Travis's thrusts grew rougher, his fingers tightening around Brad's throat just enough to make his vision spark at the edges. Brad's cock twitched against his stomach despite his exhaustion, the mixture of pain and pleasure sending involuntary shudders through his spent body. Behind them, Garrett whistled low and approving, his grease-stained fingers dipping into the mess on Brad's abdomen before sliding between Travis's thrusting thighs to gather the deputy's sweat and pre-come, slicking his own cock with it.
The newest arrival — Daniel, the yoga instructor with unsettling flexibility — peeled off his shorts without breaking stride, his lean body folding effortlessly to kneel beside Brad's head. His fingers, cool despite the gym's heat, traced Brad's swollen lips before sliding into his mouth. Brad sucked instinctively, his tongue swirling around the digits as Daniel's other hand palmed his own erection, the contrast of his smooth skin against Travis's rough handling sending another jolt through Brad's system.
Travis growled when Daniel leaned down, his tongue flicking against the shell of Brad's ear. "Think you can take us both?" the yoga instructor murmured, his free hand trailing down to circle Brad's stretched rim where it clung to Travis's pounding cock. Brad's groan was muffled around Daniel's fingers as the younger man pressed a slick thumb alongside Travis's shaft, the added stretch wringing a broken sound from Brad's chest.
Garrett's laughter was dark with anticipation as he positioned himself behind Daniel, his broad hands spanning the yoga instructor's narrow hips. Daniel arched into the touch, his body pliant as Garrett lined up, his cock glistening with stolen moisture. Travis's rhythm faltered for the first time when Garrett sheathed himself in Daniel with one smooth thrust, the resulting chain reaction driving Brad impossibly deeper onto Travis's cock.
The room dissolved into a chorus of groans — Daniel's high and breathless above Brad, Garrett's gruff against Daniel's shoulder blades, Travis's ragged against Brad's sweat-slick back. Brad could only tremble between them, his body alight with oversensitive pleasure as their movements sent shockwaves through his system. Daniel's fingers slipped free from Brad's mouth to brace against the mat, his other hand still working his own cock in frantic strokes as Garrett's hips snapped forward in time with Travis's.
Somewhere beyond the haze, Brad registered the sound of skin slapping against skin, the creak of the gym door swinging open yet again. But all coherent thought evaporated when Travis's grip on his throat tightened fractionally, the deputy's hips stuttering as his release hit — hot and deep — just as Daniel came across Brad's chest in uneven stripes. Garrett followed seconds later, his groan vibrating through Daniel's body as he buried himself to the hilt. Brad's vision whited out for the third time that evening, his exhausted cock pulsing weakly against his stomach as the aftershocks rolled through him.
The scent of gun oil and sweat filled Brad's nostrils as Travis collapsed atop him, his weight pinning Brad to the mat where they lay tangled with Daniel and Garrett. Somewhere beyond the ringing in his ears, Brad heard the newcomer's sharp intake of breath — familiar, though he couldn't place it through the haze — and the soft thud of another pair of shorts hitting the floor.
Travis exhaled sharply against Brad's damp shoulder, his grip loosening on the trainer's throat as he rolled off with a satisfied groan. Brad's breath came in ragged gulps, his chest heaving against Daniel's still-trembling thighs where the yoga instructor had collapsed. Garrett chuckled darkly as he withdrew from Daniel, his cum dripping down the younger man's thighs onto Brad's hip. The scent of sex and sweat hung thick in the air, interrupted only by the sharp slap of bare feet against rubber mats as the newcomer approached.
Brad turned his head — a slow, exhausted movement — to see Sean, the firefighter, standing barefoot beside the mat, his muscular frame casting a shadow across their tangled limbs. Sean's cock stood thick and proud against his stomach, the flushed tip glistening with pre-come as he took in the scene with hungry dark eyes. His fingers — still faintly smelling of smoke — traced the bite marks littering Brad's shoulder before sliding down to gather the mixed release pooling in the hollow of Daniel's spine.
