or muzzle to press through when laying face-down. The rabbit took Ryan by the hand and escorted him closer to the table. Ryan marveled at how soft those pink pawpads were.
As he approached the table, he noticed there was another hole near where he assumed the waist would be.
“What’s that hole for?” Ryan asked.
“You’ll see,” Peter replied with a small smile. “Strip.”
Ryan shucked his garments instantly, his cock flopping out, half-chubbed. The rabbit hid a giggle behind a paw and glanced at Ryan’s heavy cock. Ryan looked down and frowned. He was sure he’s shaved down there, but his groin was a riot of tawny pubes situated above a fat cock and large balls, both of which sagged heavily beneath his groin.
“Total Bottom massage, huh?” The rabbit shook his head, “Shame. You sure you want anal?”
“Definitely!” Ryan nodded, eyeing the bunny’s plump bottom.
“The man knows what he wants, Peter,” Jeff chuckled.
Ryan almost jumped – he’d been so focused on the rabbit’s toned ass that he hadn’t noticed Jeff following behind them.
“Oh, sorry, I’m not allowed to have more than one customer in the room at once,” Peter turned, taking Jeff’s heavily muscled arm and firmly walking the tiger to the door.
“Let’s have some privacy. Sir, if you could please wait outside for me.” The rabbit didn’t say that as a question.
The tiger grinned ruefully as he was manhandled by a mammal half his size and out the door.
“Of course. Make sure he’s nice and loose.” Jeff winked at the rabbit.
“Absolutely sir.” Peter shot the tiger a knowing look. “I’ve performed the Total Bottom Massage many times.”
“I bet you have.” Jeff grinned.
“I’ll Total Bottom Massage YOU if you don’t get out of here!” The rabbit grinned back and swatted the tiger’s butt playfully.
Ryan wasn’t sure, but he thought he saw the tiger’s tightly muscled cheeks jiggle with every slap of the rabbit’s paws, swelling fuller and more rounded.
The tiger yelped and actually looked a little panicked.
“Okay, okay! Jeez, Pete, don’t go throwing that around!” Jeff scooted away, covering his ass with his paws.
“It’s Peter! I’m at work!” Peter called and shut the door.
Ryan watched the exchange, completely mystified. It was like the two anthros were speaking in riddles. Must be an inside joke or something.
When Peter turned around, his grin faded to a soft, professional smile.
“My apologies, sir. Jeffrey is rather rambunctious and needs to be dealt with a heavy hand.” Peter said. “I hope your experience wasn’t spoiled by that exchange.”
“No, of course not.” Ryan smiled.
“Lie face down on the table, please.” Peter said.
Ryan took a breath and lay on his hairy stomach, pressing his face through the padded hole. It didn’t take long for him to figure out what the hole around the waist area was for when his aroused shaft flopped through it, dangling freely in the air below him.
There was the sound of lotion squirting.
Ryan glanced up and saw the masseuse working something into his paws.
“Protective ointment.” Peter explained.
Ryan could only stare as he watched the short rabbit’s biceps bulge under his soft fur. He’d forgotten how muscled the rabbit was. Peter was sleek and lithe, ass wobbly, but he was packing some beef beneath that twinky exterior.
Then the rabbit walked over with some oil in his hands.
He tensed as he felt Peters soft, warm pads on his back, rubbing him down with a slick, viscous oil. Ryan felt the rabbits blunt claws tickle over his skin as he kneaded and pressed into his flesh, spreading the warm, slightly tingly oil across his back.
Ryan closed his eyes and let his head rest in the ring as the rabbit knuckled down his spine and massaged the muscles around his tail.
The rabbit followed that up with long, firm, sweeping strokes across his back. It felt nice and Ryan just took deep, slow breaths as Peter continues, rubbing all the way from Ryan’s lower back up to his shoulders. It almost felt like his skin was being tugged back against the rabbit paws, his muscles twitching as he stretched them out over and over again.
“I’m so happy that Jeff has finally brought a guest with him.” Peter spoke softly in Ryan’s ear, setting off a wave of goosebumps across Ryan’s skin. “And such a handsome one.”
“You’re hot,” Ryan said, then groaned as the rabbit’s blunt claws found a tense knot of muscle and kneaded it out firmly.
“I’m surprised that a big guy like you wants a Total Bottom Massage from me,” Peter’s paw dipped beneath the table and slowly stroked Ryan’s shaft. “Most clients ask for Steve or Darren.”
“Oh, yeah…” Ryan moaned, enjoying the smooth, leather feel of the pads slicking against his pole. “Who’s-?”
