Three days later, Ben found himself alone in the building’s sleek, stainless-steel gym at dawn. The rhythmic clank of weights echoed as he focused on his final set of deadlifts, veins standing out along his thick forearms. The door hissed open. Daniel Chen stepped in, sharp-eyed and alert despite the hour, dressed in minimalist black running shorts and a Columbia hoodie. He paused, taking in Ben’s straining form. "Impressive," Daniel remarked, leaning against the cable machine. "But your grip’s slipping on the left." Ben lowered the bar, breathing hard. "Couldn’t sleep," he admitted, wiping sweat from his brow. Daniel’s gaze lingered on the damp fabric clinging to Ben’s chest. "Neither could I. Too much caffeine coding." He peeled off his hoodie, revealing lean, defined shoulders. "Spot me?"
Later, shower steam hung thick in the tiled locker room. Ben emerged from the spray, towel slung low on his hips, to find Daniel leaning against the sinks, already dressed. Daniel’s eyes tracked a bead of water trailing down Ben’s sternum. "Leo mentioned you two are… practicing." His tone was casual, but his dark eyes held a calculated edge. "He’s got stamina, I’ll give him that." Ben stiffened, heat rising to his cheeks. "It’s not—" Daniel cut him off with a sharp, knowing smile. "Relax. I’m just curious." He pushed off the sink, closing the distance. "He texted me earlier. Wants to 'hang out' tonight. Said I should bring my PS5 games." His fingers brushed Ben’s damp bicep. "I wanted to make sure you’re cool with that?". Ben laughed. “Of course, but next time I want in. Don’t forget.”
That evening, Leo answered his door shirtless, a beer in hand, his gaze flicking up and down Daniel's body with anticipation. Daniel set his bag of games down, turning slowly. His eyes locked on Leo’s. "Loser gets naked." Leo choked on his beer, then grinned, wiping his mouth. "You’re on, Chen." Leo’s blue eyes darkened. He stepped aside. "Game on."
Inside, the air crackled. Leo fired up the console while Daniel pulled off his hoodie, revealing sharp collarbones and lean muscle. They chose a racing simulator, elbows brushing as they leaned forward on the couch. The first race was a blur of screeching tires and near-misses. Daniel took an aggressive inside line on the final lap, clipping Leo’s car and spinning him out. Leo threw his controller down. "Bullshit!" Daniel just smirked, stretching languidly. "Pay up, Vance."
Leo stood, the challenge accepted. He was already shirtless, his lean runner’s physique on full display, but he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his grey joggers. They were loose, low-slung cotton, clinging slightly to the sweat from his earlier anticipation. With a deliberate, almost defiant slowness, he pushed them down over the sharp angles of his hip bones. The fabric caught briefly on the swell of his ass before sliding down his long, defined thighs. He stepped out of the material, kicking it aside with his foot. Now he stood only in snug, black boxer briefs that hugged the curve of his ass and the thick outline of his cock, already half-hard against the restraint of the cotton. The dim light caught the sweat-slicked planes of his stomach and the tense line of his jaw.
He didn’t stop there. Leo’s fingers hooked into the elastic waistband of the briefs. He peeled them down with the same unhurried confidence, revealing the smooth skin of his lower abdomen, the trail of blonde hair leading down. The briefs slid past his firm ass cheeks, down his thighs, and finally pooled around his ankles. He stepped free, completely naked. His cut cock, thick and flushed, bobbed free at full seven inches, the head glistening faintly. He turned fully to face Daniel, his piercing blue eyes locked on him, a silent dare hanging in the air between them. Daniel’s gaze raked over him, lingering on the exposed length, a slow, appreciative smile spreading on his lips. "That’ll do," Daniel murmured, his own hand drifting unconsciously to the button of his jeans.
