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Subject: Locker Room Fuckfest Part 1 [gay male athletics; gay male encounters] Locker Room Fuckfest by BateBroTPA Josh let the bench press bar come back to rest on the rack with a satisfied grunt. It was the last rep of a challenging workout and he was more than ready to hit the showers. And he needed it–he’d sweat all the through his workout clothes. Black muscle tank, short shorts over a white Bike jockstrap, and a sweaty white pair of crew socks: all of it radiating the scent of a man in his prime. Not that Josh minded–he loved the way he smelled after a hard workout. Nice ripe, hairy pits were the mark of a real man, and Josh enjoyed the smell a lot–of his own and any other dude’s. Before heading to the locker room, he took a minute to admire himself in the full-length mirror situated in front of the bench press station. He liked what he saw. His six-foot frame was packed with muscle; body hair and a full beard proved his masculinity was not in doubt. Looking around the gym, he saw a lot of guys who looked like him–bros who worked hard and got results. Big chests, broad shoulders, bulging biceps, muscular quads stretching the guys’ lifting shorts to the breaking point…. Josh started to chub up a little, and the head of his dick was clearly visible through his shorts. He was proud of it and had every reason to be–nothing wrong with showing off your manhood in a place filled with men. “Reason infinity to belong to a men-only gym,” he thought to himself. His dickhead wasn’t the only one giving VPL out on the gym floor, either. Most of these guys were proud of what they had to show and they knew there’d be plenty of bros around who appreciated the view. Josh definitely did. As he surveyed the other guys on the floor, he caught more than one of them looking back at him. They’d exchanged a knowing look before their eyes moved on. He’d gotten to know many of them in the steam room and showers, which he was about to hit up again. He decided to move things along before his semi turned into a full boner right there in front of the weight rack. “Always so fucking horned after a workout,” he thought to himself. “All this fucking testosterone.” He gathered his stuff and headed for the locker room. Most guys came to the gym right after they got off work, but not Josh. He preferred to wait until after the rush–smaller crowds, less waiting around for a station. Plus, things tended to get a little cruisier in the late evenings. And what’s the point of belonging to a men-only gym if you aren’t able to some sweaty fun after a workout? There were maybe half a dozen guys around when he walked into the locker room–some he knew and greeted with a nod, some he didn’t. They were all easy on the eyes, especially since they were all in varying states of undress, from full nude to jock strap to almost fully clothed and about to leave. And fuck–the smell. All that sweat and testosterone, sweaty soaked gym clothes in lockers while their owners showered or got off in the sauna. The urinals weren’t far away, either. If Josh could’ve bottled that scent he would have–nothing smells better than spaces dominated by men, and especially spaces where they worked up a sweat–whether from their workouts or from what they did afterward in the locker room. As Josh approached the locker where he’d stashed his stuff, he pulled off his sweaty tank top and got a whiff of his pits. The ripe scent made his cock throb. He nodded at the couple of guys who were watching him as he stripped down. One of them, wearing just a towel, grabbed his dick and rubbed it a little, showing off the head of a nice, meaty, semi-stiff dick. Josh grinned and nodded in the direction of the steam room. The guy winked and leaned in close to say something to his buddy, who grinned and looked at Josh. It was gonna be a fun evening. Standing at his locker, Josh took a drink from his water bottle and sprayed some on his face and chest to cool off a bit before hitting the steam room. It was going to be hot in there–for more reasons than one. He pulled out his phone to check his messages, shirtless and dripping sweat onto the floor. He was so absorbed kocaeli escort in his phone he didn’t notice his buddy Chris walk in until he was right beside him. “Fuck, bro! Sorry, didn’t see you walk in!” “No worries, bro. I figured you were working out a booty call.” “Who needs a booty call when you work out at this gym,” Josh said, jerking his head in the direction of the guy he’d exchanged glances with earlier. Chris laughed. He’d just gotten to the gym so he was still fully dressed, but as they chatted he started to strip. Josh openly admired Chris’s frame as he pulled his shirt off. “Fuck, bro! Looking good! That chest workout must be killer.” “Yeah man, it’s the shit…painful but it fucking works.” Josh reached out and squeezed his buddy’s hairy pec, letting his fingers slide across his nipple as he did it. Chris laughed and batted Josh’s hand away. “Hey man, I just got here…don’t distract me from my workout. Maybe you’ll still be here when I get done.” Josh grinned and sat down on the bench. Chris sat beside him; both men were taking off their shoes and socks. “Looks like you had a good workout, Josh. You’re fucking drenched in sweat. Smells like it too.” Chris leaned in and gave his buddy’s right pit a nice deep whiff. Josh raised his arm so the hairy, sweaty right armpit was fully on display. “Fuck, bro!” Chris said. “Fucking ripe!” “Hell yeah, bro! You know you like it.” “mmm…yeah man, you know I do. Smells