The lease agreement had one clause circled in red. Brad skimmed it twice before signing — he needed the gym space bad enough to overlook quirks.
"Rule four," the landlord said, thumb tapping the paper. "No exceptions."
Brad's new home gym smelled of industrial cleaner and fresh rubber mats. His first visitor, Jason, hesitated at the threshold, gripping his duffel bag like a shield. "So this is … mandatory?"
Brad dropped his shorts without hesitation, the air cool against his skin. "House rules." His cock hung thick against his thigh, already half-hard from the anticipation. Jason swallowed, then stepped out of his clothes like a man peeling off armor.
Jason's breath hitched as the last of his clothing pooled at his feet. His fingers twitched at his sides, unsure where to settle now that the duffel bag was gone. Brad watched the younger man's muscles tense beneath smooth skin, the way his cock twitched involuntarily at the exposure. Neither spoke as Jason's gaze traveled down Brad's body — lingering on the curve of his biceps, the dusting of silver hair across his chest, the undeniable weight between his legs.
Brad moved first, closing the distance between them with two deliberate strides. He cupped Jason's jaw, feeling the stubble scrape against his palm. "You're shaking," he murmured, thumb brushing the pulse point beneath Jason's ear. Jason exhaled sharply when Brad's other hand slid down the groove of his spine, coming to rest just above the swell of his ass. The warmth of their bodies mingled in the space between them, Jason's erection pressing against Brad's thigh.
Their mouths met with a slow, searching pressure. Brad licked into him, tasting coffee and nervous sweat, while his fingers traced the dip of Jason's lower back. The kiss deepened as Jason groaned, hands finally finding purchase on Brad's hips, fingertips digging into hard muscle. Brad broke away just long enough to spit into his palm before wrapping his hand around them both, their cocks sliding together in his grip. Precum smeared between them, hot and slick.
Jason gasped, head tipping back as Brad worked them in steady strokes, his beard scraping the younger man's throat. "Fuck —" Jason choked out, hips jerking forward. Brad nipped at his collarbone, then soothed the spot with his tongue, murmuring praise against damp skin. He could feel Jason's thighs trembling, could hear the wet sound of their bodies moving together, could smell the musk of their arousal thickening the air. Jason's nails dragged down Brad's shoulders when his rhythm stuttered — close, so close — and Brad tightened his grip just enough to pull a broken sound from Jason's throat.
Jason's knees buckled as Brad's thumb swiped over the slick head of his cock, spreading the leaking precum down the shaft with torturous precision. He clutched at Brad's shoulders, fingers digging into the dense muscle, breath coming in ragged bursts against the older man's neck. Brad growled low in his chest, the sound vibrating through Jason's body as he adjusted his stance, spreading his legs wider to accommodate Jason's weight.
The younger man whimpered when Brad's free hand gripped the back of his thigh, hiking his leg up to hook around Brad's hip. The new angle drove their cocks harder together in Brad's fist, Jason's balls tight and drawn up against his body. Brad licked a stripe up the side of Jason's throat, tasting salt and desperation. "That's it," he murmured against Jason's jaw, his breath hot. "Let me feel you."
Jason's hips stuttered uncontrollably, his cock pulsing in Brad's grip as the first wave hit him. Thick streaks of cum painted Brad's fingers and midriff, the wet heat of it spilling between them as Jason shuddered through his release. Brad didn't stop stroking, working him through it until Jason gasped and twitched from oversensitivity, his hands scrabbling weakly at Brad's back.
Only then did Brad release him, bringing his glistening fingers to his own mouth and sucking them clean with a satisfied hum. Jason watched, dazed, as Brad swallowed — then moaned outright when Brad gripped his own thick erection and gave it two slow, deliberate pumps. "My turn," Brad growled, pushing Jason backward onto the weight bench with one firm hand on his chest. Jason's legs fell open instinctively, his spent cock twitching against his stomach as Brad loomed over him, his own need evident in the way his thighs flexed and his balls hung heavy between them.
