The game resumed with a burst of electronic noise and flashing colors. Daniel and Leo immediately launched into aggressive combos, their characters clashing violently on screen. Ben struggled to focus, every shift of Leo’s head sending jolts of sensation through him. His own movements were clumsy, his character stumbling. Leo, however, was relentless. His fingers flew over the controller, his naked body coiled with concentration. He landed a devastating final blow on Daniel’s character, then pivoted instantly to Ben’s floundering fighter. A flurry of precise hits, a final, bone-crunching special move, and Ben’s character crumpled. "Victory!" flashed on the screen above Leo’s triumphant avatar. Leo whooped, throwing his head back in celebration, pressing it harder into Ben’s groin. "Told you I’d wreck you!"
Daniel tossed his controller onto the coffee table with a frustrated sigh. He leaned back, stretching his arms along the couch back, the emerald green jockstrap straining over his thick erection. "Whatever," he scoffed, though his dark eyes sparkled. "I only lost because there weren't any stakes. No real reason to try." He nudged Ben with his bare knee. "Right, Ben?"
Ben shifted, acutely aware of Leo’s head pressing firmly against his cock through the thin briefs. He cleared his throat. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice rough. "Needs stakes. Next round... loser gets their cock out. Fully." He gestured vaguely towards Daniel’s jockstrap pouch and his own tented briefs.
Leo immediately reached down, wrapping his fingers around his thick, cut shaft where it lay heavy against his thigh. "Already out, genius," he scoffed, giving it a lazy stroke. The flushed head glistened slightly in the screen’s flickering light, a bead of pre-cum welling at the slit. His cock was thick, a solid seven inches of rigid flesh, the prominent ridge of its head stark against the flushed skin. Veins snaked along its length, pulsing with his heartbeat.
Daniel’s eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Fine. New stakes," he countered, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. His gaze locked onto Leo’s cock, then flicked up to meet his blue eyes. "If you win this next round, Leo... the losers suck your cock." He gestured casually between himself and Ben. "Both of us."
Leo’s grin widened. He gave his thick shaft another slow stroke, his thumb brushing over the glistening head. "Deal," he declared, his voice low and confident. He picked up his controller, his naked body radiating cocky assurance. "But just so you know? I never lose." Ben swallowed hard, his own cock throbbing against the back of Leo’s skull. He grabbed his controller, knuckles white. "Deal," he echoed, his voice thick.
Daniel snatched his controller back, his dark eyes sharp and focused. "Game on," he said. He selected ‘new brawl’ with a decisive click. The electronic pulse of the game’s start-up filled the room again, the flashing screen casting stark shadows across three bare bodies and straining erections.
Leo attacked with ruthless precision. His fingers flew over the controller, his naked body coiled tight with concentration. Ben fought defensively, blocking and countering, his powerful frame tense on the couch, acutely aware of Leo’s head grinding against his trapped cock with every aggressive movement. Daniel was fluid and unpredictable, weaving complex combos that chipped away at Leo’s health bar. The characters clashed violently on screen, the sound effects sharp and jarring – punches landing with wet thuds, energy blasts crackling. Leo took heavy damage, his character staggering, but he never lost his rhythm.
With a sudden, brutal reversal, Leo landed a perfectly timed uppercut, knocking Daniel’s character off the screen. He pivoted instantly, unleashing a devastating flurry of kicks and punches on Ben’s fighter. Ben’s thumbs fumbled on the buttons, overwhelmed. Leo’s character glowed red, executing a final, cinematic special move – a bone-crunching slam that drove Ben’s fighter through the digital floor. "K.O.!" flashed on the screen. Leo’s avatar stood victorious amidst the pixelated debris.
Leo tossed his controller onto the coffee table with a sharp clatter. "Told you," he declared, his voice thick with triumph. He spread his legs wider, planting his socked feet firmly on the hardwood. His lean runner’s thighs tensed, the muscles sharply defined beneath smooth skin. His abs contracted into hard ridges as he leaned back slightly, his thick, cut cock jutting proudly upward from its nest of neatly trimmed, light blonde pubic hair. The flushed head glistened, a bead of pre-cum trembling at the slit. "A deal’s a deal," he said, his piercing blue eyes locking onto Ben and Daniel. "I’m waiting, boys."