like a fucking man.” “Nothing better,” Josh said. He was getting horny so he stood up and stripped to his Bike jock. Josh personally thought that the sight of a big dick shoved in a white jockstrap that could barely hold it was one of the hottest sights in the world, which is why he stuffed his own big dick into one every time he came to the gym. He knew plenty of other guys in the locker room agreed with him–more than one had told him so–and he was happy to show off his unit. Not that the front of Josh’s jock was all that white anymore. He wore it for every workout and rarely washed it. He’d added another layer of sweat today, which mixed in nicely with the piss and precum stains it was already sporting. He stood there for a second letting Chris get a good look; he noticed the guy lean in a little and inhale. Then he pulled it off, revealing his chubbed up dong and a hairy set of low hangers. The scent of his musky crotch filled the air. Playfully, he pulled the jock to his nose and took a whiff. “Fuck man, guess I better wash this at some point.” Chris laughed. “No way, dude. It’s perfect just the way it is.” He took the jock out of Josh’s hands and put his own nose in it. Both the guys across the room were watching them now, and the guy in the towel was rubbing what was very clearly a nice big boner hiding underneath it. Josh laughed and took the jock back, throwing it in his locker and grabbing a fresh towel. “Alright, pervert. Have a good workout. I’m gonna hit the steam room.” “Later, dude. I’m guessing you’ll get in a second workout while you’re in there.” “Hope so,” Josh said, walking away. Chris took a minute to appreciate Josh’s hairy jock butt as he walked away. Another minute and he might have buried his nose in there, too. Josh didn’t throw his towel around his waist; instead, he threw it over his shoulder. Nothing wrong with showing off your naked manhood in here, he knew. And although most of the action happened in the steam room and showers, a dude walking around with a boner was a pretty common sight in that locker room. Before hitting the steam, he took a detour to the urinals. He needed to piss bad. And the nice thing about not wearing a towel is that he could pull up to the piss trough and let loose with no annoying clothes in the way. His dick was still chubbed up but he was able to piss with no problem–a nice thick stream hit the back of the trough, splashing everywhere. Josh was proud–to him, just another demonstration of his manhood. Before he finished, the guy in the towel came up beside him, pulled off the towel, and let loose a hot stream of his own. “Hey man…Shane here. Looks like you had a good workout.” “Fuck kocaeli escort bayan yeah, bro. Killer. Name’s Josh.” They actually shook hands while both of their dicks were out spraying piss everywhere. “Nice to meet you, Josh.” He was openly starting at Josh’s dick; Josh returned the favor, and was happy with what he saw: a nice hairy bush and about six uncut inches of thick meat, chubbed up and promising to get even bigger when its owner got truly turned on. Nice low-hanging sack, too. “Nice dong, bro,” Josh said. No point in wasting time. “Fuck bro, you too.” Their streams had finished but they kept their hands on their dicks even after they’d shaken off the last drops of piss. They were both stroking openly and chubbing up even more. “Haven’t seen you around before,” Josh said. “You new?” “Nah, been a member for a while, usually come in the mornings. My buddy was telling me this was a better time to come, though.” Josh chuckled. “It’s the BEST time to come,” he said giving his now totally stiff pecker a shake. “Most of the fun happens in the steam room. You gonna join?” “Fuck yeah, bro!” So both guys, now sporting full boners, headed for the steam room. Neither bothered to cover his junk with a towel; they enjoyed the looks they got from the dudes heading for the showers or coming away from the steam room area. Josh pulled open the door and was immediately hit by a rush of steam accompanied by one of his favorite smells in the world–sweaty dudes having sex. He looked at Sean and grinned. “Come on in, bro.” They stepped inside. It was a little dark–the lights were lower and the steam wasn’t helping. But there was still plenty to see. It was a large steam room, with tiered benches around the walls. And there were about a dozen other guys in there, all in various stages of going on it. At least two couples were fucking. One guy was riding his buddy while he sat on the benches; another dude was bent over taking it from behind. Plenty of guys on their knees, sucking their buddies’ hairy dicks while stroking their own raging boners. And a couple of guys were just enjoying the show, openly masturbating while they watched the other dudes fuck around. Josh fucking loved this place. To him, this is what the world should be like. Just men, getting each other off, no shame, no labels. He’d thought it a million times but it ran through his head again, as it did every time he walked in there: “There’s nothing more masculine than men.” And this place proved it. All these sweaty men had showed up to throw some weights around and work up a sweat. And like all jocks, all that lifting sent their testosterone levels through the roof. Blowing a load in the steam room or the showers after a workout was the best way to satisfy all their needs. And they needed a lot. “Fuck yes,” Sean whispered under his breath. Josh heard him and smiled. He nodded for Sean to join him and they put down their towels and took a seat