Brad's calloused palms slid up Jason's trembling thighs, fingers splaying wide across the smooth skin still damp with sweat. The weight bench creaked beneath them as Jason arched his back, his body pliant now, every resistance melted away. Brad leaned down, his beard scratching Jason's sternum as he dragged his tongue along the shallow groove between pectorals, savoring the salt of exertion still clinging to the younger man's skin. Jason's breath hitched when Brad's teeth grazed a nipple, his fingers tangling in the older man's thick white hair, not pushing — just holding on.
The scent of sex hung thick between them, musky and warm, as Brad straightened up just enough to spit into his palm again. Jason's eyelids fluttered when Brad's slick fingers traced the crease where thigh met groin, teasing, circling — then pressing inward, rubbing slow circles over Jason's perineum. "Jesus —" Jason gasped, his hips jerking off the bench, his oversensitive cock slapping against his stomach with a wet sound. Brad chuckled, low and rough, his thumb pressing harder as he watched Jason's face twist with overwhelmed pleasure.
When Brad finally wrapped his hand around his own cock, the veins stood stark beneath his grip, his foreskin pulling taut with each stroke. He kept his movements slow, controlled, letting Jason watch the way his fist glided over the flushed head, spreading precum down the shaft. Jason licked his lips unconsciously, his throat working as Brad's breathing grew ragged, the muscles in his arms corded with tension. The air between them crackled with heat, charged with the wet sounds of Brad's fist moving faster now, his balls drawing up tight.
Brad's release hit him with a guttural groan, his cum striping Jason's abdomen in thick, pearlescent ropes, mixing with the younger man's own spend. Jason whimpered at the heat of it, his fingers flexing against Brad's shoulders as the older man shuddered through the last pulses, his cock twitching in his grip. For a long moment, the only sound was their labored breathing, the scent of sex and sweat clinging to their skin. Brad exhaled sharply through his nose, his thumb swiping through the mess on Jason's stomach before bringing it to his mouth with a satisfied smirk. "House rules," he murmured, licking his finger clean as Jason watched, his chest still heaving.
The bench creaked as Jason shifted beneath him, his thighs still quivering from the aftershocks. Brad braced one hand beside Jason's head, his other still lazily stroking his own softening cock, smearing the last remnants of cum across his palm. Jason's eyelids fluttered when Brad leaned down, catching the younger man's bottom lip between his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. The kiss tasted like salt and exhaustion, Jason's mouth pliant beneath his.
Brad pulled back just far enough to watch Jason's chest rise and fall, their mixed spend glistening in the hollow between his pecs. He dragged two fingers through the mess, circling Jason's nipple before pinching lightly — drawing a weak jerk from the younger man's hips. "Sensitive?" Brad murmured, his beard scraping Jason's collarbone as he mouthed along the sweat-damp skin. Jason's answering groan was half-laugh, half-protest, his hands sliding down Brad's back to grip the swell of his ass.
The slap of bare feet on rubber flooring made them both turn. Another client — leaner than Jason, with a dusting of freckles across his shoulders — stood frozen in the doorway, his gym bag dangling from one hand. His gaze darted between their naked bodies, the sheen of sweat and sex unmistakable. Brad didn't move except to thumb Jason's nipple again, relishing the way his stomach muscles jumped.
"House rules," Brad reminded the newcomer, his voice rough with satisfaction. The guy swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, but his fingers were already moving to the drawstring of his shorts. Brad watched the fabric pool around his ankles, the guy's cock already thickening as he stepped free. Jason chuckled breathlessly beneath him, his fingers tightening on Brad's ass.
Brad straightened with a grunt, his knees popping as he turned to face the newcomer. He palmed his own half-hard cock, smearing leftover stickiness along the shaft. "We just got started," he said, jerking his chin toward the mats where the sunlight striped the floor. The guy — Ethan, Brad recalled — nodded, his breath quickening as he followed the unspoken command. Jason propped himself up on his elbows, watching with lazy interest as Brad herded Ethan toward the sunlight, his hand already drifting between his own thighs.
The mats were warm beneath Brad's knees when he pushed Ethan down, the younger man's freckled skin heating under his touch. Ethan gasped when Brad's beard scraped the inside of his thigh, his cock jerking against his abdomen. Jason's quiet laugh drifted across the room as Brad licked a broad stripe up Ethan's shaft — house rules, indeed.
