Exploring Whatever Feels Good
Saturday morning arrived with a different kind of tension humming through the small Vienna gym. Patrick stepped inside at 6:30 exactly, the glass door shutting softly behind him. The place already felt transformed. The new air conditioning units hummed quietly along the back wall, cool air circulating evenly for the first time all week. He knew this was the final day of the install. Mike had mentioned it yesterday. Patrick changed in the locker room with a slow smile, pulling on his gym outfit. His body looked especially sharp today, smooth skin glowing under the lights, cock already half hard from the knowledge that this was the last morning they would share this space.
He started his routine on the floor, shoulders first, pressing heavy dumbbells while sweat began to bead across his hairless chest. The mirrors showed every detail of his pumped physique. By 6:55 he was deep into squats when the front door chimed. Mike walked in with his toolbox and a final set of control panels. The dark blue work trousers hugged his thick, hairy legs, the polo stretched tight over that broad chest Patrick now knew even more intimately. Their eyes locked across the room. Mike gave a small nod, but his green gaze lingered on the obvious bulge in Patrick’s shorts.
Patrick grabbed his phone and typed quickly.
Last day. Locker room after your first bit of work. I need to feel you one more time here.
He sent it and kept lifting. A minute later his phone buzzed.
Can’t. Boss is coming at 7:30 to check the whole system. He wants a full walkthrough. We have to behave.
Patrick’s stomach tightened with frustration and excitement at the same time. He finished his set and glanced toward the back wall where Mike was already mounting the last panels. The hairy handyman looked just as wound up, cheeks faintly flushed, trousers already showing the start of a thick outline. They exchanged one more heated look in the mirror, but neither moved toward the locker room. The risk was too real now.
At 7:25 the front door chimed again. A middle aged man in a crisp button down shirt stepped inside, clipboard in hand. The gym owner. He greeted Mike with a firm handshake and started the inspection immediately, asking questions about airflow, thermostats, and noise levels. Patrick kept lifting a few metres away, pretending to focus on his routine, but every time Mike bent over to demonstrate something the memory of that furry ass spread open under the shower flashed through his mind. Mike’s work trousers pulled tight across his muscular backside, the dark hair at his collar visible when he leaned forward. Patrick’s cock throbbed visibly in his shorts. He had to adjust himself twice.
The owner was thorough. He wanted to test every zone, every vent, every remote control. For the next forty minutes Patrick and Mike stayed separated by the presence of the third man, exchanging only quick glances and the occasional brush of shoulders when Mike passed by with a tool. The tension was unbearable. Patrick could smell Mike’s woody aftershave mixed with clean sweat every time they came close. His own body stayed pumped and horny, nipples tight against the tank top, cock leaking a small wet spot into his compression shorts.
Finally, at 8:10, the owner clapped Mike on the shoulder. “Looks perfect. Summer is saved. Great job.” He shook hands again, nodded politely at Patrick, and left.
Mike let out a long breath the moment the door closed. He looked across the gym at Patrick, green eyes dark with unmet need. Patrick walked over slowly, stopping just close enough that their bodies almost touched.
“Tonight,” Patrick said, voice low. “My place after work. I’ll text you the address. No gym, no rush, no one to interrupt. I want you all to myself.”
Mike swallowed hard, but he nodded. “Yeah... Send it.”
Patrick typed the address into a new message and hit send. Then he added one more line.
Wear the work gear if you want. Or nothing underneath. Your choice.
Mike read it, cheeks flushing darker. He typed back quickly.
I’ll be there at six. And yeah… I’m wearing the work trousers. No underwear.
Patrick grinned, finished the last of his workout in a haze of anticipation, and left the gym at 8:20. The week was over, but the real heat was only beginning.
The rest of the day dragged. Patrick went through his Saturday errands on autopilot, mind replaying every encounter from the week. By the time he got home at five thirty he was already rock hard. He showered quickly, then opened the bottom drawer of his dresser. He pulled out a black leather harness that buckled across his smooth, muscular chest, framing his pecs and abs perfectly. Next came the matching leather jockstrap, the pouch barely containing his thick cock and smooth balls, the straps framing his hairless ass. He checked himself in the full length mirror. The contrast was exactly what he wanted: smooth skin, hard muscle, and the raw edge of leather. He looked ready to devour.
At six sharp the doorbell rang. Patrick opened the door without hesitation.
Mike stood in the hallway still in his full work gear, dark blue trousers and polo stretched tight over his hairy, muscular frame. His green eyes widened at the sight of Patrick in nothing but the harness and jock. The bulge in Mike’s trousers jumped visibly.
“Get inside,” Patrick growled, grabbing him by the belt and pulling him through the door. He kicked it shut and shoved Mike against the wall immediately, mouth crashing into his in a filthy, open mouthed kiss. “Fuck, I’ve been hard all day thinking about this hairy ass. You’re gonna take my cock like a good boy tonight.”