Daniel grabbed a controller, his knuckles white. "Double or nothing," he declared, his voice tight. "Same game. If I win, you get fucked. Right here. Right now. If you win…" He gestured pointedly at his own clothes. "I get naked." Leo’s grin was feral. "Deal." They hunched forward, elbows braced on knees, the tension crackling like static. The virtual engines roared. Daniel took an early lead, his car hugging the apex of every curve with surgical precision. Leo fought back, his knuckles pale on the controller, his naked form rigid with focus. On the final lap, Daniel clipped a barrier, his car fishtailing wildly. Leo seized the opening, flooring it. His pixelated car shot across the finish line a hair’s breadth ahead. Leo slammed his controller down, a triumphant shout tearing from his throat. "Fucking won!"
Daniel froze, staring at the screen. Slowly, deliberately, he set his controller aside. He stood, his movements fluid and controlled. His dark brown eyes met Leo’s pale blue, holding them as he unbuttoned his dark jeans. The zipper hissed down. He pushed the denim over his sharp hip bones, letting them fall to reveal black briefs straining over his thick, uncut cock. He stepped out of the jeans, then hooked his thumbs into the briefs’ waistband. He paused, the challenge burning in his gaze. "You earned it, Vance." In one smooth motion, he peeled the briefs down his lean thighs, letting them drop. His cock sprang free, thick and proud at six inches, the foreskin pulled back slightly. He stood naked before Leo, his wiry swimmer’s build utterly exposed, a faint smirk playing on his lips.
The glow from the paused game flickered across their bodies. Leo stood tall and lean, every muscle defined in the low light. Sweat glistened on his chest and the deep ridges of his abs. His blonde hair was tousled, clinging damply to his temples. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the smooth planes catching the TV’s blue highlights. His cock, thick and cut, stood rigid at seven inches, flushed and glistening at the tip. Daniel’s jet-black hair was slightly spiky. His dark eyes were sharp, observant. His chest was leaner than Leo’s, collarbones stark above the tight muscles of his torso. His flat abs tensed as he shifted his weight. His legs were powerful, sculpted from swimming, and his cock, thick and uncut, curved slightly upwards, the head fully exposed and wet.
Leo’s gaze swept over Daniel’s exposed form, lingering on the wiry strength of his thighs, the tight curve of his ass, the undeniable thickness of his cock. His own cock twitched in response. Without breaking eye contact, Leo closed the distance. He stopped inches from Daniel, their hard cocks almost touching. Leo’s hand gripped the back of Daniel’s neck, pulling him close. "You look good like this, Chen," Leo rasped, his breath hot against Daniel’s ear. "But you’d look better with my dick in you."
Daniel’s eyes flashed, a defiant smirk twisting his lips. He pushed Leo back firmly. "Disagree," he countered, his voice low and steady. His hand slid down Leo’s sweat-slicked chest, fingers tracing his hips before wrapping around Leo’s thick, rigid cock. He squeezed, making Leo gasp. "My cock," Daniel stated, his dark eyes locked onto Leo’s, "would be far better buried in your ass. Filling you up." He gave Leo’s cock another deliberate stroke. "You won the right to see me naked, Vance. Not the right to top me."
Leo’s jaw tightened, a flicker of challenge igniting in his blue eyes. He stepped back, breaking contact. "Fine," he growled, snatching up his discarded controller. "One more race. Same track. New stakes." He jabbed a finger towards Daniel’s naked form. "Loser bottoms." Daniel’s smirk widened. He grabbed his own controller, sinking back onto the couch, his lean body coiled with tension. "Deal," he said, his thumb already hovering over the start button. "Prepare to bend over, Vance."
The roar of engines filled the apartment. Both men leaned forward, naked bodies rigid with concentration. Daniel took an early lead, his car hugging the inside lines with ruthless precision. Leo fought back, his knuckles white, his breathing shallow. On the final hairpin, Daniel braked a fraction too late. His rear tires clipped the barrier. Leo saw his chance. He punched the accelerator, his car screaming past Daniel’s fishtailing vehicle to cross the finish line first. Leo slammed his controller down with a triumphant shout, sweat gleaming on his chest. "Told you, Chen! Bend over!"