"Missed the party," Sean murmured, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean with deliberate slowness. His other hand wrapped around his cock, stroking lazily as he surveyed Brad's wrecked body. Daniel whimpered beneath the firefighter's gaze, his oversensitive cock twitching against Brad's ribs when Sean's thumb brushed his lower lip.
Travis pushed himself up on one elbow, his palm slapping against Brad's ass with a wet smack. "Plenty left for you," he rumbled, nodding toward Brad's twitching hole where his cum was just beginning to leak out. Sean's grin turned wolfish as he dropped to his knees, his calloused palms sliding up Brad's trembling thighs.
Brad groaned when Sean's mouth — hot and demanding — sealed over his oversensitive cock, the firefighter's tongue swirling around the head with practiced precision. Daniel arched above them, his fingers tangling in Sean's short-cropped hair as the firefighter worked Brad back to half-hardness with obscene sucking noises. Garrett moved behind Sean, his broad hands spanning the firefighter's waist as he lined up, his still-hard cock nudging against Sean's entrance.
The gym door creaked — again, always again — but Brad couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of Sean's mouth stretching around his thickening length, the firefighter's dark eyes locked onto his as Garrett pressed inside him with a groan. Daniel's breath hitched when Sean reached up to fist his cock in rhythm with his sucking, the yoga instructor's release spattering across Brad's chest in thin, whimpering spurts.
Somewhere beyond the haze, Brad registered the sound of another belt hitting the floor.
Garrett was the first to peel away, his grease-streaked fingers closing around Eli’s wrist as he hauled the rock climber toward the squat rack in the corner. Eli went willingly, his wiry frame pressed flush against Garrett’s chest as the mechanic backed him into the padded bench, their mouths meeting in a messy clash of teeth and tongues. The clatter of weight plates muffled their laughter when Garrett flipped Eli onto his stomach, his thick fingers spreading the younger man’s cheeks without preamble.
Across the room, Luke and Paul gravitated toward the rowing machine, their bodies slotting together with the easy familiarity of longtime lovers. Paul’s broad hands mapped the marine biologist’s ribs as Luke straddled the seat backwards, his thighs bracketing Paul’s hips while their cocks slid together in slow, sticky strokes. The rhythmic creak of the machine’s hinges kept time with their murmured exchanges — Luke’s breathy instructions, Paul’s gruff affirmations — until Luke arched with a gasp, his fingers tightening in Paul’s salt-and-pepper chest hair.
Travis watched them all with detached amusement, his deputy’s discipline reasserting itself as he methodically wiped sweat from his brow with a discarded towel. His gaze lingered on Brad’s spent form for a beat too long before he turned toward the punching bag, his knuckles cracking as he unwound the hand wraps from his wrists. Daniel slithered after him like a second shadow, his yoga-toned body folding effortlessly around Travis’s back, his lips brushing the nape of the deputy’s neck in silent offering.
Jason remained sprawled across the central bench like a lazy predator, his fingers carding through Kyle’s sweat-damp hair where the younger man dozed against his thigh. The occasional twitch of Kyle’s spent cock against Jason’s leg drew smug smiles from both men, their contentment undisturbed even when Ryan knelt to swipe a teasing tongue across Kyle’s fluttering hole.
The gym door creaked again — softer this time, hesitant — but Brad barely registered it through the haze of exhaustion. His muscles had melted into the mat, his limbs heavy with the combined weight of multiple releases and the lingering ghost of Travis’s grip on his throat. A cool draft licked across his oversensitive skin as someone stepped over him, the scent of chlorine and sunscreen announcing Alex’s return before his calloused hands settled on Brad’s hips.