“Burly bear and muscled bull.” Pete explained. “There’s also Eddie, he’s a donkey, but when he’s done with the massage… whew, talk about throwing a hotdog down a hallway.”
“Y-you said you were an expert.”
“I am,” Peter assured Ryan, cupping his balls and deftly rolling them in his paws. When he pulled his paws away, they dangled lower and heavier. Ryan shuddered and moaned. “You can let me know when to stop or if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”
“Mmmhmm.” Ryan murmured.
Peter moved his paws up towards Ryan’s head. There was a slippery sound of oil being rubbed by paws, then a warmth spread across Ryan’s head.
“Let’s start with the scalp,” Peter whispered.
Ryan shivered as the rabbit’s fingers scritched through his hair, massaging his head, making his scalp tingle pleasantly.
As Peter massaged Ryan’s skull, Ryan belatedly wondered where his beanie had gone. Had he taken it off? But then he moaned as his scalp tingled. The rabbit’s blunt claws were amazing. His nails tickled as he rubbed firmly in deep whorls, making his scalp twitch.
Ryan didn’t notice his hair grow longer, darker brown, until a full mane fluffed around the masseuse's fingers.
“Your mane is just to die for,” Peter commented, running his paws through the silky mane, each pass adding stripes of light blonde to it. “You’ve got to tell me what product you use.”
Ryan blushed as he felt the rabbit running his fingers through his hair in a less-than-professional way.
“I get it done at a salon,” Ryan heard himself say.
Which was… right. He was scheduled for Monday to have his nails done. Sharp claws were so passe and they poked holes in all his cutest outfits.
“Nice. Atelier Spa, right?” Peter asked.
Ryan nodded absently.
“I’ll have to check it out sometime.”
The rabbit’s paws moved down to Ryan’s ears and rubbed them.
Ryan huffed. Peter’s tender paws felt incredibly sensual against his lobes. He shuddered as the muscles around the base of his ears began to tug against the rabbit’s paws in strange ways. When Pet’s paws withdrew, a glittering diamond stud sparkled in the lion’s right ear.
“I love your earring.” Peter said, rubbing the stud in his paws. “Was it a gift from Jeff?”
Ryan nodded lazily.
“I’m going to lift your face up, okay?” The rabbit whispered.
“Kay.” Ryan muttered.
The rabbit’s paws carefully lifted Ryan’s face up and gently massaged his cheeks.
His fingers run against Ryan’s jawbones and cracked his neck from side to side. Ryan could smell a strange, musky, wild scent in the oil, now that it was closer to his nose. It was pleasant and masculine.
“It’s a lovely scent, isn’t it?” Peter’s paws stroked circles around Ryan’s eyes and the bridge of his huffing nose. “That’s eua de tigre. You might not understand now, but I suspect Jeff will appreciate this later tonight.”
He pressed his paws together and slid them past Ryan’s nose. The sensation was intense, and a strange creaking sound started to fill the room, making Ryan’s ears twitch. He repeats the sliding, tugging motion. If Ryan didn’t know any better, he’d swear the rabbit was stretching out his face, thumbs kneading the bridge of his nose. It felt wider and longer than Ryan remembered.
Ryan’s ears flicked in delight as the rabbit’s soft padded paws wrapped around his face. His nose grew cold as he snuffled the tigre oil. Peter’s caresses tickled his face. His jaw creaked and the masseuse's finger played along his teeth, which began to feel sharper to his raspier tongue. He tasted metal and when he pressed his tongue to his teeth, there was a clink of metal.
Right, how could he forget he had a tongue stud.
“Alright. Flip.” Peter said, gently prodding him.
Ryan sneezed, forming whispers twitching. He followed the rabbit’s directions. As he turned over, his erect cock sprung up and slapped against his incredibly hairy belly.
“Lovely,” Peter murmured, paw stroking along Ryan’s cock, his little hands making Ryan feel huge, the strokes much longer than they should have been.
Ryan moaned and shuddered in delight at the rabbit’s soft, delicate touches as his paws played along his shaft. Peter reached lower down and fondled Ryan’s heavy goose eggs, giving them a few more tugs and they lay fat and heavy against his thigh.
“Perfect. Purely ornamental, of course, but you’ll fill out a thong nicely.”
“Ornamental?” Ryan questioned.
“You’ll be far too busy with anal to care about this dumb old thing,” The rabbit flicked Ryan’s cock dismissively, “Believe me.”
Ryan purred, his cock twitching under the rabbit’s paws, not knowing or caring what he was saying. Yeah, he’ll love anal with a cock like that. His tufted tail twitched through the hole in the back of the massage table.
