Greg wiped his palm down Brad's sweat-slick chest with a satisfied grunt as Brad shuddered through the aftershocks. Kyle lay boneless beneath them, his fingers twitching weakly against Brad's ribs, his spent cock still pulsing against Brad's thigh. Ryan's breath was hot against Brad's shoulder as he straightened, his hands lingering on Brad's hips — possessive, claiming — before stepping back to let the newest arrival approach.
The man in the doorway — Derek, another regular, with a swimmer's build — hesitated only a second before stepping free of his shorts, his cock already half-hard as it curved against his stomach. Brad watched him through hooded eyes, his own breath still uneven as Derek crossed the room, his bare feet silent on the mats. Derek's gaze flickered between Brad and Kyle, taking in the mess on their stomachs, the bite marks littering Kyle's throat, before settling on Brad with quiet intensity.
Greg clapped Derek's shoulder as he passed, his chuckle rough with amusement. "Your turn," he murmured, nodding toward Brad's sprawled form. Derek exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers flexing at his sides before he dropped to his knees beside Brad. His palm settled on Brad's stomach, tracing the sticky trails of cum still drying there — testing, familiarizing.
Brad arched into the touch, his cock giving a valiant twitch despite being spent twice over already. Derek's lips quirked at the reaction, his other hand sliding up Brad's inner thigh, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin behind his balls. "Still responsive," Derek observed, his voice low and smooth as his grip tightened just enough to make Brad's breath hitch.
Behind them, Jason stretched lazily on the bench, his fingers intertwined behind his head as he watched Derek lean down, his mouth hovering just above Brad's cock. "Careful," Jason warned with a smirk. "He bites." Derek's answering grin was sharp before he sealed his lips over Brad's tip, sucking gently — just enough to draw a groan from Brad's chest, his hips lifting off the mat instinctively.
The gym door creaked again.
Brad barely registered it, his focus narrowing to the wet heat of Derek's mouth, the scrape of teeth along his shaft, the fingers pressing insistently against his perineum. But out of the corner of his eye, he caught movement — another silhouette stepping inside, another pair of hands going to a waistband. House rules, always house rules.
Derek pulled off with a wet pop, saliva stringing between his lips and Brad’s cock as the newest arrival — Liam, early twenties with the lean muscles of a rock climber — stepped out of his shorts with trembling fingers. His gaze darted between Derek’s spit-slick lips and Brad’s twitching erection before settling on the mess of cum streaking Kyle’s chest where he still lay breathless beneath Brad. Liam swallowed hard, his own cock jerking against his thigh.
Brad reached out, curling his fingers around Liam’s wrist and tugging him down onto the mat beside Kyle. The younger man went willingly, his skin hot against Brad’s side as Derek resumed his attentions, his tongue swirling around Brad’s crown. Liam’s fingertips ghosted over Brad’s ribs, tracing the sweat-slick valleys between muscles before dipping lower, brushing the sticky evidence of Greg’s handiwork.
Brad guided Liam’s hand to his own cock with a firm nudge. Liam whimpered at the contact, his hips bucking into his own grip as Derek’s mouth moved lower, sucking gently at Brad’s balls. The dual sensations — Liam’s tentative strokes and Derek’s relentless mouth — had Brad’s thighs trembling, his breath coming in ragged bursts.
Jason shifted behind them, his palm landing heavy on Liam’s shoulder. “Use your tongue,” he instructed, nodding toward Brad’s cock where it glistened under Derek’s attentions. Liam hesitated only a second before leaning in, his tongue darting out to trace the thick vein along the underside. Brad groaned, his fingers tightening in Liam’s hair as the younger man took tentative licks, his lips closing around the head with a soft moan of his own.
Derek chuckled against Brad’s inner thigh, his beard scraping sensitive skin as he made room for Liam’s inexperienced mouth. The sounds were obscene — wet suction, ragged breathing, the slick slide of Liam’s hand working his own cock in time with his tentative bobs. Brad could feel the moment Liam lost his hesitation, his mouth growing bolder, his tongue pressing harder as Derek guided him with murmured encouragements.
