Feed Those Gains

Two gym buddies walk into the empty steam room after their workout and sit in the back, relaxing as the heat loosens their swollen muscles. They open up their towels and spread their legs.

“I never get tired of seeing that,” River says.

“What, my dick?” Diego asks, thumping his thick wedge of Cuban meat against his inner thigh. 

“Nah, man,” River replied, thwacking his semi-hardon in his palm, “Never get tired of seeing mine.”

The guys chuckle and lean their heads back against the tiling, letting the heat draw out their sweat and tension. 

Diego lifts his hand and grabs the thick chest of his buddy. “These are getting big. There are really shredded now too.” He said, rubbing the abs below them.

“Thanks, man. Wish I could grow some real fur on it all like you, though,” River says, stroking his friend’s brown torso hair, “but — you know that smooth Korean torso. Like a dolphin.”

“A fucking hot dolphin.”

They chuckled again and lay back to chill.

The door opens back behind the steam, and they hear someone walking towards them. A thick dad with a belly, wide arms, and jiggling pecs walks into view. The gym buds look at him: Not bad, and the gut’s kind of hot. The chest on the stranger is huge, too, with pecs that — while not as firm, chiseled, and taught as their own demigod stacks of muscle — swell out further with a dense, deep fatty pump, thick and bouncing as he takes steps closer, a mix of the juiciness of breasts with the meatiness of pectorals. River and Diego are surprised to find their mouths water and their cocks pump up with a few spurts of blood rushing into them.

The dad-stranger compliments the young studs’ bodies and drops down on his knees to stroke their semi-soft cocks. River and Diego look at each other and shrug a silent why not? and let their heads tilt back, their eyes close, as the stranger smoothly strokes them until they’re hard. He performs expertly, competent and practiced, to turn River’s cut, and Diego’s uncut, poles into steel rods.

Now that they’re hard, the man takes his pecs and wraps them around their shafts — fucks their poles a bit, one at the time, rubbing the steam and sweat of the sauna into a slick coating. 

“Bro,” says River, tilting his head back. “That feels crazy good.”

“Hell…” mutters Diego, “it’s just like chick tits, but better. Firmer.”

The steam room is quiet and still, except for the bursts of hot water, the slurping sounds of their cocks stroked between fat, jiggling pecs, and the moans of the two strong men echoing low.

“Fuck… he’s just… keeping it right… on the… unnnhhh….”

“The edge — yeah, the… fuckin’ edge — shit….” Diego echoes when it is his turn to get tit-fucked again.

The boys are late for work, but they have stopped caring. The tit-magic on this dad is much better than one afternoon of responsibility. They tell themselves they’ll leave the sauna when someone else comes into the dim room, but they don’t know the stranger has put a sign reading closed for service on the outside of the translucent glass door, and wedged it shut from intruders. 

The young men’s precum begins oozing out copiously, slicking up their cocks, his chest meat, and the stone bench under them. Diego is gasping as his dick is stroked and squeezed by that jiggly flesh just within millimeters of crossing over the edge and cumming like Mount Vesuvius. River is whining and humps the chest pillows trying to cum on the older man’s face, but the stranger is a master of service skills; he won’t let them cum until the time is ripe.

When the boys are delirious from sweating and edging, the stranger moves between the two of them, on his knees. He rubs his nipples on their cock heads, smearing the precum on their sensitive glandes. He presses his fat pecs on those rigid poles, slowly increasing the downward pressure of his wide nipples onto them until — pop! pop! Their hard cocks penetrate the nipples.

The guys groan loudly with pleasure, almost yelling from the intensity. The flesh is so tight and full of juiciness that’s warm, the flesh squeezing on them, as if the inside of each fat pec were made entirely of five huge tongues lapping and pulling on their dicks at once. 

Before River and Diego can adjust to the intense pleasure and process the freakiness happening to them, they’ve been sucked down to the hilts of their cocks. Their heavy alpha dicks are imprisoned in those fat pecs, being licked, caressed, and sucked nonstop.

“Shit, what the—! What the… uunnnffff…. What the fuck is happening, man?” River mutters. He is trying to figure out what’s going on, if this is all real or a fever dream of horror and pleasure. The steam, the cock service, those fleshy wet folds crushing and milking his cock — his brain wants to stop thinking and just … cum cum cum cum. He can almost hear a voice in his head purring, cooing to get him to let go of any panic and do what his tightening balls are about to do.

Diego grits his teeth like when he’s in a match, his fighter instinct trying to scream a warning, but its voice is muffled by that sultry voice in his head and the immense pleasures seducing both men. He presses his sinewy hand against the pec engulfing his cock, but it’s squishy and meaty with both muscle and fat, and his hand presses deep into the softness but cant get the sucking nipple off his rod. As if taunting Diego, the nipples ooze clear, oily slime like a wave of viscous precum that runs down his and River’s balls, coating them, making them lubricated enough for the nipple to somehow slurp them up too. 

Diego cries out in pleasure as his sack and balls are being worked by those muscle tongues inside too. River pants and begins moaning loudly, but no one hears them — it’s been a long time since the gym closed for the night. Eleven hours of feverish pleasure have dripped by in one unbroken, lurid pleasure.

The young men can hardly form words, except for fucks and each other’s names, panicked for each other’s safety but unable to resist. 

Then the cumming starts. They can feel the thick ropes gushing from their slits, thick and hot, primed by hours of worship. The orgasms continue unbroken as the seconds turn into minutes, the ropes pass 10, 20, 40 gushes. They thrash and try to pull back from the growing tits, but it would take enough pressure to rip their dicks off to pull out, and unwilling for that, they once again give in, groaning, as the endless orgasm ruins any hope of clear thought. Their heads again tilt back against the wall and slide against each other as those fat tits thoroughly, mercilessly suck out every bolt of virile strength from their bodies, before slurping away their years of hard-earned gains as dense, creamy streams of nutritious cum.