He chuckled to himself as he realized something. Ryan had been thinking like a human when he saw the table design. Of course, the hole in the middle of the table wasn’t just for cocks, it was for anthro tails too!
The rabbit squirted more massage oil into his paws and started massaging Ryan’s chest.
“What are you doing?” Ryan mumbled, watching the rabbit knead his pec.
It bloated and bulged softly. The nipple gently puffed and the rabbit tweaked the tip, a jolt of pleasure making the lion’s cock twitch and drip. Ryan moaned.
“Contouring.” Peter explained. “You’ll have big, puffy muscles. Something a real man would love to hold and squeeze. Nice and soft, not hard and tough. You’ll see.”
The rabbit continued his deep-tissue massage.
Everywhere his paws kneaded, muscle plumped with soft fat. He wasn’t making the lion obese, but well-marbled. Peter finished the pillowy pecs, tweaking the puffy nips so the tips swelled, nice and tuggable. His paws descended down the lion’s torso, massaging Ryan’s abs. As the rabbit’s paws ran along Ryan’s stomach, the ridges in his muscles began filling in with soft fat until they were nothing more than an inviting suggestion.
He continued down the lion’s arms, rubbing his shoulder, letting all the hard edges round.
Ryan was lost in a haze of warm softness. He wasn’t sure what the rabbit was doing, but it was definitely draining the soreness from his muscles. Not that he worked out excessively or anything, just enough to maintain. Boys didn’t like a guy with hard muscles.
The rabbit’s magic fingers moved down his legs and reached his paws.
Ryan moaned as the rabbit’s skillful paws worked his feet. Those dull claws massaged over the balls of the lion’s toes and then across the heel, the stress draining out of them as he went. The rabbit grunted, digging his thumbs deep into the tight muscles, each rub causing the skin to toughen up, darken and swell, forming soft pads.
His feet crackled as they lengthened, the masseuse rubbing wider circles. His toes splayed, claws popping out as they relaxed. Ryan rumbled out a pleasured groan, wriggling his beans. Peter tugged at his toes, cracking them and pulling them a little further out.
Ryan’s arches tickled under the rabbit’s ministrations, then relaxed, growing longerin a series of creaks and pops. Soon the rabbit was rubbing two big, wide paws. Peter may have made them… a little bigger than perhaps he should have, but he was something of a paw slut.
The rabbit quickly finished up, leaving the lion’s huge paws to dangle, the formerly tight muscles limp.
“Flip,” Peter, said softly, tapping the lion’s shoulder.
Ryan opened his eyes groggily, the gentle, warm massage having put him to sleep. He flipped over, taking care to slide his towering feline shaft and hefty ballsac through the hole at the waist.
Peter began to massage around his tail, then gripped his firmly muscled buttcheeks and rubbed. Just as with his stomach, the kneading of the rabbit’s paws caused soft fat to swell into Ryan’s cheeks. His ass plumping and rounding into a juicy bubblebutt, the lion let out a muffled moan. The rabbit worked his paws deeper and the lion’s cheeks developed a merry wobble from the merest touch.
Ryan heard Peter take a breath and squirt more slick oil into his paws.
The lion squirmed as the masseuse spread his cheeks, gently setting aside his long, tufty tail and exposing his tight pucker to the air.
Peter prodded the ring, eliciting a gasp from the lion.
“There’s a lot of tension here,” Peter whispered into the lion’s ear. “You are far too tight.”
Ryan shuddered as the rabbit’s fingers gently pressed around the anus.
He slowly relaxed, growing used to the touch. As soon as the ring loosened, one of the rabbit’s dainty fingers wriggled into the lion’s tailhole. Peter teased and massaged Ryan’s inner walls, eliciting pitiful groans from the lion.
“You can just feel the knots.” Peter said, pressing another finger into the entrance.
Ryan just groaned and shuddered.
The rabbit’s thumbs hooked inside the lion’s entrance before he pressed down and massaged Ryan’s sphincter from the inside out. Ryan moaned and writhed, his hole clenching – muscles slackening with every prod of the rabbit’s soft paw.
He squirted more oil into the hole, working it in deep.
The muscles were so tight, Peter had no choice but to add in some soft fat, making Ryan’s dark ring swell and puff like a donut. He poked a finger into the puffy pucker and it sank right in. The rabbit nodded to himself. Ryan’s hole was nice and loose now, perfectly pliable and easy for any cock to claim.
As the tension left his pucker, the lion relaxed and moaned quietly.
“There we go, feel that tension leave you,” Peter crooned, inserting a finger easily into the lion’s limp hole.
Peter’s finger curled towards himself in a come-hither gesture.