The gym door creaked again. Brad didn’t need to look to know another client had arrived — the rhythm of the place was as familiar as his own heartbeat by now. He kept his gaze locked on Liam’s flushed face instead, watching the way his eyelashes fluttered when Brad’s fingers tightened in his hair, the way his throat worked as he took him deeper. House rules, always house rules.
Brad’s fingers slid from Liam’s hair to cup his jaw, thumb swiping away a bead of precum from the younger man’s chin. “Good boy,” he murmured, watching Liam’s pupils dilate at the praise. Derek’s chuckle vibrated against Brad’s inner thigh as the newest arrival — Noah, wiry with a tattooed torso — dropped to his knees beside them, his calloused palm already sliding up Brad’s calf.
Noah’s mouth found the sensitive spot behind Brad’s knee, teeth scraping lightly as his fingers traced the tendon there. Brad’s breath hitched, his hips lifting involuntarily, driving his cock deeper into Liam’s throat. The younger man gagged slightly but didn’t pull away, his fingers digging into Brad’s thighs as he adjusted. Derek’s hand settled on the nape of Liam’s neck, steadying him as Noah worked his way up Brad’s leg with deliberate nips and licks.
The scent of sweat and sex thickened when Noah reached Brad’s hip, his tongue swiping through the mess of cum still drying there. Brad groaned, his abs clenching as Noah’s beard scraped his stomach, the sensation sharp enough to make his spent cock twitch. Behind them, Jason shifted on the bench, the leather creaking as he palmed himself lazily. “Someone’s popular,” he drawled, nodding toward the doorway where two more silhouettes lingered — regulars waiting their turn.
Noah’s fingers hooked into Brad’s waist, turning him onto his side to face Liam fully. The movement broke Liam’s mouth free with a wet pop, his lips glistening as Brad guided him into a messy kiss. Derek took advantage of the new position, his tongue tracing the cleft of Brad’s ass while Noah mouthed at his nipples, alternating between gentle sucks and sharp bites. Brad arched between them, his cock throbbing against Liam’s stomach as the younger man whimpered into his mouth.
The slap of bare skin on rubber flooring signaled another approach. Brad cracked an eye open to see Mark circling them, his cock half-hard again as he watched the tangle of limbs. He reached down, threading his fingers through Noah’s hair and guiding his mouth lower, until Noah’s tongue joined Derek’s at Brad’s entrance. The dual pressure drew a ragged shout from Brad’s chest, his fingers fisting in the mats as Liam scrambled to stroke him in time with their rhythm.
Mark’s palm settled heavy on Brad’s shoulder, pinning him down as Noah and Derek worked him open with tongues and fingers. “Think you can take another round?” Mark rumbled, his other hand sliding down to grip Brad’s cock in a loose fist. Brad’s answering groan was all the confirmation he needed.
The gym door creaked again.
Brad’s vision swam as Noah’s tongue pressed deeper, the wet heat making his thighs jerk uncontrollably. Derek’s beard scraped the back of his thigh, fingers spreading him wider as Mark’s grip tightened around his cock in warning. Liam whimpered against Brad’s collarbone, his own hand moving frantically between his legs — the kid was close, trembling with each uneven stroke.
Noah pulled back just long enough to spit slickly against Brad’s hole before diving back in, his nose pressing into the crease of Brad’s ass as he worked. Brad’s shout echoed off the mirrored walls when Derek’s thumb found his perineum, rubbing firm circles that sent electric jolts up his spine. Mark chuckled darkly, twisting his wrist on the upstroke, his other hand pinning Brad’s hip to the mat with bruising force.
The newest arrivals — Carter and Jesse, twins, with identical tan lines across their waists — knelt beside Liam, their fingers tracing the sweat-slick paths Derek’s mouth had left on Brad’s thighs. Carter’s teeth closed on Brad’s earlobe as Jesse’s hand replaced Liam’s on Brad’s cock, his grip tighter, more assured. “Look at you,” Jesse murmured, his thumb swiping over the leaking head. “Taking so much already.”
Brad barely registered the words, his awareness narrowing to the points of contact — Noah’s tongue fucking into him in shallow thrusts, Derek’s fingers stretching him wider, Mark’s palm grinding his hips into the mat. Carter’s mouth moved to his throat, sucking a mark that would bloom purple by morning, while Jesse’s strokes turned punishing, his grip bordering on painful.