Daniel stared at the screen, his jaw clenched. Slowly, deliberately, he set his controller aside. He stood, his lean swimmer’s build tense. "Fine," he said, his voice light. "You won. Fair and square." He didn’t move to cover himself. Instead, his dark eyes locked onto Leo’s. "But don’t think this means you’re in control." He turned, presenting his tight, sculpted ass, and braced his hands on the back of the couch. "Let's do this, Vance. And make it good."
Leo moved behind him, his gaze tracing the lean lines of Daniel’s back, the dip of his spine, the subtle flex of muscle beneath sweat-slicked skin. He ran a single fingertip slowly down the knobs of Daniel’s vertebrae, the touch feather-light yet deliberate. Daniel shuddered, a sharp intake of breath hissing between his teeth. His cock, thick and uncut, jerked visibly, a bead of pre-cum welling at the tip. Leo’s own cock pulsed in response, heavy between his thighs.
Leo sank to his knees on the plush rug, his hands settling on Daniel’s lean hips. He leaned in, his breath hot against the curve of Daniel’s ass. With deliberate slowness, he used his thumbs to part the firm cheeks, revealing the tight pinkness of Daniel’s hole. Daniel tensed, his knuckles whitening where they gripped the couch. Leo didn’t hesitate. He pressed forward, his tongue flat and firm as he licked a slow, wet stripe from Daniel’s taint right up to his exposed entrance.
Daniel gasped, his back arching sharply. "Fuck, Leo—" The words dissolved into a choked, ragged moan as Leo’s tongue circled his hole, the pressure insistent and wet. Leo teased the tight ring with the very tip of his tongue, probing gently before pressing inside. Daniel cried out, his body trembling violently, his cock straining impossibly hard, a thick string of pre-cum spattering onto the floor. Leo held him open, his tongue working deeper, relentless, as Daniel’s moans grew louder, more desperate, echoing in the charged air.
Leo pulled back, his breath hot against Daniel’s slick skin. He traced a single finger slowly down the sweat-damp valley of Daniel’s spine, from the tense nape of his neck all the way to the base of his spine. Daniel shuddered, every muscle taut. "You like that?" Leo murmured, his voice rough. He didn’t wait for an answer. He leaned in again, his tongue flattening against Daniel’s hole, licking broad, slow strokes that made Daniel’s thighs quake and his cock leak steadily onto the rug beneath him.
Daniel’s knuckles were bone-white where they gripped the couch. His head hung low, breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps. Leo’s tongue delved deeper, fucking him with slow, rhythmic thrusts, each one drawing a broken groan. Daniel’s hips jerked helplessly back against Leo’s mouth, seeking more pressure, more friction. A low, animalistic sound tore from his throat as Leo’s hands tightened on his hips, holding him firmly in place while his tongue worked him open, relentless and thorough.
Leo finally pulled away, leaving Daniel’s hole glistening and quivering. He rose smoothly to his feet, his own cock rock-hard and dripping. He pressed his body flush against Daniel’s back, his chest slick with sweat against Daniel’s skin. His hand slid around Daniel’s hip, fingers wrapping firmly around Daniel’s thick, leaking cock. "Ready?" Leo breathed against his ear, his other hand guiding the swollen head of his own cock against Daniel’s loosened entrance. Daniel nodded frantically, a strangled "Yes" escaping him.
Leo reached blindly to the side table, fingers fumbling for the familiar bottle of lube. He squeezed a generous amount into his palm, coating his thick length with slick efficiency. The cool gel made him hiss as he stroked it over his heated skin. Positioning himself again, he pressed the broad crown firmly against Daniel’s stretched opening. With a slow, deliberate push, he began to sink inside. Daniel gasped, his back arching sharply. "Fuck, Leo... it feels massive," he choked out, his knuckles white on the couch back. "So much thicker than I remembered."