Ryan groaned, tail lashing against the leg of the table. Peter smiled and slowly prodded the lion’s prostate, rubbing his smooth pawpad in circles. Ryan could feel the pressure on the back of cock, and couldn’t help but spurt precum in response.
“Unf! Unf!” Ryan grunted as his prostate swelled, with every light touch and gentle prod, growing more sensitive by the moment.
His cock twitched mutely beneath him, a puddle of pre rapidly growing on the ground below him as the rabbit continued to rub his insides.
"Please…” Ryan moaned in a combination of exhaustion and delight.
Ryan’s mind was awash in pleasure and despite his moaning – or perhaps because of it - the rabbit kept massaging the naturally large, healthy prostate. Ryan let out soft, happy noises, only to feel Peter press down firmly on the spongy, delightful organ.
Ryan’s prostate swelled and pleasure lanced like lightning through the lion’s mind.
“Urrnnnghf!” The lion’s screams of pleasure were muffled by the table’s padding. “Angf!”
Precum streamed from the lion’s cock like a faucet.
Ryan’s ass clenched and spasmed around the masseuse’s skilled fingers, but Peter held firm. The lion’s focus shifted from his cock to the radiant pleasure emanating from his hole. He needed to be fucked, to be filled and stretched.
When Ryan started bucking back into his fingers, Peter withdrew his paw, leaving the lion moaning.
“Oh man, my hole feels…” Ryan’s hole throbbed, empty and needy. “Can you…”
“In just a moment. I’m almost done, Ryan.” The rabbit patted the lion’s asscheeks, smiling as they wobbled. “Just one last test.”
The rabbit circled his finger around the lion’s loose, distended pucker. It winked and swallowed his fingers. Peter smirked as the muscles tried to suck him in deeper, the tips of his fingers brushing the lion’s prostate, making him buck his hips and moan.
“There. We’re all done.” Peter smiled. “How did you like your Total Bottom Massage, sir?”
“H-happy ending?” Ryan begged, subconsciously wriggling his butt.
“Of course!” Peter grinned and patted the lion's wobbly butt. “Anal, sir, like you requested earlier?”
“Mmm… yeah…” Ryan mumbled. “Anal…”
Peter massaged his cock, which had been achingly hard the entire time, and added a squirt of his finishing oil. This would set the changes into place. Jeff had requested Ryan be properly loose for the party tonight, a Total Bottom. Who was the rabbit to say no?
Peter hopped up on the table and gently spread the lion’s cheeks.
Ryan felt the bunny’s weight settle on top of him, the rabbit straddling his rear like a cowboy riding a bull. With one well-practiced thrust, the bunny’s little pink shaft blew through the lion’s soft, puffy donut and straight into his guts. Ryan yowled as the little dick found his prostate instantly, pleasure jolting him, making him shudder beneath the lithe herbivore.
“You like that?” Peter asked quietly.
“Yeah.” Ryan moaned, “Harder!”
The bunny’s cock jabbed away at the lion’s prostate. His dainty little cock was like a prostate-seeking homing missile, and he absolutely wrecked that ass. Peter’s hips were a blur as he pummeled the lion’s hole into submission.
“What a slutty little bottom you are,” The rabbit whispered into the lion’s ear. “Getting topped by a guy with a four-inch dick. Bet you love being dominated by a little herbivore like me.”
Ryan wanted to argue with him, but there was no arguing with the white-hot bliss the rabbit was giving him. He bucked back into the rabbit’s thrusts, trying to keep up. His other paw reached under the table and gripped his throbbing cock, stroking it in time with the thrusts.
“What are you doing, slut?” Peter whispered savagely, putting force into his words, “You don’t need a dick. It’s useless. Let it hang.”
The rabbit thrust his hips harder, cock jabbing the lion’s prostate directly this time, not just gliding past it.
Ryan yowled, seeing stars and let his cock swing free. The ache of his hard cock was forgotten, and it dangled, untouched below him. All he could think about was the pleasure building in his needy hole, radiating throughout his body.
Peter smiled as he noticed the lion’s paw release his grip on his dick. He bucked his hips into the lion’s sweet abyss, enjoying the wobble of Ryan’s luscious ass and the way each prod of his dainty cock made the lion yelp and yowl in delight.
Ryan was getting close, his toes curling from the sheer pleasure. He wondered how such a small cock could have him mewling like a kitten. The rabbit jabbed his prostate again, and he helplessly flexed and splayed his toes, gasping for air.
Oh god, he-he was gonna!
“Cum for me, slut,” Peter hissed, thrusting his cock as deep as he could, making sure to nail the prostate.
