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Drew’s voice hit me like a slap. Low, calm, like he already knew I was going to do whatever he asked. “Your throat’s ready, boy?” he said, stepping into the locker room fully. His shoes echoed on the floor. “We’re gonna have some fun.”
My mouth was still wet with Cole's sweat. I was on my knees, back arched, flushed and wanting more. But my cock was rock hard. My body buzzed like it wanted to be used.
Cole stood over me, still towering in his underwear. He didn’t look at Drew. He looked at me. Smirking. Like this had been the plan all along.
I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
Drew peeled off his tee and tossed it on a nearby bench. His arms flexed with the motion, veins rising across his thick forearms. His torso gleamed with sweat, golden and solid, every inch of him carved and heavy. Broad pecs, a dense chest, abs tight beneath a sheen of heat. He looked like the kind of man who could crush someone with one hand and not even blink.
Cole finally turned toward him, casual as ever. “Told you he’s been obsessed for days,” he said. “Would probably crawl over broken glass just to lick my balls.”
Drew cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah boy?”
Then his eyes dropped to me. “That true?” he asked. “You desperate for my buddy’s cock?”
My throat tightened. I hesitated, eyes flicking between them. “Uhm …”
Before I could stammer anything else, Drew stepped forward and grabbed my face gently. His hand was big, warm, calloused from lifting.
“You ain’t getting a cock tonight if you don’t admit it,” he said, voice low and sharp.
His thumb pressed into my cheek. “Say it. Say you’re desperate.”
I swallowed hard, my breath shaky against his fingers.
“I’m—” My voice cracked. I tried again. “I’m desperate.”
Drew’s grip tightened. “For what?”
I could barely look him in the eye. “For Cole's cock.”
He smiled. Not kindly. Like he’d won something.
Cole laughed behind me. “He’s got manners now.”
Drew let go of my face and stepped back. “Then prove it.”
I blinked. “Sir?”
Cole leaned against the locker, arms crossed like he was waiting for a show.
“You want my cock in your mouth tonight?” Cole said. “Then earn it. Worship Drew. Show me how badly you want to suck my cock.”
Cole stepped behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his abs on my neck. The heat from his body made my skin prickle, but he didn’t touch me. Just stood there, watching.
“Then show him.”
A tap of his knee nudged my shoulder. Firm. Unmistakable.
I didn’t hesitate. My body responded before my brain did. I turned toward Drew, still kneeling, and crawled forward. Like I was being handed from one man to another.
Drew didn’t say a word. He just stood there, towel around his neck, eyes locked on me. Watching. Waiting.
When I reached him, I placed my hands on his thighs. They were thick and warm. Damp with fresh sweat. My fingers sank into the meat of them as I leaned in, drawn by the heat radiating off his body.
Cole's voice followed, steady and cold. “Impress me.”
I glanced back once; he was now back to leaning against the locker, calm as ever, cock still hidden but hard beneath the underwear. Not giving me anything until I proved I deserved it.
“Prove it,” he said. “And my cock hits your throat tonight.”
Drew let me press my face into the waistband of his joggers. I didn’t even think; my forehead lowered, nose brushing the sweat-damp cotton stretched tight over Drew’s bulge. The scent hit me immediately. Raw. Thick. Not just gym sweat, but something deeper. Pheromonal. Like his cock had been stewing in that heat all day just for me.
My lips hovered there, barely touching fabric, just breathing him in. I didn’t know if I was allowed to go further, but Drew’s hand dropped onto the back of my head, fingers spreading through my hair like he was claiming me.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “Breathe it in, boy.”
I pressed harder. Mouth open now. Inhaling the heat from his crotch like it was oxygen. My cock throbbed beneath me, untouched, dripping into my briefs.
Behind me, Cole let out a low laugh. “That’s more like it.”
I looked up at Drew once, eyes wide.
He smirked and slid his joggers down in one quick motion. No underwear. His cock dropped out; half-hard, heavy and long... 7 inches, veined, darker than I expected. His balls swung low, damp with sweat.