Mike moaned into the kiss, hands already roaming over the leather straps across Patrick’s chest. “Yes… please. I’ve been leaking in these trousers since lunch.”
Patrick dropped to his knees right there in the hallway, yanking Mike’s work trousers open. No underwear, just as promised. Mike’s thick, uncut cock sprang free, heavy and dripping. Patrick swallowed him to the root in one wet glide, nose buried in the dense pubic hair, throat working around the fat head. Mike’s hands flew to Patrick’s short blond hair, hips bucking.
“Shit… your mouth feels so good,” Mike panted. “Suck it like you own it. I’ve been thinking about your throat all week.”
Patrick bobbed fast and sloppy, saliva dripping down Mike’s hairy balls. He pulled off with a wet pop and spun Mike around, shoving the work trousers down to his ankles. That thick, furry ass filled his vision. Patrick spread the cheeks wide and buried his tongue inside without warning, licking deep and dirty.
“Eat my hole,” Mike groaned, pushing back. “Get it sloppy. I want your cock sliding in easy.”
Patrick rimmed him hard, tongue fucking the tight ring while one hand reached around to stroke Mike’s leaking cock. The sounds were obscene, wet slurps and Mike’s growing moans filling the apartment. Patrick stood up, spun Mike back around, and shoved him toward the bedroom.
“On the bed. On your back. Legs up. I want to watch your face while I fuck you raw.”
Mike kicked off his boots and trousers, polo still on, and lay back on the mattress. Patrick climbed over him, harness straps creaking, leather jock pushed aside so his cock stood out hard and slick. He grabbed lube from the nightstand, slicked himself, and pushed in with one long, steady thrust.
“Fuck yes,” Patrick snarled, bottoming out. “Your hairy hole is gripping me so tight. You love taking cock now, don’t you? Say it.”
“I love it,” Mike gasped, eyes rolling back as Patrick started pounding him deep. “I love getting fucked. I love feeling you stretch me open. Harder… make me feel it tomorrow!”
Patrick slammed into him, hips snapping, balls slapping against Mike’s furry ass. The leather harness rubbed against Mike’s hairy chest with every thrust, the contrast driving them both wild. Patrick reached down and wrapped a hand around Mike’s thick cock, jerking him rough and fast.
“Look at you,” Patrick growled. “Still in your work polo like a proper handyman while I’m balls deep in your guts. You’re such a dirty bottom. Say you’re my hairy fuck toy.”
“I’m your hairy fuck toy,” Mike moaned, voice breaking. “Use me. Fill me up. I want your load.”
Patrick fucked him faster, the bed creaking, sweat flying. He leaned down and bit at Mike’s furry neck, sucking a mark into the skin. Mike’s legs wrapped around Patrick’s waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper.
“Gonna come,” Mike warned, body tensing.
“Do it,” Patrick ordered. “Shoot all over that hairy chest while I’m inside you.”
Mike came with a loud shout, thick ropes painting his own dark fur and the leather straps of Patrick’s harness. The sight and the clench of Mike’s hole sent Patrick over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, flooding Mike’s insides with pulse after pulse of hot come.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, bodies slick. Patrick finally pulled out slowly, watching his come leak from Mike’s hole and run down the furry crack. He collapsed beside him, both of them grinning.
Mike turned his head, green eyes bright and relaxed. “That was… intense. I’ve never let go like that before. Never talked like that either. Feels good though. Really good.”
Patrick ran a hand over Mike’s come streaked chest, fingers threading through the wet hair. “You’re evolving fast. Sex positive looks hot on you. No shame, just taking what feels right.”
Mike laughed softly, the sound easy and open. “Yeah. I used to think one night stands with strangers were all I could have. Kept everything hidden. This week changed that. I like knowing what I want now. And I want more of this. With you.”
Patrick propped himself up on one elbow, leather harness still creaking. “Same. We’re not doing the boyfriend thing. No pressure, no labels. Just two buddies who fuck like animals and explore whatever feels good. Next time maybe we hit a dark room somewhere. Or you top me. Or we find another guy to play with. Whatever we’re in the mood for.”
Mike’s smile widened, shy but excited. “I like that plan. A lot. I’m finally okay admitting I love bottoming. Love the way it feels when you take control. And I still love how smooth you are against all this hair. We’ve got time to try everything.”
Patrick leaned in and kissed him, slow and filthy, tongues sliding. When they broke apart he grinned.
“Shower’s big enough for two. Then we order food and talk about round two. Sound good, buddy?”
Mike nodded, already reaching for Patrick’s harness strap to pull him closer. “Sounds perfect.”
They rolled out of bed together, bodies still buzzing, the apartment filled with the low laughter of two men who had found exactly what they needed in each other. No grand romance, no promises of forever. Just raw heat, honest desire, and the clear understanding that this was only the beginning of many more dirty, uninhibited nights ahead.
The End
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