Liar, Brad thought distantly when Jesse whispered, “Gonna make you last,” because the younger man’s rhythm was relentless, his thumb pressing insistently beneath the head with every upward pull. Brad’s orgasm built like a storm surge — inevitable, devastating — and when it hit, his back arched off the mat so violently he nearly dislodged Noah. Cum striped his belly in thick ropes, some splattering onto Liam’s heaving chest as the kid finally came hands-free, his cry muffled against Brad’s shoulder.
Mark held him through the aftershocks, his grip unrelenting until Brad whimpered from oversensitivity. Noah licked one last stripe up his trembling thigh before sitting back on his heels, wiping his beard with the back of his hand. Jesse’s laughter was warm against Brad’s temple as the gym door creaked yet again.
The door swung wider this time, hinges protesting as a newcomer’s shadow stretched across the mats — taller than the rest, shoulders broad enough to eclipse the fluorescent lights. Brad blinked sweat from his lashes, his spent body twitching as recognition dawned: Cole, the firefighter who'd missed his last three appointments. Cole's work-roughened hands hovered at his waistband, his thick fingers already loosening the drawstring despite the scene before him — Brad pinned beneath four bodies, his skin glazed with sweat and sperm, Liam shuddering through aftershocks beside him.
Cole’s shorts hit the floor with a soft thump, his cock springing free — uncut and heavy, the head flushed dark against his muscled abs. Jesse whistled low, shifting aside to make room as Cole knelt, his knees cracking like gunshots in the sudden quiet. Brad’s breath hitched when Cole’s palm cupped his jaw, the man’s thumb swiping through the mess on Brad’s lower lip. "Missed this," Cole rumbled, his voice smoke-rough as he leaned down, his beard scraping Brad’s throat.
Mark chuckled darkly, relinquishing his grip on Brad’s hips to let Cole maneuver him onto his stomach. The firefighter’s hands spanned Brad’s waist, fingertips pressing into the bruises Jason had left hours earlier, as he dragged Brad’s hips up into the air. Noah’s spit still slicked Brad’s entrance — Cole’s tongue replaced it without preamble, broad and hot as it laved over him in slow, wet strokes. Brad groaned into the mat, his fingers twisting in the rubber flooring as Cole’s nose pressed against his perineum, the scrape of stubble lighting his nerves like fuse wire.
Behind them, Liam whimpered, his fingers fluttering over Brad’s shoulder blades. Jesse caught the younger man’s wrist, guiding his hand to Cole’s heaving back — an unspoken lesson in patience. Cole’s growl vibrated through Brad’s bones when Liam’s fingers tangled in his chest hair, the firefighter’s hips jerking forward involuntarily, his cock smearing precum down Brad’s thigh. "Easy," Brad slurred, though his own hips were pushing back into Cole’s mouth, his body demanding more even as it protested.
Cole pulled back with a wet sound, his palm landing sharp on Brad’s ass cheek — a warning sting that bloomed into heat. Brad barely had time to brace before Cole’s cockhead pressed against him, the stretch familiar yet staggering in its intensity. The firefighter’s hands gripped his waist like he was hauling him from a burning building, his thrusts deep and measured, each one punching a ragged noise from Brad’s chest. Liam’s breath hitched against Brad’s shoulder blade, his fingers digging into the older man’s bicep as Cole set a brutal pace, the slap of skin drowning out the gym’s creaking door.
Cole's hips snapped forward with the precision of a piston, each thrust driving Brad deeper into the mat, his calloused fingers leaving crescent-shaped indents on Brad's waist. The firefighter's breath came in rough bursts against Brad's shoulder blades, his beard scraping the sweat-slick skin with every punishing drive. Liam's fingers trembled where they clung to Brad's arm, the younger man's cock twitching against Brad's thigh in helpless arousal.
Brad's vision blurred as Cole's pace stuttered — the telltale sign of impending orgasm. The firefighter's grip tightened convulsively, his groan reverberating through Brad's spine as he buried himself to the hilt. Hot sperm flooded Brad's insides, Cole's cock pulsing in thick waves while his hips jerked in shallow, involuntary spasms. Jesse's chuckle was dark with amusement as he watched Cole collapse forward, his chest heaving against Brad's back.