Daniel exchanged a quick, charged glance with Ben. They rose together, the worn leather couch creaking in protest. Without a word, they moved to the floor in front of Leo, sinking onto their hands and knees. Their backs arched deeply, lifting their asses high in the air. Daniel’s emerald green jockstrap left his tight, pink hole fully exposed to the cool air of the apartment. A light dusting of dark hair surrounded it, and the sudden chill made the delicate muscle visibly wink and clench. Beside him, Ben’s grey briefs stretched taut, the thin cotton molding to the powerful swell of his ass like a second skin, the fabric digging deep into the cleft.
Leo watched, his breath catching, as both men leaned forward simultaneously. Their tongues slid out, pink and wet, hovering just inches from the thick base of his cock. For a heartbeat, they locked eyes over the throbbing shaft – Daniel’s gaze dark and challenging, Ben’s wide and flushed. Then, in perfect, mirrored motion, they pressed their tongues flat against Leo’s hot skin. They dragged them slowly upward, tracing the prominent veins and the rigid length, all the way to the swollen, glistening head. The wet heat was electric, making Leo’s thighs tense and a low groan rumble in his chest.
Daniel’s tongue flicked out, lapping at the bead of pre-cum trembling on Leo’s slit. He swirled it slowly, savoring the salty tang, his dark eyes fixed on Leo’s face. Ben followed suit a second later, his own tongue broad and warm as it swept across the sensitive ridge beneath the head. Their movements were unhurried, exploratory, tongues sliding and circling independently yet in sync, coating Leo’s cock in a slick sheen. The dual sensation – Daniel’s precise, teasing licks and Ben’s broader, more tentative strokes – sent sharp jolts of pleasure radiating through Leo’s core, his abs clenching tight.
Without warning, Daniel shifted his focus. He dipped his head lower, his lips parting as he sucked one of Leo’s heavy balls into his mouth. His tongue pressed firmly against the taut skin, massaging the sensitive orb with slow, deliberate circles. The sudden heat and pressure drew a sharp gasp from Leo, his hips jerking involuntarily, pushing his rigid cock deeper into Ben’s mouth.
Leo leaned forward, his breath ragged. "Ben," he commanded, his voice rough. "Suck my finger." Ben hesitated for only a second before parting his lips, taking Leo’s finger deep into his hot mouth, his tongue swirling around the digit as he sucked hard. Leo watched Ben’s flushed face, his own blue eyes dark with hunger. "Good," he murmured. "Keep it wet."
Withdrawing his hand, Leo reached behind Daniel’s arched back. His slick finger traced slow, deliberate circles around Daniel’s exposed hole, the muscle fluttering under the teasing touch. Daniel gasped, his tongue pausing against Leo’s balls, his entire body tensing. "Easy," Leo whispered, pressing the pad of his finger firmly against the tight ring. "Just relax." He felt Daniel’s sharp inhale, the way his ass clenched reflexively before yielding slightly under the steady pressure.
Leo leaned into it, his finger sinking slowly into Daniel’s tight heat. Daniel moaned around Leo’s balls, the vibration sending a shockwave up Leo’s spine. Leo worked his finger deeper, knuckle by knuckle, feeling the incredible warmth and resistance. He curled it slightly, searching, and Daniel jerked, a choked whimper escaping him as Leo found the sensitive spot inside him. "Fuck, yes," Daniel breathed, his voice thick and muffled against Leo’s skin.
Ben watched, transfixed, his own mouth still working slowly up and down Leo’s shaft. He could imagine Daniel’s hole clenching rhythmically around Leo’s finger, the emerald jockstrap framing the intimate invasion. A bead of sweat traced the sharp line of Daniel’s spine as he arched higher, pushing back against Leo’s hand. The sight sent a fresh wave of heat through Ben, his cock throbbing painfully in his briefs. He quickened his pace on Leo, sucking harder, wanting more.