“I'm not done with you,” the swimmer murmured, his thumbs pressing into the marks Garrett had left earlier. Brad groaned when Alex’s tongue traced the sticky trails of spent cum along his inner thigh, the scrape of stubble a delicious counterpoint to the wet heat. Somewhere beyond his fogged perception, metal clanged as Eli braced himself against the squat rack, Garrett’s growl reverberating through the room as he drove into the rock climber with renewed intensity.
Brad’s eyelids fluttered shut just as Alex’s teeth grazed his perineum — but the gym door creaked again, and again, and again.
The draft from the doorway hit Brad's sweat-slicked skin just as Alex's tongue breached his loosened rim, the swimmer's nose pressing against his perineum with messy enthusiasm. Brad arched with a hoarse cry, his fingers scrabbling for purchase on the sweat-slippery mat, but the newest arrival's shadow fell across them before he could fully process the sensation.
Dennis — the silent carpenter who only visited on weekends — stood on the threshold with his tool belt already unbuckled, his work-roughened hands hanging motionless at his sides as he took in the scene. Sawdust drifted from his jeans when he stepped free of them, his thick thighs flexing as he knelt beside Brad's head. The scent of pine resin and fresh-cut lumber clung to his skin as he reached down, his calloused thumb brushing Brad's bottom lip before sliding deeper, the taste of oak and sweat flooding Brad's mouth.
Alex groaned against Brad's ass when Dennis's other hand tangled in the swimmer's damp hair, guiding him to take Brad deeper, the carpenter's own cock — thick and uncut — bobbing against Brad's cheek with each ragged breath. Brad's vision swam when Dennis suddenly thrust forward, the head of his cock bumping against Brad's palate as Alex's tongue probed mercilessly at his prostate. The dual assault wrenched a garbled moan from Brad's throat, his exhausted cock twitching back to life against his stomach as Dennis set a slow, inexorable rhythm.
Across the room, Eli's choked cry echoed off the mirrors as Garrett pinned him over the barbell, the rock climber's fingers white-knuckling the rack while the mechanic drove into him with piston-like precision. Jason watched them with lazy interest, his fingers still combing through Kyle's hair as Ryan licked a broad stripe up Kyle's inner thigh, the younger man twitching but too spent to protest.
Travis had abandoned the punching bag to press Daniel against the weight bench, the deputy's forearm braced against the yoga instructor's throat as he fucked him with short, punishing strokes. Paul and Luke had migrated to the mats beside them, their bodies moving together with the fluid synchronicity of men who'd shared beds for years, their joined hands pinning Luke's cock against Paul's abdomen in tight, slick friction.
Dennis's fingers tightened in Brad's hair when Alex moaned around his tongue, the swimmer's hips jerking helplessly against empty air. Brad could feel Alex's thighs trembling where they bracketed his hips, could taste the change in Dennis's breathing as the carpenter's thrusts grew uneven. The gym door creaked again — always, always again — but Brad barely registered it over the sound of Dennis's groan vibrating through his skull as release hit, the carpenter's cum flooding his throat in hot pulses just as Alex's teeth sank into his ass cheek with a broken sob.
The door creaked again.
Brad swallowed reflexively as Dennis's cock pulsed against his tongue, the carpenter's thick fingers tightening in his hair with each spurt. Alex shuddered against Brad's thighs, his breath coming in ragged pants against Brad's oversensitive skin. The scent of sweat and pine resin mingled with the musk of sex thick in the air when Dennis finally pulled free, his thumb swiping absently at the mess on Brad's lips before turning toward the newest arrival.
Jared — the college linebacker who'd been training twice a week — stood frozen in the doorway, his gym bag slipping from his shoulder as he took in the scene. His broad chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, his shorts tented obscenely over his thick thighs. Brad watched his Adam's apple bob as his gaze flicked from Alex's spent form to the cum streaking Brad's stomach, then lower — to where Dennis's release still glistened at the corner of Brad's mouth.