The gym door creaked again — softer this time, almost hesitant. Brad turned his head just enough to see the newcomer: Alex, the college swimmer with the too-polite smile, frozen in the threshold with his gym bag slipping from his shoulder. Cole didn't even lift his head, just growled "House rules" into the dip of Brad's spine, his softening cock still nestled inside.
Alex swallowed hard, his fingers already moving to the drawstring of his shorts. Brad watched the fabric pool around his ankles, revealing lean thighs and a cock that curved sharply upward, the tip glistening with nervous precum. Jesse reached out, guiding Alex forward by the hip until the younger man knelt beside them, his breath hitching when Cole finally pulled out with a wet sound.
"Your turn," Cole rumbled, pushing himself up on shaking arms. Alex's gaze darted between Brad's spent body and the mess glazing his thighs, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Brad reached for him, his fingers trailing up Alex's inner thigh — slow, deliberate — until the swimmer shuddered and leaned into the touch.
Behind them, the door creaked again.
Alex's head snapped up, his pupils blown wide as another silhouette filled the doorway — broader, older, with salt-and-pepper chest hair and a cock that hung heavy between tree-trunk thighs. Brad's lips curled into a tired smile.
The newcomer — Paul, Brad’s memory supplied, a retired linebacker with hands like catcher’s mitts — stepped out of his shorts without hesitation, his cock already thickening as he took in the tableau: Brad sprawled on the mat, Cole’s spend dripping from his thighs, Alex trembling beneath Brad’s touch. Paul’s grin was all teeth as he knelt beside them, his palm settling heavy on Alex’s back, pushing the swimmer forward until his lips brushed Brad’s still-sensitive cock.
Alex whimpered but obeyed, his tongue darting out to lick the bitter-salt from Brad’s slit. Paul’s fingers tangled in Alex’s damp hair, guiding him down with firm pressure until Brad’s tip hit the back of his throat. Brad groaned, his hips twitching upward as Alex’s nose pressed into his pubic bone, the younger man’s throat fluttering around him. Paul chuckled darkly, his other hand sliding down to grip Alex’s cock, stroking him in time with his bobs.
Cole shifted beside them, his spent body radiating heat as he palmed Brad’s ass, thumb swiping through the mess he’d left behind. “Still tight,” he murmured, pressing two fingers back inside with little preamble. Brad arched off the mat with a choked gasp, his cock slipping free from Alex’s lips as Cole’s fingers crooked upward, finding his prostate with ruthless accuracy.
Paul took advantage of Brad’s distraction, tilting Alex’s head back and spitting into his open mouth before guiding him down onto Brad’s cock again. The younger man’s lips sealed around him, his throat working as Paul fucked his face with short, sharp thrusts. Brad’s vision whited out when Cole added a third finger, the stretch burning sweetly as Alex’s tongue swirled around his crown.
Jesse leaned in, his breath hot against Brad’s ear. “Gonna make you cum again,” he promised, his fingers pinching Brad’s nipple hard enough to make him jerk. Brad could only nod, his body alight with oversensitivity, every nerve singing as Cole’s fingers pistoned inside him and Paul used Alex’s mouth like a toy.
The gym door creaked again — but Brad barely heard it over the wet sounds of Alex gagging around him, the slap of Paul’s thighs against Alex’s chest, Cole’s growled praises in his ear. His orgasm built like a tide, inevitable and crushing, as another pair of hands — rough, smelling of motor oil — settled on his shoulders, holding him down.
Brad’s hips bucked wildly as the motor oil-scented hands — Garrett, the mechanic, with perpetual grease under his nails — pinned his shoulders to the mat. Alex’s throat constricted around him in desperate swallows, the swimmer’s eyelashes fluttering against Brad’s pelvis as Paul controlled the pace with relentless precision. Cole’s fingers never stopped moving inside him, the drag against his prostate sending electric jolts down his thighs. Brad’s vision tunneled, his mouth hanging open in a silent scream as his climax ripped through him, cum pulsing down Alex’s throat in thick spurts.