Leo suddenly pulled his finger free from Daniel with a slick pop, making Daniel gasp. He gently pushed Ben’s head away from his cock. "Enough," Leo commanded, his voice rough but authoritative. He stood up, towering over them. "Both of you. Strip. Now. Everything off." He gestured sharply. "I want you naked." Daniel and Ben exchanged a startled glance but obeyed instantly. Daniel hooked his thumbs into the sides of his jockstrap and peeled it down his lean legs, stepping out of it. Ben, still kneeling, shoved his grey briefs down his thick thighs, kicking them aside. They both stood, completely bare, facing Leo, who remained naked except for his white crew socks. The air felt charged, electric.
Leo’s gaze raked over them. Daniel’s wiry swimmer’s build was on full display: sharp collarbones, flat smooth abs, and a thick, uncut cock jutting straight out at six inches, the foreskin pulled taut over the flushed head. Beside him, Ben’s powerful frame was imposing—broad shoulders, a defined chest, thick thighs—and his own heavy, uncut cock stood rigid at 5.5 inches, the hooded tip glistening. Leo himself was a vision: lean muscles coiled, abs sharp, and his thick, cut cock jutting proudly at seven inches, veins prominent, the head slick and swollen. He locked eyes with Daniel. "I’m gonna fuck you," he stated, low and certain.
Ben stepped forward, his powerful chest heaving. "No," he growled, the word rough. "I met him first. In the locker room. I should be the one who fucks him." His thick thigh brushed Daniel’s. Leo’s laugh was sharp, dismissive. "I won the bet, Ben. Fair and square. That means I call the shots." He gestured at his own glistening cock.
Daniel’s dark eyes flicked between them, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face. "Hold up," he cut in, stepping deliberately between their naked bodies. "The bet was just for sucking your cock, Leo. Not for fucking anybody. Sounds like the only fair thing is for neither of you to fuck me." He paused, letting the confusion settle on Leo’s and Ben’s flushed faces. "Because," Daniel continued, his voice dropping low, confident, "I’m gonna top both of you." He spread his hands. "It’s the only fair decision."
Leo snorted, crossing his arms over his sharp abs. "You think you can handle that, kid?" His gaze swept over Daniel’s lean frame, lingering on his thick, uncut cock. Ben shifted beside him, his powerful shoulders tensing, eyes fixed on Daniel’s face. Daniel just grinned, unflinching. "Oh, I know I can," he said, stepping back to the couch. He grabbed a cushion, tossed it onto the hardwood floor in front of the coffee table, and knelt on it, facing them. "Leo, get over here. On your back. Now."
Leo hesitated for only a second before obeying, stretching out on the floor, his socked feet hovering in the air, knees bent. His thick cock lay rigid against his stomach, glistening. Daniel turned to Ben, jerking his chin toward Leo’s spread legs. "You too, big guy. Straddle his chest. Face away from me." Ben moved with surprising speed, his thick thighs bracketing Leo’s torso, his heavy balls dangling inches above Leo’s flushed face. Daniel positioned himself between Leo’s bent knees, his own cock bobbing. He spat into his fingers, slicking himself.
Daniel leaned forward, his dark eyes fixed on Leo’s tight hole. He pressed two slick fingers firmly against the clenched muscle. "Relax," he murmured, his voice low and steady. Leo hissed as the pressure increased, his hole fluttering. "Suck him, Leo," Daniel commanded, pushing his fingers slowly past the resisting ring. "Suck Ben’s cock." Leo’s piercing blue eyes focused, flicking up to the heavy, hooded cock hovering above his mouth. He leaned up, parting his lips to engulf the thick head.
Ben gasped as Leo’s hot mouth closed around him. The wet suction was immediate, intense. Leo worked his tongue along Ben’s sensitive ridge, swirling beneath the foreskin. Daniel’s fingers sank deeper into Leo, curling, searching. Leo moaned around Ben’s cock, the vibration sending shockwaves through Ben’s thighs. Daniel added a third finger, stretching Leo wide. Leo’s hips bucked off the floor, a raw groan tearing from his throat as he sucked harder, faster, his eyes squeezing shut.