Leo chuckled, a low rumble of pure satisfaction vibrating against Daniel’s spine. He paused, buried halfway, grinding his hips slightly to make Daniel feel every inch. "Oh it's big, Chen," he bragged, his voice thick with arrogance. "Bigger than yours. Bigger than Ben’s." He gave another slow, deep thrust, sheathing himself fully, drawing a ragged moan from Daniel. "We'll have to line them up soon," Leo murmured, his lips brushing Daniel’s shoulder blade. "Side by side. Then you'll really see."
He pulled back almost completely, then slammed forward with a sharp, powerful thrust that drove Daniel forward against the couch. Leo set a punishing rhythm, each deep stroke emphasizing his claim, his hands gripping Daniel’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. Daniel’s cries filled the room, a mix of pleasure and the overwhelming stretch as Leo fucked him with intensity, proving his point with every powerful drive of his hips.
Daniel pushed back against him, meeting thrust for thrust, his own cock dripping steadily onto the couch. "Talk less," he gasped, his voice strained but defiant. "Fuck me harder, Vance. Or can’t you handle it?" Leo’s response was a growl, his pace turning brutal, his balls slapping against Daniel’s ass as he hammered into him relentlessly, aiming each stroke to hit deep.
Leo leaned over Daniel’s back, his chest plastered to Daniel’s sweat-slicked skin, his breath hot in Daniel’s ear. "You feel that, Chen?" he panted, grinding deep to emphasize his size. "Every fucking inch. Remember it." Daniel arched, a choked sob escaping him as Leo’s cock hit his prostate dead-on, his own climax coiling tight and urgent in his gut.
Suddenly, the apartment door clicked open. Ben stood in the doorway, smiling as he took in the scene: Leo buried to the hilt inside Daniel, both men glistening and trembling. Leo didn’t pause, didn’t falter. He locked eyes with Ben over Daniel’s shoulder, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Perfect timing, Wright, glad you got my text" he rasped, hips still pistoning. "Get over here and lube up. You’re next in this hole."
Ben didn’t hesitate. He yanked his grey t-shirt over his head. His thick chest and defined abs flexed in the low light, sweat already beading along the powerful lines of his shoulders and collarbones. Next came his shorts; he unbuttoned them slowly, pushed them down over the solid curve of his ass and thick, muscular thighs, stepping out to reveal a stark white jockstrap. The straps framed his powerful glutes, the pouch stretched taut over his thickening cock. He stood there, breathing shallowly—just the jock, the straps digging into his hips, his heavy balls clearly outlined, and his classic white crew socks underneath worn nikes. Daniel moaned loudly as Leo slammed home again, the sound raw and desperate.
Ben walked toward them, his thick thighs flexing with each step. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic of the jockstrap’s pouch and pulled it aside. His thick, uncut cock sprang free, already half-hard and heavy. He reached for the lube Leo had left on the side table, squeezing a generous amount into his palm. Slowly, deliberately, he coated his length, his calloused fingers sliding from root to tip, spreading the slick warmth as his cock hardened fully to its full, imposing thickness. Pre-cum beaded at the slit, mixing with the lube.
Daniel arched violently as Leo hit his prostate again. "Fuck, Leo—don’t stop!" he begged, his voice cracking. Ben stepped closer, his lubed cock glistening, and placed a broad hand on Leo’s sweat-slicked back. "My turn," Ben murmured, his deep voice rough with anticipation. Leo pulled out of Daniel with a wet sound, leaving him gasping and empty. Ben positioned himself behind Daniel, his thick cockhead pressing against Daniel’s stretched, glistening hole. Daniel pushed back eagerly, impaling himself on Ben’s thickness with a choked cry of relief.