"House rules," Brad rasped, his voice wrecked from throatfucking and exhaustion. Jared's fingers trembled as they hooked into his waistband, stripping with jerky movements that sent his shorts pooling around his ankles. His cock — heavy and flushed — swung free, already leaking against his thigh. Brad licked his lips, tasting Dennis's lingering salt as Jared stepped closer, his thick thighs brushing Brad's shoulder.
Alex groaned beneath Brad's legs, his fingers digging into the mat as Jared's palm settled on Brad's chest — warm and rough from lifting. "I've been thinking about this all week," Jared admitted, his thumb brushing Brad's nipple in slow circles. Brad arched into the touch, his spent body responding despite the hours of use, his cock twitching weakly against his thigh.
Behind them, Travis chuckled darkly, his deputy's belt clinking as he approached. "Better claim him before someone else does," he rumbled, his palm landing heavy on Jared's shoulder. The linebacker shuddered at the contact, his hips jerking forward until the head of his cock bumped Brad's chin. Brad opened his mouth without hesitation, his tongue swiping across the slit to gather the bitter pre-come beading there. Jared groaned, his fingers threading into Brad's sweat-damp hair as Travis guided his hips forward with firm pressure.
The gym door creaked again.
Jared's breath hitched when Brad took him deeper, his thighs trembling as Brad's throat flexed around him. Travis's grip on Jared's waist tightened, his other hand sliding down to squeeze Brad's ass — claiming, possessive — as he set the pace with rough thrusts of his hips. Brad's vision blurred at the edges, his body alight with oversensitivity and fresh need as Jared's cock hit the back of his throat with every snap of Travis's hips.
Beyond the haze, another belt hit the floor.
Jared's cock pulsed hot against Brad's tongue, each thrust driven deeper by Travis's guiding hands on the linebacker's hips. Brad could feel the tremble in Jared's thighs where they bracketed his head, the way the younger man's breath stuttered whenever Brad hollowed his cheeks on the upstroke. Travis chuckled darkly behind Jared as he leaned in close. "Told you he'd take it all," Travis murmured against Jared's shoulder, his fingers tightening possessively on Brad's ass cheek.
Across the room, Eli's broken moans hit a fever pitch as Garrett pinned him against the squat rack, the mechanic's thick fingers bruising the rock climber's hips with each punishing thrust. Alex had crawled toward them on trembling limbs, his tongue darting out to catch the sweat dripping from Garrett's flexing abdomen. Jason watched it all from his sprawl on the bench, his fingers still lazily carding through Kyle's hair while Ryan traced circles around Kyle's fluttering hole with deliberate fingertips.
Brad gagged when Jared's rhythm stuttered, the linebacker's balls tightening against his chin as Travis's grip turned punishing. "I'm close," Jared gasped, his fingers tightening in Brad's hair hard enough to make his scalp sting. Brad hummed around him in response, the vibration wringing a choked sob from Jared's chest just as the gym door creaked yet again.
The newcomer — Nathan, the quiet mechanic from the auto shop down the street — froze mid-step, his grease-stained coveralls already unzipped to reveal the thick thatch of chest hair Brad knew hid surprising muscle beneath. Nathan's gaze locked onto where Brad's lips stretched around Jared's cock, his own erection straining against his oil-smeared boxers as Travis smirked over his shoulder. "House rules," the deputy drawled, nodding toward Nathan's trembling hands.
Jared came with a broken shout, his sperm flooding Brad's throat in hot pulses as Travis held him deep, his fingers tightening in Brad's hair to keep him sealed tight. Brad swallowed obediently, his tongue working to milk every last drop even as his own spent cock twitched against his thigh. Nathan's coveralls hit the floor with a muffled thud just as Jared finally pulled free, his spent cock glistening with saliva as he staggered back a step, dazed.
Travis didn't give Brad a chance to recover before hauling him onto all fours, his palm landing heavy on the small of Brad's back. "Your turn," he growled toward Nathan, his other hand spreading Brad's cheeks to reveal his still-gaping hole. Nathan's breath hitched audibly as he stepped forward, his calloused hands settling on Brad's hips with surprising gentleness despite the hunger in his eyes.