Ethan’s thighs tensed as Brad’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock, his breath hitching when the older man’s calloused fingers dug into his hips. Brad hummed against the heated skin, savoring the salty tang of fresh precum beading at the tip. He glanced up just in time to catch Ethan biting his lip, his chest rising in shallow bursts as Brad took him deeper, throat working around the thickness. Jason, still sprawled on the bench, let out a low chuckle — half amusement, half approval — as he lazily palmed his own softening cock, watching Brad’s head bob between Ethan’s trembling legs.
Brad pulled off with a wet pop, saliva stringing between his lips and Ethan’s flushed shaft. He dragged his beard along the younger man’s inner thigh, grinning at the sharp inhale it provoked. “You’re jumpy,” Brad murmured, nosing the crease where thigh met groin, breathing in the musk of nervous sweat and arousal. Ethan’s fingers twisted in Brad’s white hair — not pushing, just anchoring — as Brad licked a slow path back up, pausing to suck gently at the sensitive spot just beneath the head.
Jason shifted on the bench, the leather squeaking under his weight. “He’s gonna cum fast,” he warned, voice rough with leftover satisfaction. Brad glanced over, catching Jason’s smirk before turning back to Ethan, whose hips were twitching uncontrollably. Brad wrapped a hand around the base of Ethan’s cock, squeezing just enough to make him whimper, then swirled his tongue over the slit, drinking down the bitter-salt of another pulse of precum.
Ethan’s back arched off the mat when Brad swallowed him down again, taking him to the root this time, his nose pressing into coarse curls. The younger man’s thighs clamped around Brad’s head, his toes curling against the rubber flooring as Brad’s throat constricted around him. A strangled moan tore from Ethan’s chest, his hips jerking upward as Brad held him there, swallowing around the thick heat until Ethan’s fingers yanked his hair in warning. Brad pulled back just enough to let Ethan gasp for air, his cock glistening with spit, the veins standing out in stark relief.
Jason’s laugh was a warm rumble across the room. “Told you,” he said, stretching his arms behind his head, utterly relaxed now as he watched Ethan unravel. Brad spit into his palm again, slicking his hand before stroking Ethan in time with the slow drag of his tongue along the underside. Ethan’s abdominal muscles fluttered, his breath coming in short, punched-out bursts — close, so close — and Brad tightened his grip just enough to pull a shattered groan from the younger man’s throat.
Ethan's entire body tensed like a bowstring, his heels digging into the mat as Brad worked him with lips and fingers in tandem. A ragged cry tore from his throat when Brad's thumb pressed hard beneath the head, his hips bucking wildly as thick ropes of sperm striped Brad's chest and beard. Brad kept stroking through it, milking every last pulse until Ethan collapsed back onto the mat, his limbs loose and trembling.
Jason stretched on the bench, his spent cock twitching against his thigh as he watched Brad lick his lips. "Fuck," Ethan panted, his freckled chest heaving. Brad chuckled, wiping his beard with the back of his hand before crawling up Ethan's body, their sweat-slick skin sliding together. He pinned Ethan's wrists beside his head, their noses brushing as Ethan's breath hitched — still sensitive, still reacting.
The gym door creaked again. Both of them turned to see another silhouette in the doorway — taller, broader, with thick dark hair dusting his chest. Jason whistled low under his breath as the newcomer took in the scene: Ethan pinned beneath Brad, Jason sprawled lazily on the bench, the air thick with sex. The man's nostrils flared, his hands already moving to his waistband.
"House rules," Brad said, not bothering to hide the rough edge of satisfaction in his voice. The newcomer — Mark, Brad remembered from his paperwork — nodded once, his shorts hitting the floor before he'd fully stepped inside. His cock was already half-hard, thick and uncut, bobbing against his thigh as he approached. Brad released Ethan's wrists, sitting back on his haunches as Mark loomed over them, his shadow falling across their tangled bodies.