Ben drove in deep, his powerful thighs flexing as he started a relentless rhythm. The curve of Daniel’s back was a taut bow, muscles rippling beneath sweat-slicked skin as he braced himself against the couch. His legs trembled—lean swimmer’s thighs outlined sharply in the low light—spread wide to take every inch of Ben’s thick cock. Each thrust punched a ragged gasp from Daniel’s throat, his knuckles white where he gripped the cushions.
Leo collapsed onto the couch beside them, breathing hard. He gripped his own thick, leaking cock, stroking it roughly. "Close, Ben... so fucking close," Leo panted, his blue eyes locked on Daniel’s mouth. "Want to fill that pretty mouth." He shifted forward, guiding the swollen head of his cock to Daniel’s lips. "Open up, Chen." Daniel obeyed instantly, sucking Leo deep with hungry urgency, his throat working around the length as Ben hammered into him from behind.
Daniel moaned around Leo’s cock, the vibration making Leo curse. Ben’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, his hips slamming against Daniel’s ass in a steady, possessive rhythm. Leo’s hand tangled in Daniel’s hair, holding him in place as he fucked his mouth, groaning, "Yeah, just like that—take it all." Pre-cum dripped down Daniel’s chin, mixing with sweat as he serviced Leo with desperate suction while Ben claimed him from behind. Ben’s sneakers braced against the ground and his jockstrap framed his muscled ass as he pounded his friend below.
Leo’s breath hitched, his hips stuttering. "Gonna—" he choked out, his grip tightening painfully in Daniel’s jet-black hair. With a guttural roar, Leo shoved himself deep down Daniel’s throat and held him there, pulsing hard as thick ropes of cum flooded his mouth. Daniel swallowed frantically, gagging slightly but taking every drop, his body convulsing as Ben’s relentless pounding drove him toward his own edge.
Leo finally pulled back, spent and panting. He wiped his cockhead roughly across Daniel’s flushed cheek, smearing the last traces of release. "Good boy," he rasped, slumping back on the couch. Daniel gasped for air, his lips swollen and glistening. Ben never slowed, his thick cock pistoning into Daniel’s slick heat, each thrust jolting him forward against the couch. Daniel’s moans turned ragged, broken. "Ben—fuck, I’m close... gonna blow..."
Ben growled in response, one hand clamping on Daniel’s hip, the other wrapping around his leaking cock. "Do it," he commanded, thrusting harder, deeper, his balls slapping against Daniel’s ass. "Cum for me, Chen." Daniel cried out, back arching violently as his orgasm ripped through him. Thick spurts of cum splattered the couch beneath them, his body trembling uncontrollably as Ben milked him through it, never stopping his powerful rhythm.
The relentless clenching of Daniel’s ass around Ben’s cock was too much. With a raw, guttural groan, Ben wrenched himself free. His thick cock pulsed, glistening and slick, as he aimed it at Daniel’s sweat-slicked back. Ropes of hot cum striped across Daniel’s shoulder blades and spine, painting stark white trails over the lean muscle and taut skin. Daniel shuddered at the sudden emptiness, a whimper escaping him as he collapsed forward, spent and trembling against the couch.
Leo watched, a lazy smirk on his lips as he traced a finger through the mess on Daniel’s back. "Looks good on you," he murmured, scooping up a glistening strand. He brought it to Daniel’s lips, pressing insistently. "Taste it." Daniel’s dark eyes flashed defiance for a split second before his tongue darted out, licking Leo’s finger clean with deliberate slowness. Leo’s smirk widened. "Now mine." He guided Daniel’s head down towards his own softening cock, still glistening with spit and sweat.
Daniel obeyed, his tongue swiping over Leo’s sensitive head, drawing a sharp gasp. Above them, Ben caught his breath, his hand resting on Daniel’s hip. The air hung thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the only sound their ragged breathing and the faint hum of the paused game still glowing on the screen.
Daniel rolled onto his back, his lean body glistening with sweat and streaks of cum. His dark eyes flickered between Ben and Leo, sharp and assessing. "Did you two plan this?" he asked, his voice hoarse but steady. "The text timing? The setup?"