The gym door creaked again.
Nathan didn't hesitate this time, his thick cock sliding home in one smooth thrust as Brad arched with a ragged cry. Behind them, Travis's chuckle was dark with promise as he reached around to wrap his fingers around Brad's throat.
Nathan's thrusts started slow, measured — the mechanic's calloused palms smoothing over Brad's trembling flanks as he worked himself deeper with each rock of his hips. The stretch burned deliciously after hours of use, the drag of Nathan's thick cock sending sparks up Brad's spine each time he bottomed out. Travis's fingers flexed around Brad's throat in silent warning just as Nathan's rhythm hitched, his hips snapping forward with sudden urgency that punched a broken moan from Brad's chest.
Across the room, Eli's high-pitched keening cut off abruptly when Garrett shoved three fingers between the rock climber's teeth, his other hand still pinning Eli's hips to the barbell. Jason had finally abandoned his perch on the bench to kneel behind Ryan, their chests pressed together as Jason's teeth sank into Ryan's shoulder, their cocks sliding together in the sticky mess coating Kyle's back.
Nathan's breath hitched when Travis leaned down to lick a stripe up Brad's spine, the deputy's free hand sliding down to cup Brad's balls with rough familiarity. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Travis murmured against Brad's shoulder blade, his fingers tightening just enough to make Brad's thighs shake. Nathan groaned in agreement, his thrusts growing sloppier as his grip on Brad's hips tightened.
The scent of sex and sweat thickened when Jared stumbled forward, his half-hard cock bumping against Brad's cheek insistently. Brad opened his mouth without hesitation, his tongue swiping across Jared's flushed head as Nathan drove into him with renewed force. Jared's broken whimper vibrated through Brad's skull when Travis suddenly reached up to twist Jared's nipple sharply, the linebacker's hips jerking forward uncontrollably.
Nathan came first with a guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he pressed deep, his release flooding Brad's already-stretched channel in hot pulses. Travis chuckled darkly against Brad's shoulder, his fingers never loosening their grip as Nathan slumped forward, his beard scraping Brad's sweat-slick back.
The gym door creaked — always, always creaked — and Brad didn't need to look to know another silhouette stood silhouetted in the doorway, another pair of hands already moving to a waistband. Nathan's softening cock slipped free with a wet sound as Travis finally released Brad's throat, only to immediately wrap his fingers around Jared's shaft instead, stroking the younger man to a second climax across Brad's flushed face.
Beyond the ringing in his ears, Brad registered the sound of another belt hitting the floor.
Cole's shadow swallowed the room as he stepped inside, his firefighter's frame blocking the fluorescents completely when he knelt beside Brad's trembling form. Jared's release dripped from Brad's chin onto the mat below, each drop landing with an audible tap that seemed to sync with Cole's slow, deliberate breaths. The firefighter's hands — scarred from rope burns and speckled with old callouses — hovered over Brad's hips before settling with impossible gentleness, his thumbs pressing into the bruises Nathan had left behind.
"You've been busy," Cole observed, his voice roughened by smoke inhalation and something darker. His palms slid up Brad's sides, tracing the arch of each rib as if counting them, the touch somehow more intimate than anything that had come before. When his fingers reached Brad's collarbones, Cole leaned down, his beard scraping the tender skin of Brad's throat as he inhaled deeply. "Missed this," he murmured against Brad's pulse point, the words vibrating through muscle and bone.
Travis's grip on Jared slackened as he took a half-step back, his deputy's instincts recognizing the shift in power dynamics before his conscious mind caught up. Nathan was already scrambling aside when Cole's teeth closed lightly on Brad's earlobe — not biting, just holding — as his other hand drifted lower, fingertips skating through the mess cooling on Brad's stomach. Cole's exhale was hot against Brad's temple when his fingers finally wrapped around Brad's cock, his grip firm but unhurried, his strokes timed to the slowing thud of Brad's heartbeat.