Mark’s calloused fingers traced the curve of Brad’s shoulder, then dipped lower, through the mess on his chest. Brad groaned when Mark’s thumb swiped over a nipple, the touch deliberate, testing. Ethan shifted beneath them, his spent cock giving a weak twitch as Mark leaned down, his breath hot against Brad’s ear. “My turn,” he murmured, deep enough to make Brad’s stomach tighten. Behind them, Jason pushed off the bench, his footsteps quiet on the mats as he circled the trio — house rules, always house rules.
Mark’s palm slid down Brad’s spine, fingers splaying over the swell of his ass with a possessiveness that made Brad’s breath catch. The newcomer was taller by an inch, broader in the shoulders, and his grip carried the quiet authority of a man used to being in charge. Brad felt himself being maneuvered onto hands and knees, the rubber mat warm against his palms. Behind him, Mark knelt, his thick thighs bracketing Brad’s hips, the heat of his cock pressing against the cleft of Brad’s ass.
Jason circled them, his fingers trailing along Mark’s shoulders before gripping Brad’s white hair, tilting his head back. “Look at you,” Jason murmured, thumb brushing Brad’s lower lip. Brad opened his mouth instinctively, letting Jason push two fingers past his teeth, his tongue working between them as Mark’s hands spread his cheeks. The first spit-slick press of Mark’s cock against his hole drew a ragged groan from Brad’s chest, his muscles clenching in anticipation.
Mark entered him with a slow, relentless push, his grip on Brad’s hips tight enough to leave marks. Brad’s back arched, his forehead pressing into the mat as Mark seated himself fully, the stretch burning in the best way. Jason’s fingers slipped from Brad’s mouth to grip his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “Take it,” Jason ordered, his voice rough. Brad nodded, his breath hitching as Mark began to move, each thrust driving him forward, his cock swinging heavily between his thighs.
Ethan, still sprawled on the mat beside them, reached out to palm Brad’s balls, his touch feather-light compared to the punishing rhythm Mark set. The room filled with the wet slap of skin, the creak of the mats, the low, guttural sounds torn from Brad’s throat as Mark fucked him deeper, harder. Jason’s hand found Brad’s cock, stroking him in time with Mark’s thrusts, his thumb swiping over the leaking head with every upward pull.
Brad’s vision blurred at the edges, his muscles trembling under the dual assault. Mark’s breath was hot against his back, his teeth scraping Brad’s shoulder as he chased his own release. Jason’s grip tightened, his pace quickening, and Brad came with a broken shout, his cum streaking the mat beneath him. Mark followed seconds later, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, his groan muffled against Brad’s sweat-slick skin.
The gym door creaked again.
Mark's softening cock slipped free with a wet sound as Brad collapsed onto his forearms, chest heaving. Ethan's fingers trailed through the mess on Brad's lower back, scooping up a glistening strand before bringing it to his own mouth with a curious lick. Jason chuckled low in his throat, still stroking Brad's oversensitive cock in lazy pulls that made the older man twitch and grunt.
The new arrival — Ryan, according to the paperwork pinned to Brad's clipboard — stood motionless just inside the doorway, his thick arms crossed over a chest matted with dark blond hair. His nostrils flared as he took in the scene: Mark kneeling behind Brad's spent form, Jason's hand still working between Brad's thighs, Ethan sprawled nude and gleaming under the overhead lights. Ryan's cock, already thick and flushed, jerked against his thigh when Brad turned his head to meet his gaze.
"House rules," Brad rasped, pushing himself up onto shaky elbows. His ass ached pleasantly from Mark's thorough use, the sensation only heightening when Jason gave his cock a final teasing squeeze. Ryan's jaw tightened as he stepped forward, his work boots kicked aside with military precision. His fingers went to the waistband of his shorts, the fabric sliding down tree-trunk thighs to reveal a heavy, uncut cock that curved upward against his midriff.
Mark wiped his hands on his thighs before clapping Ryan's shoulder. "He's all yours," he murmured, stepping back to join Ethan on the mats where they lounged like satiated predators. Jason relinquished his grip on Brad with a final pat to his hip, moving aside to let Ryan approach. The new client's calloused palms settled on Brad's waist, turning him onto his back with surprising gentleness. Brad's legs fell open instinctively, his spent body thrumming with renewed interest as Ryan's thumbs traced the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.