Ryan convulsed on the table, his cock shooting ropes of pearlescent lion seed all over the floor. His asshole spasmed and that was all Peter needed. His tiny dick twitched and painted the lion’s insides white with rabbit spunk, hips grinding his cock hard against the lion's plump prostate.
"Grrnnnf!" Ryan screamed, his cock pulsing as the rabbit milked more and more cum from him. "Nnnfak!"
"Yeah, it is good." Peter said, gasping as his orgasm waned.
The rabbit collapsed on top of the huge, softly muscled lion. The dimly-lit room was filled with the sounds of their quiet breathing as they enjoyed the afterglow. All Ryan could smell was the musk of their love-making and le tigre and lavender, all of which lulled him into a deep, passive state.
A knock came from the door.
The rabbit gingerly pulled out, leaving the lion to shudder and quake on the table.
“There you go, sir, nice and loose.” The rabbit slapped the lion’s ass, setting Ryan’s bubbly cheeks wobbling.
Ryan just groaned and lay still on the table as cum trickled from his loose asshole down his legs.
Peter walked over to the door, his dick flaccid and dangling between his legs. He opened it, letting Jeff inside. Peter admired the tiger’s ass. Maybe one day he’d get a shot at it.
“Hey Ryan, how was your massage?” Jeff grinned as he saw the fully-transformed lion on the massage table.
Ryan just grunted and gave Jeff a thumbs-up, his eyes closed, totally relaxed and loose.
“He was feeling really tight so I loosened him up. Should be ready to you tonight, sir,” The rabbit said, winking at the tiger.
“Thanks Pete,” The tiger smiled, slipping the rabbit a twenty.
“It’s Peter.” The rabbit rolled his eyes. “Do you want me to get him? I usually let them sleep it off, but-”
Jeff walked forward and hefted the limp plumply-muscled lion off the massage table with a soft grunt. He helped the lion to his feet, the anthro’s big paws shifting, legs wobbling as Ryan adjusted to his new body weight.
“Come on pal, we gotta get to the lockers and change.” Jeff said, steadying the woozy, wobbly lion.
Ryan’s hole was throbbing, the need to be filled dying down, but it felt like someone had shoved a pineapple up his ass. He walked bowlegged, leaning against Jeff as he walked towards the door, the entire time admiring how the massively muscled tiger’s veins stood out on his arms.
Peter led the way again, but Ryan wasn’t all that interested in the rabbit anymore. His eyes had settled on the fat bulge in Jeff’s shorts, imagining the tiger's fat cock stretching his tailhole. That might be enough to fill him up, but who knows - he was a very slutty bottom, after all.
By the time they were at the juice bar, Ryan felt much more like himself, chest thrust out and stride confident.
His large ass bounced and wobbled with every step, barely contained by the gym’s skimpy shorts, the pink straps of his thong peaking out. He kept close to Jeff’s side and, to his delight, Jeff held his hand! The lion smiled shyly at Jeff and the tiger smiled back, his other paw rubbing Ryan's bottom.
Eventually, the reached the juice bar.
The rabbit bustled behind the counter, getting the carnivores their usual after-workout shakes, taking a shot of carrot juice as he did.
Ryan sat down in the chair and sighed. His hole still throbbed, but not from discomfort. He was feeling strangely… empty down there. The rabbit returned with their protein-and-kale shakes and set them on the counter in front of the two felines.
Ryan chugged his shake and tried not to grimace. To be completely honest, he was a dessert shake kinda guy, hence the lack of definition like Jeff had. But he didn’t want to like, get FAT fat, you know? So bottom’s up.
He polished it off as quick as he could, then let out a burp behind a paw.
Jeff was still drinking his shake, tail flicking happily, like he actually enjoyed it. Peter was off in the corner, washing the juicer. The lion’s eyes continued scanning the environment until they fell on the mirror behind the bar.
When Ryan looked into the mirror, he saw a rather handsome tiger next to a rather cute lion with highlights in his mane.
He couldn’t put his finger on why Jeff was handsome to him and he merely looked cute. Perhaps it was the subtle roundness to all of Ryan’s features, like he still retained his babyfat. Or the bigger, bright blue eyes. His eyes roamed lower and centered on the tank top he was wearing.
On his shirt, he noticed that ‘Ryan’ was stitched in gold thread across his heart.
For a moment, Ryan thought he was seeing things. Hadn’t it read ‘Guest’ before? But that was silly, he and Jeff worked out here every day after nabbing two memberships to the exclusive gym.
He finished his shake and turned to Jeff.
“Lockers?”
Jeff smiled and said…