The gym door creaked again — quieter this time, as if hesitant to interrupt — but Cole didn't glance up. His focus remained locked on Brad's face as his thumb swiped over the leaking slit, collecting the scant pre-come still eking from Brad's exhausted body. "Look at you," Cole murmured, his free hand sliding up to cradle Brad's jaw, his calloused palm rough against day-old stubble. "Still so fucking perfect."
Behind them, Jared whimpered when Travis's fingers tangled in his hair, the deputy guiding the linebacker's mouth to his own cock with silent command. Nathan had crawled to the water cooler, his trembling hands fumbling with the spigot as Eli's laughter rang out — bright and startled — when Garrett suddenly lifted him clean off the ground, pinning him against the mirrored wall.
Cole's mouth found Brad's in a kiss that tasted of smoke and spearmint, his tongue sweeping in with the same measured control as his strokes. Brad's hips jerked involuntarily when Cole's palm pressed down on his abdomen, the pressure just shy of painful as Cole murmured, "Give me one more." His teeth grazed Brad's bottom lip on the next downstroke, the sharpness cutting through the haze of exhaustion like lightning.
The gym door creaked — always, always creaking — as Brad came with a broken gasp, his release striping Cole's work-roughened knuckles in weak spurts. Cole kissed him through it, his grip never loosening, his other hand sliding up to tangle in Brad's sweat-damp hair. "Good," he murmured against Brad's lips, the word more vibration than sound. "So good for me."
Another belt hit the floor.
Cole's grip softened as Brad's tremors subsided, his thumb stroking gentle circles on Brad's hipbone where bruises would bloom by morning. The firefighter exhaled through his nose, pressing one last kiss to Brad's slack mouth before glancing toward the doorway where the newest arrival — Shane, the tattooed bartender from the downtown speakeasy — stood frozen with his leather jacket half-unzipped. Cole's chuckle vibrated against Brad's chest as he reached out, crooking a finger in silent summons.
Shane's boots hit the mat with deliberate thuds as he crossed the room, his fingers already working the zipper the rest of the way down. The scent of bourbon and citrus peel clung to his skin when he knelt beside them, his ink-sleeved arms flexing as he cupped Brad's face with surprising tenderness. Cole guided Shane's hand lower without words, pressing the bartender's palm flat against Brad's pounding heart as if to say feel that, he's alive, he's ours. Shane's breath caught when Brad instinctively nuzzled into his touch, his body pliant and sated beneath their combined attention.
Across the gym, the others had settled into drowsy clusters — Eli curled against Garrett's chest on the weight bench, Jason sprawled across Ryan and Kyle's laps by the dumbbell rack, their fingers lazily tracing each other's sweat-dried skin. Even Travis had relented as he let Jared rest against his shoulder near the water cooler. The room hummed with the quiet satisfaction of men thoroughly used, the air thick with the musk of sex and the occasional contented sigh.
Cole stretched out beside Brad, his bicep pillowing Brad's head as Shane settled on Brad's other side, his tattooed arm draping possessively across Brad's waist. The bartender's lips brushed Brad's temple in a gesture that felt strangely intimate after hours of rough handling. "House rules," Shane murmured against Brad's hair, but there was no demand left in it — just quiet amusement as the gym door finally, blessedly, stayed shut.
Nathan was the one who reached for the towels, passing them around with a mechanic's practicality as the others roused enough to clean themselves and each other. Cole's hand never left Brad's chest, his fingertips occasionally stroking through the coarse hair there as if checking he still breathed. Brad's lips curled in a tired smile when Shane's fingers intertwined with his own, the bartender's thumb brushing his knuckles with unexpected sweetness. Outside, the first birds of dawn began to sing.
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