Ryan's first touch was a slow, considering stroke along Brad's half-hard length, his grip firm enough to make Brad's breath hitch. "You take it well," Ryan observed, his voice deeper than the others, roughened by years of shouting over construction sites. Brad could only nod as Ryan's other hand slid beneath his balls, pressing insistently against his perineum — a silent question. Brad spread his legs wider in answer, heels digging into the mat as Ryan leaned down, his beard scraping Brad's thigh.
Ryan’s mouth was unexpectedly warm when it closed around Brad’s cock, his tongue pressing firm against the underside as he took him deep. Brad groaned, his hips lifting involuntarily, fingers twisting in Ryan’s thick hair. The construction worker hummed around him, the vibration traveling straight to Brad’s balls, coaxing his softening length back to full hardness with alarming speed. Ryan’s technique was methodical — no frantic bobbing, just slow, wet suction punctuated by the scrape of teeth just shy of painful.
Mark chuckled from the sidelines, palming his own thickening cock as he watched. “Someone’s eager,” he remarked, nodding toward Ryan’s tensed shoulders, the way his thighs flexed as he knelt. Ethan, still sprawled nearby, reached out to trace the sweat-slick curve of Ryan’s back, his fingers lingering at the dimples just above his ass. Ryan ignored them all, his focus absolute, his thumbs pressing circles into Brad’s hips as he worked.
Brad’s breath came faster, his thighs trembling when Ryan pulled off just long enough to spit into his palm before wrapping both hands around Brad’s shaft. The slide was obscenely slick, Ryan’s grip alternating between tight and teasing as his mouth returned to Brad’s balls, sucking one then the other with deliberate, lingering pressure. Brad cursed, his head thumping back against the mat, spine arching when Ryan’s tongue flicked over his perineum.
Jason, ever observant, smirked from his perch on the bench. “He’s close,” he announced, as if the others couldn’t see the way Brad’s abs clenched, his cock pulsing in Ryan’s grip. Ryan responded by speeding his strokes, twisting his wrists on the upswing, his breath hot against Brad’s leaking tip. Brad’s release hit like a punch — silent at first, his mouth open in a soundless gasp before the groan tore loose, his cum striping Ryan’s chest in thick, uneven spurts.
Ryan didn’t stop. He milked Brad through it, his grip unrelenting until Brad twitched and swore, oversensitive and spent. Only then did Ryan sit back on his heels, his own cock dripping against his thigh, his breathing ragged. He swiped two fingers through the mess on his chest, bringing them to Brad’s lips. Brad took them into his mouth without hesitation, tongue swirling around the digits as Ryan watched, his pupils blown wide.
The gym door creaked again.
The scent of fresh sweat and musk hit first — sharp and masculine — before Brad even registered the newcomer’s presence. He turned his head, still breathless from Ryan’s relentless mouth, to see a lean figure silhouetted in the doorway. The man — Kyle, Brad’s memory supplied — froze mid-step, his gym bag slipping from his shoulder as he took in the scene: Ryan kneeling between Brad’s splayed thighs, Mark and Ethan lounging nearby with their cocks lazily hardening again, Jason sprawled across the bench like a satisfied cat.
Kyle’s throat worked as his gaze lingered on Ryan’s spit-slick beard, the sheen of Brad’s spend still glistening on his chest. His fingers trembled slightly as they hooked into the waistband of his shorts, the fabric pooling around his ankles to reveal long, toned legs and a cock already half-hard, curving up toward his navel. Brad licked his lips, tasting Ryan’s salt still on his tongue, and spread his legs wider in invitation.
Ryan moved aside with a grunt, his palm swatting Brad’s inner thigh as he yielded the space to Kyle. The younger man approached with cautious steps, his erection bobbing with each movement, the tip flushed dark red. Brad reached out, catching Kyle’s wrist and tugging him down until their chests brushed, the heat of Kyle’s skin radiating against his own. “House rules,” Brad murmured, nipping at Kyle’s lower lip before sealing their mouths together in a slow, wet kiss.