beside each other on the middle tier bench. “I fucking love this place, man,” Josh said. Sean nodded. “It’s not like I didn’t fuck around in here after my morning workouts, but there were never this many guys here at once. My buddy was right!” Josh scooted closer to him on the bench so that their hairy thighs were rubbing against each other. “Fuck yeah, dude. Nothing better.” As he said it he reached over and grabbed Sean’s seven inch dick. Sean grunted then reached out and grabbed Josh’s. They stroked each other for a moment taking in the view. After a minute, Sean said, “Fuck dude. Feels so good,” and he looked Josh full in the face. Josh took the hint and planted a kiss on the dude’s face, grinding their beards together and probing each other’s hot mouths with their tongues. Before long they were both oozing precum from their stiff dicks. Sean started to rub the stuff around the head of Josh’s swollen dick. He pulled away from the kiss. “Fuck, dude!” Sean said. “That’s a lot of fucking precum!” It was true; Josh had always been a heavy precummer. Especially in insanely hot situations like this one. “Yeah, bro, can’t help it.” He reached down and smeared yahya kaptan escort some on his fingertip, then sucked it off his finger. “Tastes great, too.” Sean grinned. “I bet,” he said, and he moved so that he was between Josh’s hairy, muscular thighs. Josh spread them wide to give Sean full access to his junk. “Fucking manspreading,” he thought, then threw his head back with pleasure as his new buddy took his fat hardon in his wet mouth. Sean was an expert cocksucker. He was squeezing and pulling Josh’s hairy nutsack with one hand while his head was bobbing up and down on Josh’s stiff shaft. He was slurping and slobbering and even gagging a little on Josh’s dick. Sean loved sucking cock and Josh had a nice one; he got off on serving bros and he had definitely come to the right place at the right time. But the position he was in left him vulnerable in other ways. His muscled butt was facing out to the rest of the guys, and as he worked on Josh’s pole, several of those other guys noticed. His ass crack had just enough hair in it to remind you he was a dude, but his pink asshole was clearly visible and tempting some of the alpha tops on the prowl that evening. Josh caught the eye of one of them across the room, his buddy Thomas. He grinned and looked from Thomas to Sean’s ass, giving a nod. Josh had no idea what Sean was into, but he figured no guy would display his ass like that in this situation without expecting to get bred. He was right. Thomas came over and put his hand on Sean’s ass; Sean made an appreciative grunt and kept working on Josh’s dick. Consent was granted as far as Thomas was concerned. He went to his knees and shoved his face in Sean’s ass. He may have been an alpha, but even alpha bros love the smell and taste of a sweaty muscle ass. Sean’s did not disappoint. Thomas drank in the musk with his nose and attacked the dude’s pucker with his tongue, getting it nice and wet. He slid in a finger, and then two. Sean came up for air just long enough to say “OH FUCK” before Josh shoved his face back onto his throbbing prick. Thomas judged his target to be ready, so he stood up and spit on his eight inch dick. Between the sweat, the steam, and the spit, the dude’s hole was wet and ready. Thomas lined up his piss slit with the new guy’s asshole and shoved it in balls deep. Sean took it like a fucking pro. He was where he was meant to be–spit roasted by two muscle bros while a bunch of other dudes watched and fucked around themselves. He lived to take dick in both his holes. He was grunting and moaning but still working Josh’s cock and balls; meanwhile, with every thrust of his muscular body, Thomas was driving the helpless pussy boy crazy with lust. Josh probably could have held back longer, but he didn’t really want to. He needed a cum, and it was always good to get a quick one out of the way before taking your time to work up to load number two. So he locked eyes with Thomas, grabbed the back of Sean’s head, and grunted. “I’m gonna fucking sperm, bros” he said, loudly. A few of the other guys looked over to see the show, but some were too occupied themselves to notice. Josh let out a roar as his orgasm surged through his hairy nuts along his thick shaft and out his cocktip into Sean’s slurping mouth. Spurt after spurt of thick jizz, and Sean swallowed every drop. Thomas was clearly close, too; he’d already been fooling around for a while and he was definitely ready to drop a load. Seeing his buddy Josh squirt in this guy’s mouth pushed him over the edge. He gave a load grunt and shoved his fat cock all the way up Sean’s butt before his dick exploded with a hot wad of bareback jock jizz. After about a minute of spasms, his dick stopped throbbing. Josh was grinning at him; Sean had pulled his mouth off the man’s dick and was looking back at Thomas with lust in his eyes. “Fuck, dude,” he said to Thomas. “Consider your territory marked.” Thomas laughed and let his cock slip from the dude’s ass with a plop; a heavy dose of jizz started to leak out of the slightly gaped pucker. “Something tells me I won’t be the last tonight. I’m not even sure I was the first.” Sean just grinned and shrugged his shoulders. He stood up straight and showed off his still totally stiff cock, which was oozing a stream of precum long enough to almost reach his knees. “Fuck,” he said aloud. “Who’s next?” Josh grinned. It was gonna be a memorable night.
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