Daniel watched Leo’s hole stretch around his knuckles, slick and glistening. He twisted his wrist, scissoring his fingers. Leo arched, his cock throbbing against Ben’s bare back, pre-cum smearing hot streaks. "Fuck, you’re tight," Daniel murmured, pressing deeper. Leo’s jaw slackened around Ben, a choked whimper escaping him. Ben’s hands fisted in his tousled fair hair, his hips rocking shallowly into Leo’s mouth. The dual sensations—Daniel’s relentless stretch and Ben’s thick weight on his tongue—left Leo trembling, his socked feet up over Daniel’s shoulders.
"Enough," Daniel commanded, withdrawing his fingers with a slick pop. Leo gasped, his hole fluttering open. "Up. Both of you. Couch. Now." Daniel stood, wiping his wet fingers on his thigh, his thick cock bobbing. Leo scrambled to his feet, his lean body slick with sweat, abs flexing sharply. Ben rose slower, his powerful thighs trembling. They moved to the worn leather couch, Daniel directing them with sharp gestures. "Leo—on your back. Legs in the air. Show me those abs." Leo obeyed, stretching out, knees bent toward his chest, his lean torso taut. Every muscle stood defined—the sharp ridges of his abs, the cords in his neck—as his thick cock pulsed against his stomach, the flushed head gleaming.
"Ben," Daniel said. "Face the wall. Knees on the couch, hands braced on the backrest." Ben turned, planting his knees wide on the leather, his powerful back muscles rippling as he gripped the top of the couch. His thick thighs strained, the heavy curve of his ass lifted high, his uncut cock hanging full and heavy beneath him, swaying with each ragged breath. Daniel stepped close behind Ben, running a hand possessively over the swell of his ass. His fingers spread Ben's cheeks, exposing the tight, pink furl of his hole to the cool air. Ben gasped at the sensation and his hole puckered and winked.
Daniel leaned in, his lips brushing Ben's ear. "Relax, big guy," he murmured, his breath hot. "I'll go slow. Real slow." His slick fingers traced teasing circles around Ben's clenched rim. "Never had anything up there, right?" Ben shook his head, his knuckles white where he gripped the couch. "No," he choked out. "Never." Daniel pressed the pad of his finger firmly against the tight ring. "Breathe out," he instructed. "Push against me." Ben exhaled shakily, pushing back slightly. Daniel's finger sank in slowly, knuckle by knuckle, past the resisting muscle. Ben hissed, his powerful frame tensing, his hole gripping Daniel's finger like a vise. "Easy," Daniel soothed, working his finger deeper, curling it slightly. "Just breathe. You're doing perfectly."
With his right index finger still buried deep in Ben’s tight heat, Daniel turned his attention to Leo. He spat copiously into his left hand fingers, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Leo watched, his piercing blue eyes wide, his cock pulsing against his stomach. Daniel pressed three slick fingers firmly against Leo’s stretched, glistening hole. "Remember this?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. Leo only had time for a sharp inhale before Daniel drove his fingers deep inside him in one smooth, relentless thrust. Leo arched off the couch, a ragged gasp tearing from his throat. "Fuck! Daniel!" His abs contracted into hard, quivering ridges as Daniel scissored his fingers wide, stretching him further, the wet slide audible. Pre-cum beaded thickly at Leo’s slit, rolling down the shaft to pool in the sharp hollows of his abs.
Ben groaned beside them, the sound low and guttural. The dual sensation was overwhelming: Daniel’s single finger pistoning slowly inside his virgin ass, a deep, stretching burn that radiated heat through his powerful thighs, and the sight of Leo writhing under Daniel’s three-fingered invasion. Daniel worked both hands in opposing rhythms – his right finger curling gently inside Ben, finding a spot that made his thick cock jerk violently, while his left hand twisted and thrust ruthlessly into Leo’s loosened channel. Leo’s choked moans filled the air, his feet up in the air. Ben’s cock leaked a steady stream of pre-cum that dripped onto the couch cushion beneath him.