Kyle moaned into it, his hands skimming down Brad’s sides to grip his hips, fingers digging into the muscle there. Brad rolled them over effortlessly, pinning Kyle beneath him, their cocks slotting together in a hot, sticky slide. Kyle’s breath hitched when Brad ground down, the friction drawing a broken sound from his throat. “Fuck — you’re huge,” Kyle gasped, his hips jerking up to meet Brad’s next thrust.
Jason chuckled from the bench, his fingers idly stroking his own length as he watched. “Wait till he’s inside you,” he drawled, earning a shuddering groan from Kyle. Brad didn’t rush — he savored the way Kyle’s body arched beneath him, the way his nails scraped down Brad’s back when he licked a stripe up Kyle’s throat. Spitting into his palm, Brad reached between them, wrapping his fingers around both their cocks and squeezing just enough to make Kyle’s thighs clamp around his hips.
The room filled with the slick, rhythmic sound of skin against skin, Kyle’s breath coming in ragged bursts against Brad’s shoulder. “Close —” Kyle warned, his back bowing off the mat, but Brad only tightened his grip, stroking them faster until Kyle’s release painted their stomachs in hot, wet stripes. Brad followed seconds later, his cum mixing with Kyle’s as he shuddered through his own climax, his forehead pressed to Kyle’s collarbone.
The door creaked again.
Brad lifted his head, catching sight of another silhouette — broad-shouldered, familiar — hovering in the threshold. He grinned, still buried between Kyle’s thighs, and licked a slow stripe up the younger man’s sternum. “House rules,” he repeated hoarsely, watching as the newcomer’s hands went to his waistband.
The newcomer — Greg, a regular, with shoulders like a linebacker — let his shorts hit the floor with a soft thud. His cock, thick and veined, was already fully hard, bobbing against his thigh as he stepped over the threshold. Brad exhaled sharply through his nose, watching Greg’s gaze rake over Kyle’s spent form beneath him, the mess on their stomachs glistening under the fluorescent lights. Greg’s tongue swiped across his lower lip as he approached, his knuckles brushing Brad’s sweat-damp shoulder before gripping hard enough to leave fingerprints.
Behind them, Ryan shifted with a grunt, his calloused palm sliding up Brad’s spine to grip the back of his neck. "Still got some left in you?" Ryan murmured, his breath hot against Brad’s ear. Brad’s laugh was rough as Kyle squirmed beneath him, oversensitive and twitching when Greg’s thumb swiped through the cum on Brad’s abdomen. Greg brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a low hum, his other hand wrapping around his own cock in lazy strokes.
Jason stretched off the bench, his knees cracking as he circled the group. "Greedy today," he teased, palming Greg’s ass with familiar ease. Greg smirked, catching Jason’s wrist and guiding his hand to Brad’s lower back, pressing down until Brad’s hips rocked forward, his half-hard cock dragging through the mess on Kyle’s stomach. Kyle whimpered, his fingers digging into Brad’s thighs as Greg leaned down, his beard scraping Brad’s shoulder blade.
Greg’s teeth grazed the nape of Brad’s neck as he reached around, his thick fingers wrapping around both Brad's and Kyle’s cocks in one rough grip. Brad hissed at the friction, the oversensitivity giving way to renewed heat as Greg worked them in short, punishing strokes. Kyle arched beneath them, his breath hitching with each pull, his nails leaving crescent marks on Brad’s hips. Ryan’s chuckle was a dark rumble against Brad’s back, his hands roaming possessively over Brad’s sides.
The slap of skin filled the room again, Greg’s rhythm relentless, his free hand gripping Brad’s hip firmly. Brad could feel Kyle trembling beneath him, could hear the choked-off sounds Greg pulled from the younger man’s throat with every twist of his wrist. Ryan’s mouth found the sensitive spot behind Brad’s ear, his teeth scraping just as Greg’s thumb swiped over both their leaking tips — and Brad came with a groan, his semen spilling over Greg’s knuckles in thick pulses. Kyle followed with a sob, his thighs clamping around Brad’s waist as Greg milked them both through it.
The door creaked again.
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