Leo stretched lazily on the couch, a smug, cheeky grin spreading across his face. "Course we did," he admitted, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief. "You got to fuck both of us last time, Chen. It seemed only fair that we return the favor." He gestured vaguely at the mess on Daniel’s chest and back. "Balance restored."
Daniel’s gaze shifted to Ben, who stood nearby, still breathing heavily, his thick cock softening against his thigh. Ben met his look with a small, unapologetic shrug. "He’s right," Ben rumbled, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "You ran the show before. Tonight was ours." He reached down, offering Daniel a hand up. "No complaints, though. You took it like a champ."
Daniel grasped Ben’s hand, letting himself be pulled upright. He swayed slightly, his legs unsteady, but his smirk returned. "Fair’s fair," he conceded, running a hand through his sweat-damp spikes.
Leo propped himself up on an elbow, his gaze sharp. "So," he drawled, a challenge in his tone. "Who was better? Me or Ben?" His eyes flicked pointedly between Daniel’s face and his own softening cock.
Daniel’s dark eyes swept over Leo’s lean frame, then settled on Ben. "Your dick's definitely bigger, Vance," he stated, a flicker of amusement in his voice. "But Ben?" He paused, letting his gaze linger appreciatively on Ben’s powerful form. "He fucks with more raw power. That build—" Daniel gestured towards Ben’s thick thighs, the broad shoulders that tapered down to a defined chest still glistening with sweat, the solid curve of his ass. "—gives him leverage. Pure strength behind every thrust. It’s… different." His eyes dropped briefly to Ben’s softening cock, thick and heavy against his thigh, uncut and glistening faintly in the low light. "Intense."
Ben shifted under the scrutiny, a faint flush creeping up his neck. He crossed his arms, the movement making the muscles in his biceps and forearms bunch. He didn’t speak, but a small, almost imperceptible lift at the corner of his mouth acknowledged Daniel’s assessment.
Leo’s gaze slid over Ben, lingering with deliberate appreciation. He traced the stark white straps of the jockstrap digging into the powerful swell of Ben’s hips, the way the pouch still cradled his softening thickness. His eyes traveled lower, taking in the thick, sculpted thighs, the definition stark even in the dim light. He lingered on Ben’s feet – the classic white crew socks, the worn Nikes planted firmly on the floor. A slow, appreciative smile spread across Leo’s face. "You know," he drawled, his voice low and teasing, "the whole jockstrap, socks, and sneaks thing?" He paused, letting his gaze sweep over Ben once more. "It’s definitely growing on me." He pushed himself off the couch with effortless grace, his lean body stretching. "Shower," he declared, already heading towards the bathroom doorway. He paused, glancing back over his shoulder, a challenge sparkling in his blue eyes. "You two coming?"
Ben’s flush deepened, spreading from his neck up to his ears. He shifted his weight, the worn rubber soles of his sneakers squeaking faintly on the hardwood. He glanced down at himself – the stark white jockstrap stark against his skin, the socks pulled up neatly, the sneakers still laced tight. He felt absurdly exposed yet strangely grounded in the familiar gear. He cleared his throat, a gruff sound. "Yeah," he mumbled, avoiding direct eye contact. He followed Leo towards the bathroom, his thick thighs carrying him with a powerful stride, the jockstrap straps shifting against the solid curve of his ass with each step. The damp, cool air from the bathroom doorway hit his sweat-slicked skin as he crossed the threshold.
Daniel watched them go, leaning back against the couch. He stretched languidly, his lean swimmer’s body still gleaming. He could feel the streaks of drying cum on his chest and back, then at the paused game glowing on the screen. A small, satisfied smirk touched his lips. He pushed himself up, moving with the easy grace of someone comfortable in their own skin, and padded silently across the room towards the open bathroom door. Steam was already beginning to billow out, carrying the faint scent of Leo’s body wash. Daniel stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him.
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