Daniel added a second finger to Ben’s hole, stretching him wider. Ben gasped, his knuckles white where he gripped the couch back, his powerful shoulders trembling. "Fuck... Daniel," he breathed, pushing back instinctively against the pressure. Daniel scissored his fingers slowly, deliberately, feeling the tight ring of muscle yield. "That’s it," Daniel murmured, his dark eyes fixed on the way Ben’s hole stretched pink and glistening around his knuckles. "Take it." Sweat slicked the deep groove of Ben’s spine, tracing the hard ridges of his lower back muscles as he arched, presenting his ass higher. The thick swell of his cheeks clenched and released with each ragged breath, the dimples above them deepening.
Another finger pressed in, stretching Ben to the brink. He cried out, a raw, guttural sound, his body writhing against the leather. His hole fluttered wildly around the intrusion, the burn giving way to a deep, throbbing pleasure that radiated up his spine. Daniel curled his fingers hard, rubbing relentlessly against Ben’s prostate. Ben’s cock jerked violently beneath him, dripping steady streams of pre-cum that pooled on the cushion. His thick thighs shook, muscles corded and straining, as he ground back onto Daniel’s hand, lost in the sensation.
Daniel withdrew his fingers from both men with slick pops. He grabbed Ben’s hips, pulling him back until his thick ass hovered just inches from Daniel’s cock. "Lube," Daniel demanded, his voice rough. "Where?" Ben fumbled blindly at the side table, his hand trembling as he snatched a half-empty bottle of clear lube. Daniel snatched it, pouring a thick, glistening stream over his thick, uncut cock, coating himself until it shone. He pressed the slick head firmly against Ben’s stretched, quivering hole. "Breathe out," Daniel ordered. "Push."
Ben exhaled sharply, pushing back. Daniel leaned forward, driving his hips slowly, relentlessly. The thick crown breached Ben’s tight ring, stretching him impossibly wider. Ben gasped, a choked, guttural sound tearing from his throat as Daniel sank deeper, inch by agonizing inch. His powerful back muscles corded, sweat dripping down the deep groove of his spine. The burn was electric, overwhelming, forcing ragged, broken moans from Ben’s lips as his hole clenched and fluttered around the invading thickness. Daniel bottomed out, his hips flush against Ben’s ass, balls pressed tight. He held still, letting Ben adjust, feeling the frantic pulse around his cock.
Daniel pulled back almost all the way, leaving just the swollen head nestled inside Ben’s stretched entrance. Then he thrust forward again, a slow, deep glide, burying himself to the hilt. Ben whimpered, his knuckles bone-white where he gripped the couch back, his thick thighs trembling violently. Each deliberate stroke dragged against Ben’s prostate, sending jolts of white-hot pleasure up his spine. His cock jerked, dripping steady streams of pre-cum onto the leather below. Words dissolved into incoherent groans and gasps, his head hanging low between his straining shoulders.
Leo watched, mesmerized, from his position next to Ben’s thick thighs. The heavy, uncut cock swayed inches from his face, glistening with sweat and pre-cum. Without hesitation, Leo pivoted and surged upward, engulfing Ben’s entire length in one smooth motion. His lips sealed tight around the base, his tongue swirling beneath the thick ridge of Ben’s foreskin. The sudden, wet heat was overwhelming. Ben cried out, arching his back sharply, pushing his cock deeper into Leo’s throat. Daniel increased his pace, his hips snapping forward with more force, driving Ben into Leo.
Daniel’s thrusts became relentless, each deep stroke grinding Ben’s prostate. Leo hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard and fast, his throat working around Ben’s girth. The dual assault shattered Ben’s control. His powerful thighs locked, trembling violently as his balls drew up tight against his body. A guttural roar tore from his lips as he erupted, thick ropes of cum pulsing directly into Leo’s waiting throat. Leo swallowed frantically, his blue eyes watering but never breaking contact, milking every drop until Ben sagged, gasping.
Daniel slowed his pace, but the overstimulation was too much. "Pull out," Ben choked, his voice raw. "Please... too intense." Daniel withdrew smoothly, his thick cock glistening with lube and Ben’s slick heat. He sank onto the hardwood floor, lying flat on his back. His six-inch cock stood rigid against his stomach, uncut and flushed dark, the foreskin stretched taut over the swollen head. Veins snaked along its length, pearly pre-cum beading at the slit.