Garrett’s chuckle was a dark rumble against Brad’s ear as he watched Alex struggle to swallow, tears streaking his flushed cheeks. Paul finally relented, pulling the younger man off with a wet pop, his thumb swiping through the mess on Alex’s chin before pushing it back between his lips. “Good boy,” Paul murmured, his other hand still working Alex’s dripping cock. The swimmer came with a broken sob, his release streaking Brad’s thigh as Cole finally withdrew his fingers, leaving Brad twitching and oversensitive.
The newest arrival — Mason, the quiet architect, with ink swirling up his ribs — knelt beside Garrett, his fingers tracing the sweat-slick curve of Brad’s flank. “My turn,” he said softly, but there was steel beneath the words. Brad barely had time to catch his breath before Mason flipped him onto his stomach, his palm landing sharp on Brad’s ass — once, twice — the stinging blows making Brad’s spent cock jerk against his belly.
Mason’s touch turned tender as he smoothed his hands over the heated skin, his thumbs pressing into the dimples at the base of Brad’s spine. Brad groaned when Mason’s tongue followed the same path, laving over the sensitive skin with agonizing slowness. Behind them, Alex whimpered, his fingers clutching at Brad’s ankle as Paul continued to stroke him through aftershocks.
Cole shifted to make room as Mason spread Brad’s cheeks, his breath hot against Brad’s loosened hole. The first lick drew a shattered moan from Brad’s chest, his fingers twisting in the mat as Mason’s tongue pressed inside with none of Cole’s earlier restraint. Garrett’s hands slid down Brad’s arms, pinning his wrists to the floor as Mason ate him out with single-minded intensity, his nose buried in Brad’s crease.
The gym door creaked again — but Brad was beyond caring, his body alight with sensation as Mason’s tongue fucked him in shallow thrusts, the wet sounds drowning out the newcomer’s footsteps. Someone — Jesse, maybe — let out a low whistle as the scent of cedar and saltwater announced the latest client’s arrival. Brad turned his head just enough to see Luke, the marine biologist with rope-calloused hands, stripping off his shorts with quiet efficiency, his cock already hard and leaking against his tan midriff.
Luke's bare feet padded across the mats, his calloused fingers brushing Garrett’s shoulder in silent request. Garrett relinquished his grip on Brad’s wrists, leaning back to let Luke take his place — but not before dragging his rough thumb over Brad’s lower lip, pressing inside just long enough to make Brad’s tongue dart out reflexively. Luke’s chuckle was a low rumble as he knelt, his thighs bracketing Brad’s hips, his cock resting heavy against the small of Brad’s back. Mason didn’t pause his ministrations, his tongue still working Brad open with slow, wet strokes, the beard around his mouth scratching deliciously against tender skin.
Brad shuddered when Luke’s hands — those thick, rope-worn fingers — slid up his sides, mapping the rise and fall of his ribs as he struggled to breathe evenly. Luke leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of Brad’s ear. “You’re wrecked,” he murmured, voice tinged with admiration. His palm smoothed down Brad’s spine, pausing to press between his shoulder blades, holding him flat against the mat. Brad could only groan in response, his hips twitching upward when Mason’s tongue curled just right, sending sparks skittering up his nerves.
Behind them, Paul shifted Alex onto his knees, guiding the swimmer’s mouth to Luke’s cock with a firm hand between his shoulder blades. Alex whimpered but complied, his lips parting around Luke’s thickness as Paul stroked his hair in approval. Luke’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening momentarily in Brad’s hair before he regained control, his hips rocking forward in shallow thrusts between Alex’s lips.
Mason finally pulled back, wiping his glistening beard with the back of his wrist before crawling forward, his chest pressing flush against Brad’s back. His cock — thick and uncut — slid against Brad’s ass, the head catching teasingly at his loosened entrance. Brad’s breath came in ragged bursts, his fingers clawing at the mat as Mason pushed in without preamble, the stretch still exquisite despite the earlier pounding.
Luke groaned above them, his hips stuttering when Alex hollowed his cheeks, the younger man’s throat working around him. Garrett, ever impatient, nudged Alex aside with a knee, taking Luke into his own mouth with none of the swimmer’s hesitation. The marine biologist cursed, his fingers tightening in Brad’s hair as Garrett swallowed him whole, his mechanic’s hands gripping Luke’s thighs for leverage.