My mouth watered.
“Start slow,” Cole said behind me. “This ain’t a race. Make him feel it.”
I leaned in and dragged my tongue from the base of Drew’s cock up to the tip. His skin was salty, musky, raw. I opened my mouth and took the head in, swirling my tongue around it, then sliding down bit by bit.
“Fuck yes, boy,” Drew muttered.
I kept going, working the shaft with my mouth, my hand gently cupping his balls. They were sticky with sweat, hot and full. I rolled them in my palm, letting the scent coat my fingers.
Cole ran his fingers through his bulge trying to rub his bulge.
“Look at you Mike,” he said. “Taking another man’s cock like it’s nothing. You really want mine that bad?”
I moaned around Drew’s dick. "Yes, I do".
The vibration made him twitch.
“Don’t forget the balls,” Cole added. “He’s had a sweaty set today.”
I pulled off, gasping for air, and leaned in. Licked across Drew’s sack. The taste hit me deeper than anything I’d known. Pure gym sweat. Rich and absolutely feral. I buried my face between his legs and breathed like it was oxygen.
Drew let out a soft laughter. “Shit. This boy is hungry.”
I opened my mouth again, sucked one of his balls in, slowly, gently. My tongue lapped at the skin while my nose pressed into his musk.
Cole started rubbing his bulge harder now. “You like that?” he said to Drew. “He’s been edging himself for days thinking about this.”
“Yeah, he’s good,” Drew said, voice low. “Desperate little thing.”
I looked up at him. My mouth hung open, panting, lips slick. “Please,” I whispered.
Cole raised an eyebrow. “Please what?”
“I want to taste you,” I said. “Please. I’ll do anything.”
Drew chuckled. “You hear that? He wants your dick now.”
Cole stepped closer . “Well, you know the deal,” he said. “You suck him dry. Earn it and swallow his load. Then maybe I let you swallow tonight.”
I nodded. I turned back to Drew and opened my mouth wider. Took him in deeper. His cock was rock hard now. It filled my mouth, thick at the base, veiny along the sides. I gagged once, then adjusted. Pressed forward.
His hand landed on the back of my head.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Drew growled. “Throat it, boy.”
He started to guide me, shallow thrusts into my mouth. My lips stretched wide around him. My hands clutched his thighs, pulling him closer.
Cole watched. “That’s what you want, right? A real man’s cock down your throat. That’s what turns you on.”
"Yes Sir, I do", I replied.
Drew tensed. “fuckk...”
His thighs locked, and I felt it; his cock pulsing once, twice. Then thick heat flooded the back of my throat. I moaned as he came, swallowing on instinct, my eyes rolling back. His hand stayed tight in my hair.
When it was done, I pulled off. My lips were wet. My jaw ached. My face was flushed.
Cole crouched down. “Look at me.”
I looked up.
“Do you think you've earned it yet?” he asked.
I nodded quickly. “Yes. Please. I need it.”
He reached down and held my chin. “Not yet.”
My heart sank.
“What?” I whispered.
He leaned in, close enough that his breath hit my face. “You want to taste me?” he said, voice low. “You really want it?”
“Yes,” I begged.
He grinned. “Then prove you can wait.”
I whimpered.
Cole stood. Looked at Drew. “What do you think? Should I let him suck me tonight?”
Drew wiped sweat off his chest with his towel. “Hmmm.” He looked down at me, then back at Cole. “He’s got a good mouth. Desperate tongue.”
Cole smirked, arms still crossed. “Not gonna lie… this boy can swallow. I might just let him tonight.”
My heart thudded in my chest. My lips were still wet with Drew’s scent, and I didn’t dare move. Cole pushed off the locker; got dressed and stepped forward. “Get up. Let’s go.”
Drew chuckled, tossing his towel on the bench. “Don’t shower,” he said, nudging Cole with his elbow. “Let him take in the full musk. He’s earned it.”
Cole gave a crooked grin. “Lucky little fuck.”
I followed him, dripping, hungry, and completely obedient. I didn’t even deny how badly I wanted him.
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