Leo crawled over, his feet padding softly on the floor. He leaned down, letting a thick strand of Ben’s cum spill from his lips onto Daniel’s shaft, mixing with the lube. He swallowed the rest, then positioned himself over Daniel’s hips. Gripping the base, Leo lowered himself slowly, thighs trembling as he impaled himself on the thick length. His own seven-inch cock twitched violently against his abs, already leaking fresh pre-cum.
He sank all the way down, a sharp gasp escaping him as Daniel’s cock stretched him to the hilt. Golden hair dusted Leo’s powerful thighs as they flexed, his back arching sharply to display the taut ridges of his abs. Sunlight from the window caught his tousled blonde hair, creating a bright halo around his head. He began to rise, then drop, riding Daniel with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips.
Daniel groaned, his hands gripping Leo’s sharp hip bones. "Faster," he demanded, his voice thick. Leo obeyed, lifting himself higher before slamming down, his thick cock bouncing against his stomach with each impact. His blue eyes locked onto Daniel’s, intense and unblinking. Sweat slicked the deep hollows between his ab muscles as he moved.
Leo’s rhythm faltered. "Fuck, I’m—" he gasped, his thighs trembling. Daniel seized control instantly, driving upward with brutal force. Each deep thrust hammered Leo’s prostate, making him cry out. Ben, recovered and flushed, crawled over. His thick fingers wrapped around Leo’s slick cock, jerking him in tight, urgent strokes.
Leo arched, rigid. His cock pulsed violently, swelling fractionally before erupting. Thick ropes of cum splattered across Daniel’s chest and abs, hot and wet. Leo’s hole clenched in ecstasy, spasming around Daniel’s cock. The rhythmic clenching pulled Daniel over the edge. He thrust up hard, burying himself deep as he groaned. Cum flooded Leo’s channel, pulsing hot and thick inside him.
Daniel’s hips stuttered, emptying himself with ragged gasps. Leo collapsed forward, trembling, his forehead resting on Daniel’s sweat-slicked chest. His spent cock lay against Daniel’s cum-streaked stomach. Ben watched, his own breathing heavy. He traced a finger through the mess on Daniel’s skin, bringing it to his lips. The taste was sharp, salty.
Leo pushed himself up, Daniel’s softening cock slipping from his well-used hole with a wet, sucking sound. He let out one last, shuddering moan—a low, satisfied rumble that vibrated deep in his chest. His abs contracted sharply as he stood, his feet planted wide on the hardwood floor. Immediately, a thick rivulet of Daniel’s cum began to seep from his stretched hole, tracing a glistening path down the inside of his lean, powerful thigh. It pooled briefly in the hollow behind his knee before dripping onto the floor.
He turned, his piercing blue eyes locking onto Daniel, who lay sprawled on the floor, chest heaving. Leo’s grin was lazy, triumphant. "Well," he breathed, running a hand through his tousled blonde hair. "Daniel, you were right. You do know how to fuck." His gaze drifted down Daniel’s lean, sweat-slicked body, lingering on the mess of Leo’s own cum streaked across Daniel’s abs. "What are you, 23?" Leo chuckled, the sound rich and low. "Jesus, kid. That was… something."
Daniel pushed himself up on his elbows, dark eyes glinting. A slow, arrogant smirk spread across his face as he met Leo’s gaze. "Twenty-two," he corrected smoothly. His voice was steady, unapologetic. "Just graduated. Columbia." He gestured vaguely toward the window. "Moved here from crosstown last month. I needed a change of scenery and cheaper rent."
Leo chuckled again. He stretched, his lean torso arching, abs flexing sharply as he rolled his shoulders. Cum still glistened on his inner thigh. "Right," he said, turning toward the door. He didn’t bother reaching for his discarded clothes. "Ben?" Leo called over his shoulder, pausing with his hand on the doorknob. "See you at the gym." He swung the door open and stepped out into the hallway, completely naked. Cum dripped steadily down his thigh, leaving a faint, glistening trail on the polished floorboards. Sunlight from the hall window caught the sheen of sweat on his defined back muscles, the sharp wings of his shoulder blades flexing as he walked out. His lean ass cheeks clenched with each step, still slick and stretched.