Mason’s thrusts were deep and measured, his pelvis grinding against Brad’s ass with each forward push. Brad could feel every ridge of Mason’s cock dragging inside him, the architect’s quiet gasps hot against his shoulder blades. Paul watched with hooded eyes, his palm resting possessively on Mason’s lower back as if guiding his movements, his other hand stroking Alex’s flushed cheek absently.
The gym door swung open again — Brad didn’t bother looking this time, just arched his back when he heard the familiar clatter of climbing gear hitting the floor. Eli, the rock climber, with permanent chalk dust under his nails, knelt beside them, his wiry frame trembling with anticipation. His fingers — rough from granite — traced the sweat-slick path between Brad’s shoulder blades before dipping lower, circling Mason’s thrusting cock where it disappeared into Brad’s body.
“Fuck,” Mason hissed, his rhythm faltering when Eli pressed a spit-slick thumb against Brad’s perineum. Brad jerked as the dual stimulation sent lightning up his spine, his oversensitive cock twitching against his stomach. Eli grinned, his other hand slipping around to fist Brad’s length in tight strokes, his grip dry enough to border on painful.
Garrett pulled off Luke with a wet pop, his beard glistening as he jerked the marine biologist off in rough pulls. Luke’s release hit hard, his cum streaking Brad’s back in hot stripes as Mason buried himself to the hilt, his orgasm wrenched from him by Eli’s relentless fingers. Brad came moments later with a punched-out groan, his vision whiting out as Eli milked him through it, his thumb never relenting on that sweet, torturous pressure beneath his balls.
The door creaked — again, always again — but Brad couldn’t muster the energy to care, not when Eli’s laughter vibrated through his spent body, not when Mason collapsed atop him, not when Luke’s fingers traced the cooling stripes on his back with something like reverence.
Brad’s eyelashes fluttered as the latest arrival’s footsteps echoed — too heavy to be any of the regulars. The scent of leather and gun oil hit before the voice did, deep and resonant as boot heels clicked against rubber mats. “Got room for one more?”
Recognition flared through Brad’s exhaustion. Travis. The sheriff’s deputy who only visited on rare off-duty nights, his uniform always crisp, his discipline never slipping — until now. Brad turned his head just enough to see the man’s duty belt hit the floor with a thud, followed by the slow, deliberate unbuttoning of his shirt.
Travis’s gaze — blue as a gas flame — locked onto Brad’s spent body beneath Mason’s. His thumbs hooked into his briefs, revealing thick thighs and a cock that curved proudly upward, the head glistening under the fluorescents. He didn’t speak, just knelt beside them, his knuckles grazing Brad’s jawline before sliding down to grip his throat — not tight enough to restrict air, just enough to make Brad’s pulse hammer against his palm.
Mason pulled out with a wet sound, collapsing onto his side as Travis claimed the space between Brad’s thighs. The deputy’s calloused fingers mapped Brad’s hips, pressing into the bruises left by Cole’s earlier grip. He spat into his palm, slicking his cock with rough strokes before lining up, the blunt head pressing against Brad’s overused entrance.
Brad hissed — Travis wasn’t waiting. One brutal thrust seated him to the hilt, drawing a ragged shout from Brad’s chest as the deputy’s hips slapped against his ass. Travis’s grip on Brad’s throat tightened fractionally, his other hand pinning Brad’s wrist to the small of his back. “Look at you,” Travis murmured, his voice all gravel and smoke. “Taking it like you were made for it.”
Behind them, Eli whistled low, his fingers trailing down Travis’s sweat-slick spine. The deputy’s rhythm was relentless, each snap of his hips driving Brad harder into the mat, the friction sparking fresh heat despite Brad’s exhaustion. Luke’s cum was still drying on Brad’s back, Travis’s chest hair scraping over it with every thrust.
Garrett chuckled from the sidelines, palming his own cock as he watched. “Bet he’s got another one in him,” he goaded, nodding toward Brad’s twitching length. Travis’s answer was a sharper thrust, his teeth sinking into Brad’s shoulder as his pace turned punishing.
The gym door creaked. Again.
Travis didn’t stop.
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