Daniel scrambled to his knees, eyes wide. "He’s—he’s leaving naked?" His voice cracked with disbelief. He stared at the open doorway where Leo had vanished, then whipped his head toward Ben, who lay sprawled on the hardwood floor, equally bare. Ben’s powerful chest rose and fell slowly, his thick thighs splayed wide. Sweat gleamed in the dark curls at his groin, his spent cock resting heavy against his thigh. "Yeah," Ben murmured, a lazy grin spreading across his flushed face. He traced a finger through the drying cum on his own stomach. "He lives right there." Ben jerked his chin toward the hallway. "One door down. Apartment 1208." He let out a low, satisfied sigh, his deep brown eyes drifting back to the doorway. "Fuck, I love how he looks in just those socks."
Daniel collapsed back onto his elbows, shaking his head. A disbelieving laugh escaped him as he raked a hand through his jet-black spikes. His lean swimmer’s body was a canvas of exertion – sweat sheened his sharp collarbones and the flat planes of his abs, where streaks of Leo’s dried cum formed milky trails. His own thick cock lay soft against his thigh, still glistening with lube. "One door down," Daniel repeated, staring at the faint, glistening trail Leo’s dripping cum had left on the floorboards. "Dream scenario."
He pushed himself up with grace, his wiry muscles flexing. Ignoring his discarded tank top, he grabbed his green jockstrap, stepping into it and pulling the thin straps snug over his tight ass. The fabric clung, outlining the curve perfectly. He yanked his grey sweatpants up next, letting them hang low on his hips, the band of the jock riding high above the waistband of sweats, leaving the straps and a thin skin of flesh clearly visible. Picking up his crumpled tank, he balled it in one hand instead of putting it on. At the door, he paused, looking back at the scattered clothes – Leo’s shorts and hoodie. "What about Leo’s stuff?" Daniel asked, his dark eyes flicking to Ben.
Ben didn't move from the floor, his powerful body sprawled like a spent warrior. He traced a lazy circle in the drying mess on his abs. "He'll get 'em back," Ben rumbled, a low chuckle following. "He still has my jock from the gym locker room last week. Bastard never returned it." He met Daniel’s gaze, a slow, satisfied smile spreading. "Guess we're even now."
Daniel’s laugh was sharp, genuine, a flash of white teeth in the dim room. His hand closed around the doorknob. "Hope I see you soon, Ben." He pulled the door open. Hallway light flooded in, etching Daniel’s lean frame in stark silhouette. The light caught the sheen of sweat on his sharp collarbones and the defined ridges of his shoulders. It haloed his jet-black spikes, still damp at the roots, and traced the powerful curve of his back muscles tapering down to the thin green straps of his jock, cutting deep into the tight swell of his ass. The low-slung grey sweatpants hugged his narrow hips, the jock’s straps clearly visible above the waistband. He stepped out, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving only the faint scent of sex and the memory of his outline burned into the air.
Ben lay motionless on the hardwood floor, the coolness seeping into his sweat-slicked skin. His powerful chest rose and fell steadily, the dark curls plastered to his sternum. Dried streaks of Leo’s cum mapped his abs, and his own thick, uncut cock lay heavy and spent against his thigh. He stared at the ceiling, replaying Daniel’s silhouette against the bright hall light – the jock straps, the sweatpants riding low, the effortless confidence. A slow, dazed smile touched his lips. The silence was thick, broken only by the hum of the fridge and the distant city sounds filtering through the window.
He pushed himself up abruptly, muscles protesting. Cum crackled on his stomach as he stood, stretching his broad shoulders until they popped. His thighs felt like lead, still trembling faintly from the overstimulation. He padded naked toward the bathroom, his sockless feet leaving faint prints on the floorboards. The mirror showed his flushed face, messy and the deep brown eyes still glazed.
The bathroom tiles were cold under his feet. He turned the shower knob hard, the pipes groaning before water roared through the showerhead. Steam began to curl through the bathroom. Ben stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain shut.
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